Before Bernadette could speak, Siatas, who was sitting beside Her, trembled slightly, a hint of silver-white flashing in her pupils, and an ethereal aura revived within her body. Cohinem's voice then emerged:
"Feysac's Sonia Sea Fleet has all been dispatched and has left Sonia Island. That Weather Warlock has also departed!"
The sudden news attracted everyone's attention. Aaron, sitting in the main seat, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a guess:
"Amantha Mountains? Or Enmat Harbor?"
Departing from Sonia Island, the Amantha Mountains in northern Loen and all ports in the central region would be within the attack range.
If that Feysac "Weather Warlock" were bolder and disregarded losses, he could even head directly south to target Backlund, the capital of Loen, not far from Pritz Port.
Cohinem, whose true body was hidden somewhere unknown and who had descended through the virtual personality within Siatas, shook his head.
Although Sonia Island was an ancient elven island, elven faith had almost vanished. He could only monitor it to a certain extent by leveraging that elven ruin and the authority of the "Calamity," but he could not further probe the specific destination of the fleet where a "Weather Warlock" was stationed.
After a moment of contemplation, Aaron slowly nodded and looked at the crowd with varied expressions, speaking in a deep voice:
"This is an opportunity, but it could also be a trap meticulously prepared for you."
"Without the Sonia Fleet guarding it, the difficulty of seizing this ancient elven island is much reduced, but it also means that Feysac and the Church of the God of Combat can set up traps without restraint, regardless of the consequences."
Aaron paused, then directly transmitted information about the Trunsoest Brass Book, held by the Church of the God of Combat, to all the Angel-level Beyonders present.
Feeling the atmosphere solidify, Aaron slowly stood up, with a hint of piety in his expression, and after looking around, he solemnly declared:
"The Council of Entropy will use all its foundations to reclaim the Trunsoest Brass Book, allowing the great Lord of Order to fully revive before the arrival of Apocalypse!"
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At the southern end of the Amantha Mountains, in the area bordering Winter County and East Chester County, were stationed troops drawn from various Loen counties and Nighthawks reinforcing the defense line.
Melissa, wearing a black trench coat, followed behind a somewhat weary-looking Bishop and arrived at a black iron double door built in a mountain crevice. A muffled hammering sound faintly emanated from within.
"This is the family crest of the East Tucker family...."
Noticing the symbol engraved on the large door, Melissa raised her eyebrows slightly and looked speculatively at the Bishop who pushed open the door.
Although she had only just advanced to Sequence 6 with the help of Audrey and the Tarot Club when she left Backlund, the value of a Artisan was clearly not demonstrated on the battlefield.
And although Bishop Ola, who had just rotated off the front line, was unclear when the Church had trained a Artisan, he knew how to make the best use of things.
A hot wind mixed with loud forging sounds assailed them. Bishop Ola, with a tired face, forced out a smile and pointed to the massive forging factory behind the door, which had almost hollowed out the mountain, explaining:
"This is a factory that the East Tucker family secretly built in the Amantha Mountains two years ago. It includes 'Craftsmen' assigned by two Dukes, responsible for helping the Church create various Mystical Items and scrolls."
"Your next task is simple: cooperate with their work. The Church will accumulate Merits for you based on your contributions."
Melissa nodded understandingly, but her cheeks were slightly flushed. She always felt that this kind of assignment, which allowed her to accumulate Merits and digest the potion without having to go to the front line, was something Audrey had used her connections to secure for her.
"Praise the Goddess, I will do my best to complete the Church's tasks."
Drawing a Crimson Moon on her chest, Melissa stepped forward to examine this massive creation, but her gaze suddenly stopped in a certain direction.
Following her gaze, Bishop Ola saw a two-headed giant, estimated to be over eight meters tall, with bluish-black skin. Its unbelievably massive size was as if it had stepped out of ancient legends.
The giant's chest and abdomen were open, its internal organs no longer visible. Indescribably complex and mysterious symbols protruded from its flesh, half-illusory and half-real, causing a sense of dizziness if stared at for too long.
"These are Feysac's Two-Headed Giant Legions. They originated from a forbidden experiment by the Church of the God of Combat, which transformed them from ordinary giants into their current appearance."
"Although they have incomplete spirituality and no complete intelligence, being merely Robots of war, their strength and physique, far surpassing ordinary Beyonders, and their legion-level scale, under the manipulation of a 'War Bishop,' will be the Church's most troublesome target."
"The Church brought the Two-Headed Giants killed in the previous small-scale conflicts here, hoping to create targeted Mystical Items."
After explaining a few sentences, seeing several soldiers wearing the East Tucker family crest approach, Bishop Ola pinched his brows, motioned for Melissa to go over, and then turned to leave.
Although as a Soul Assurer he could maintain abundant spirituality without rest for long periods, there was a limit to that. With the arrival of the Nighthawks' reinforcements, he could finally rest.
Bishop Ola, who was walking towards the foot of the mountain, stopped and looked at his robes, which were being blown by the wind, with some surprise, subconsciously looking up.
Above the Amantha Mountains, dark clouds rapidly gathered, layering down and obscuring the sunlight, making the area even darker and more oppressive.
At a certain defense line near the Tranquil Church, Fors tightened her trench coat and looked at the gradually thickening mist on the Feysac defense line, poking Xio uneasily and whispering:
"What are those rude Barbarians up to again?"
Shaking her head with a solemn expression, Xio, as a Major in the army, began to direct the soldiers to bring out cannonballs covered with silver patterns, adjust the muzzles, and aim at the continuously spreading mist.
Such a situation occurred throughout the Amantha Mountains. Inside the Loen General Command Post near the Tranquil Church, the former the Duke of East Tucker, Gusman Weil, clad in black armor, slowly stood up.
With profound eyes burning with scarlet flames, this War Bishop's pupils slightly contracted as he looked at the mist.
Giants with bluish-black, gnarled bodies and two heads rushed out of the mist. Their faces lacked distinct features, having only a single dark slit like a vertical eye.
Feysac's forbidden weapon, the Two-Headed Giant Legion!
At the same time, the layered dark clouds, shimmering with silver lightning arcs, pressed down towards the Amantha Mountains, but in the next second, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.
In the dim void, the figure of Arianna, a Servant of Concealment, quietly emerged, and one by one, the Two-Headed Giants that left the protection of the mist silently vanished.
This terrifying and bizarre scene was instantly drowned out by the deafening sound of artillery fire. Across the Amantha Mountains, after a long period of confrontation, war finally erupted at this moment.
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