Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 325 The Changes in Camp 324
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Before the cultivators, caught in the heat of battle, could react, their retreat was cut off by the seawater.

Those with considerable skill immediately formed hand seals and flew to the rooftops; while those with less skill or slower reaction times were immediately swept into the raging torrent.

But the temple faces an even more serious problem – the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.

The shore was originally the domain of the temple monks, but as the seawater surged over, the merfolk truly thrived.

On the Broken Wave Bridge, Elder Bu Xugui stood high above, surveying the entire situation, occasionally making hand seals and chanting incantations to transmit commands through the wind.

Gazing at the port area submerged in the ocean, he muttered to himself, "No wonder the church remained inactive in the factory area; it was to block their retreat."

"So, how does the temple plan to break this deadlock?"

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Bu Xugui turned his head and looked, and the mist just happened to converge into the figure of Fender Zhou.

At this moment, he was dressed in a cardinal's robe, wearing a holy crown, and holding a scepter, fully armed.

Bu Xugui showed no intention of fighting him: "Arranging troops is like playing chess. Since the temple lord already knows that the church harbors evil intentions, he naturally has a plan."

Findlay Zhou smiled slightly and tapped the ground tiles with his scepter: "Are you referring to the Divine Might Cannon inside the Broken Wave Bridge that has been taken over by the temple? I've thought of that too—judging by the time, the church should have already broken through your defenses by now."

As if to confirm his words, the Broken Wave Bridge beneath their feet trembled violently as Findlay Zhou finished speaking.

boom--! !

A divine cannon shot was fired, but it was aimed at the sky at an angle, exploding into a huge fireball in the rain.

This was clearly a mistake, but it was enough to illustrate the chaotic situation inside the Duanlang Bridge at that time.

Bu Xugui's expression did not change much: "The Church's military strength in the city is not enough to make the Temple feel troubled."

Findlay Zhou nodded in response: "That's right, but the main force of Feiquan'ao will arrive soon, and the forces in the city are enough to buy time until then."

Bu Xugui stroked his beard lightly: "I'm afraid they won't be able to get in so easily."

Findlay couldn't help but laugh: "No, I believe they will definitely be able to get in—not even the Temple Master can stop them."

……

As soon as Shunzi got up this morning, he noticed that the atmosphere in the military camp was strange.

A tense atmosphere permeated the camp, and passing soldiers whispered among themselves.

Before the reason could be figured out, a messenger ran over and said that Commander Doro had summoned the twenty elite guards to assemble.

Shunzi didn't dare to delay and quickly headed to the training ground in the center of the camp.

When they arrived at the training ground, Shunzi looked up and his pupils contracted sharply.

The source of the tension has been found.

Jiang Zhiyi's head was cut off and hung on the door beam, while his body lay lying to the side.

The clerk sent by the Da Xuan Army has died.

It wasn't an accident; he was beheaded.

What does the church want to do? Start a war against Da Xuan?
Shunzi's heart was racing, but she maintained her composure. After glancing at the corpse, she quickly looked away and walked into the training field with her head down.

While waiting, Shunzi discovered that it wasn't just their twenty elite soldiers who had been summoned; the entire camp had been mobilized.

The soldiers quickly ran to assemble, and then left the camp under the leadership of their respective officers.

Before long, Commander Doro finally appeared.

With a stern face, he surveyed the twenty guards before him: "My valiant soldiers, the time has come to prove your piety."

"Put aside your doubts, and I won't explain anything to you."

Commander Doro stretched out his arm and pointed towards the direction of Sail City: "All you need to know is that at this very moment, my Lord is there, and He needs our sacrifice!" Silence fell upon the scene.

After a brief silence, the guards erupted in excitement: "Praise be to the mist! Praise be to our lord!"

Excited breathing came from their nasal cavities, and they cheered uncontrollably.

Shunzi joined in with a few howls, but his mind was racing—the God of Mist has descended? What is his purpose? What is the Church planning to do? Will my brother be in trouble?
After the guards had vented their emotions, Commander Doro pressed down with his hands, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Just as I just said."

Commander Doro's voice was deep: "The time has come to prove your piety. As the elite of one in a million and the most devout believers, you will accompany me on a most glorious and important mission."

"Welcome the angels who will descend from the Kingdom of my Lord God."

"This is your glory, you should be proud."

The crowd's breathing became heavier, and an indescribable fervor shone in everyone's eyes.

Shunzi, however, sensed something was amiss. These people's emotions had been stirred up too suddenly, while he himself felt nothing at all.

Shunzi lowered his eyes and glanced at the scene out of the corner of his eye—he saw that Commander Doro's left hand was on the saber at his waist, and the jewel on the hilt was emitting a barely perceptible light.

It seemed to be some kind of magical artifact that could influence people's emotions.

Seeing that the time was right, Commander Doro mounted his horse and ordered his guards to follow him out of the camp.

Blending into the crowd, Shunzi followed them out of the camp, only to discover that they were not heading towards Fancheng.

Rather, it falls within the scope of routine daily inspections.

After running for nearly twenty minutes, Commander Doro raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Shunzi looked up and found that they were still in the woods, and not far ahead was what appeared to be a clearing that had been cleared in advance.

Commander Doro ordered the guards to enter the open space and wait: "Maintain social distancing, sit down where you are, and then activate the Codex of Mist."

None of the guards raised any objections, and they immediately formed ranks and acted according to the orders.

In order to detect any abnormalities in time and take appropriate action, Shunzi first chose a seat in the corner and began to pretend to practice.

Commander Doro glanced around briefly, and after confirming that all the guards were ready, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

Just the right time.

Clang!
The sound of the saber being drawn drew the attention of many guards, who instinctively looked over.

Commander Doro sternly rebuked, "Don't get distracted! Keep the technique running!"

So everyone closed their eyes again.

Commander Doro walked through the gaps in the crowd and came to the very center of the open space.

He plunged his sword into the ground and then casually cut his palm.

Commander Doro took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and blood dripped from his palm onto the gem on the hilt of his sword.

Om-!
A clear, ethereal sound echoed from the woods, and a massive magic circle appeared, enveloping the forest.

"Don't get distracted!"

Commander Doro gave another shout, and the guards who were about to open their eyes quickly closed them again.

Shunzi was the only exception; he secretly squinted his eyes into slits, watching the magic circle that was rapidly taking shape above him.

He sensed something was amiss.

It wasn't an illusion; the magical power within my body was becoming restless.

He seemed very angry.

(End of this chapter)