Papal State, Tyrol Capital, late at night.

On the square of the church garrison camp, the soldiers of the church army carefully transported boxes of heavy ordnance from dozens of carriages by the torches that were lit all around.

The priests of the Heavenly Father’s Church opened the lid of the wooden box and looked at the muskets and lead bullets wrapped in greased paper, staring at each other with solemn expressions, speechless for a long time.

Standing on the bell tower at the top of Tyrol Cathedral, two mysterious men in gray robes looked at the busy crowd in the distant military camp with different expressions.

One of the voices sounded rather old, the gray-robed man said in a low voice: "Two thousand seven hundred Meriel-type imperial military rifles, forty field-use tortoise-type shotguns, and fifteen siege guns. The lion-style heavy mortar cannon, there are countless gunpowder bombs, gas bombs, incendiary bombs..."

The younger man in the gray robe said maliciously: "Looking at the group of servants who once served God, pinning their only hope on the weapons of the devil, how do you feel as a former believer of God... Myris?"

The old man called Miles slowly opened the hood of the robe with trembling fingers, revealing a very pale face.

His muddy eyes were full of confusion and pain: "God will not forgive this practice."

The young man took out a nail clipper from his robe, lightly sharpened the bone spurs on his nails, and said with a smile: "The day I went to meet the cardinal, you should really come with me to see Look at the faces of the people in the church, how despicable and sad they are."

Miles turned his face and stared at the young man's face: "Katiri...no, throat bone...why did you give the imperial weapons into the hands of these pseudo-believers?"

With a face of "Katiri", the young man called the throatbone squinted at Miles: "Isn't the answer obvious? Let the church and Twilight City go to war and disturb the stagnant water."

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Myris raised the volume: "Intuition tells me that things are not as simple as you said. You must be planning something!"

The throat bone opened the hood with his fingers, revealing a harmless smiling face: "Planning? The church has fallen so far, what more planning do I need to do?"

Miles grabbed the arm of the throat bone, and a look of nervousness and fear flashed in his eyes: "You and I both know! Even with these weapons, the church is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of West City! Therefore, this battle has not yet begun. Before, the church had already lost!"

"Giving so many weapons to someone who will lose, what are you going to do?!"

The larynx flicked away Myris’s hand unhappily, and shook his arms: "Take care of your own business, Myris. Just as we have always said, you help me perfect the preparation of the necromantic tyrant, I provide The necessary experimental equipment and materials will help you resurrect your son Marcos."

Myris was taken aback for a moment, and the original stiff palm was let down weakly, and he murmured, "Marcos..."

"Marcos's necromantic successor form has slowly reached the point where it can't be supported. His consciousness is slowly dissipating, and his flesh and blood are gradually beginning to rot." The throat bone played with the nail clippers in his hand and said with a chuckle: "It won't be long before he will become a pool of rubbish, full of maggots and stinking, and he will die completely."

"Only the tyrant can save him now."

The throat bone turned around and stared into Miles' eyes: "The books in Theodore's collection, as well as the notes he once made, I gave you all, and you have read them all. In the notes, the sage Sutherland who has been dead for thousands of years can be resurrected by the tyrant, let alone your waning son?"

"Moreover, over the years, we have secretly opened a tunnel under the Supuha Mountains. We have also secretly collected samples of the tyrant raw materials stored in the Presbyterian Church and successfully transported them to our laboratory."

"At the moment, the technology, materials, manpower, and all the preparations are complete." The throat bone took a step closer to Miles: "What are you still hesitating about? Don't you want to save your son's life? Are you just Would you like to watch him turn into a pool of rotten meat?"

"I..." Myris's facial features were twisted into a ball because of pain: "I will go to hell."

The throat bone suddenly laughed: "Hell? If the tyrant's necromancy is successful, I...we will become the gods of this world, and heaven and **** will eventually be stepped on by us!"

The throat bone rolled up his sleeves, and peeled off the purple flesh that Miles had grasped on his arm, little by little.

Throwing this piece of flesh full of corpse spots on the ground, the throat bone looked at the blue light rising from the white bones, and said in an icy voice: "Everything that the church has done to me, I will count thousands of times. Repay them twice! Not only their lives, their property, but also their honor, their beliefs, and their souls, I will bring them to destruction and perish!"

Accompanied by the gloomy words, the throat bones stretched their fingers to his face frantically, tearing his face like tearing off the film.

Chin, cheeks, nose, ears, lips...

The blood was accompanied by the fascia, the skin was sticking to the nerves, and it was torn off by sharp nails, revealing that nightmare fleshy face~lightnovelpub.net~ I brought my face close to Myris’s eyes, throat Bone shook his throat, and his protruding eyes were bloodshot: "Open your eyes and look at me! This is what you and I are! God, the church, the Bible and even the world are no longer related to you and me! We represent The new form of existence represents the rise of a new species! We will eventually replace all living beings and establish a new era!"

Looking at the horror at hand, Myris shook his head helplessly and said, "Sometimes I think you are an out-and-out madman, but looking back at the road I have walked, I find that I have already been infected by madness... …"

The throat bones are wide open, the musculature on the face is constantly shaking, and the words are full of joyful meaning: "The progress of civilization, the evolution of the times, madness is the driving force of all of this! Only madness can abandon thinking. The shackles of the world; only with madness can we usher in the baptism of war..."

Myris looked at the camp of the church army again, and asked in a low voice: "I'll ask you again, why did you start a war between the church and Twilight?"

The throat bone casts his gaze further away: "This war is just the first step of my plan... When this war is over, I will bring the whole world to my crazy stage..."