god of tomorrow

Theodore slowly explained that the Temple of All Things had organized a squad of knights to escort the students safely away from Hotwind City, and that all the rats along the way had been cleaned up by them.

He told Glenn not to worry, as the Temple of All Things was a legitimate church with a proper status and would not take advantage of anyone in distress, much less kidnap people; they would not be so shameful.

In addition, Glen was also protected by the Temple of All Things, who saw injustice.

Of course, there is no love without a reason. Theodore hoped that after everything settled down, Glen would lend him the Holy Knight's Sword to admire for a while.

At the same time, Ingmar stepped forward and spoke on Jude's behalf: "Professor Glenn is a friend of our Church of Eternal Flame. The Church of Eternal Flame has not come today for the sacred artifacts, but only for Professor Glenn's personal safety."

Glenn was taken aback by what he heard, not expecting the situation to develop in such a way. He first expressed his gratitude to Jude, and then agreed to the Temple of All Things' request. After everything was settled, the artifact would be given to Theodore to take back to the Cathedral of All Things.

Neither Grant nor Theodore mentioned whether it was for temporary viewing, with the option to borrow and return, or for long-term viewing, with the option to borrow and not return.

We're all on the same side now, so don't say anything that could undermine unity.

Seeing that the three parties had reached an agreement and were very close, Luca and Polina exchanged a glance and said nothing. The battlefield, still shrouded in the smoke of battle, fell silent.

Theodore, suffering from Alzheimer's, had an even wiser look in his eyes and calmly took a chair and sat down.

The Temple of All Things is a major church, and the longer the negotiations drag on, the more advantageous the situation becomes. In contrast, the other three parties do not have this advantage, and if the negotiations drag on, they will only be driven out of the negotiating table.

The Gopher family and the Eternal Flame are local powers; they've mobilized all the resources they can, including the Twilight Church, which is also a major church...

Theodore could only say that the Church of Dawn was not entirely useless. Under strong suppression, the Church of Twilight had changed from being skilled in warfare to being skilled in singing and dancing, and its strength was far less than before. It would be difficult to send experts to support them in the short term.

Unless the Church of Dawn causes trouble, the sacred artifacts are destined to belong to the Temple of All Things. How they are viewed and for how long will be decided by the Temple of All Things at that time.

Each person has eight hundred schemes!

"What do you mean? You're not playing anymore..."

Looking at the harmonious atmosphere in the room, Gao Wen was dumbfounded. What happened to the chain mission? How did it end at the very beginning?

"That's not right. Even I, a college student, understand the principle that delay can lead to problems. How could a bunch of old fogies not understand that?"

Gao Wen muttered to himself. Based on his years of experience sitting in an office, the silence in the room was probably due to weighing the pros and cons, or even an exchange of interests. All it would take was for someone to stir things up, give it three rounds forward and three rounds backward, and they would immediately knock the dog's brains out.

The question is, where is the troublemaker?

"Honorable host..."

"Shut up! Who told you to answer that question!"

Gawain irritably suppressed the AI ​​assistant. With his fair and clean appearance, how could he look like a troublemaker?

Besides, he was just saying it. What good would it do him to really mess up the situation? What mission would it take?

The mission was excellent, but to push Ge Lan into an abyss for the sake of the mission was something Gao couldn't do, something that would bring him divine retribution, and he disdained to do it.

If it were a teammate who was utterly awful, Gawain would have tried to get a good price for him after betraying him. But Glenn is a responsible and dependable professor whose character far surpasses VanVleet's. Betraying him would only cause Gawain a pang of conscience.

After waiting another ten minutes and confirming that there would really be no fight in the arena, the situation became clearer and was tilting in a direction favorable to the Temple of All Things. Gawain pouted in dissatisfaction.

"The Temple of All Things never has to spend money to obtain sacred artifacts; the heavens are too kind to them..."

"With such good luck, could the Temple of All Things be the next chosen one after the Church of Dawn?"

Gawain shook his head repeatedly. It shouldn't be like that. He had worshipped four goddesses in one go. The operation was too big. The Pope had to use all his energy to patch things up. He couldn't suppress the internal conflicts. It was destined not to last long.

We should stay away from him, lest one day blood splatter on him.

"Time is precious, we can't wait any longer."

Gawain didn't want to be a troublemaker, so the chain quest was unfortunately interrupted. He cut his losses in time, lit up the Chameleon Rune, and went far away.

The target is Silverstone Ridge, as indicated by the treasure map!

Silverstone Ridge is only ten kilometers away from Yellowstone Ridge. With Gao Wen's speed and stamina, he arrived at his destination in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, following the best route provided by the AI ​​assistant.

Yinshiling is not a site of an ancient battlefield. Looking around, it is a cluster of low hills with nothing special about it, exuding a desolate and barren atmosphere, a typical place with no village or shop in sight.

The treasure map was hastily drawn, vaguely indicating that the treasure was buried in Silverstone Ridge, without marking a clear and accurate address. Gao Wen stepped onto the barren mountain and looked at the monotonous rocky slope in front of him, feeling somewhat troubled.

"I was careless; I should have brought the shovel with me."

While speaking, the AI ​​assistant had already completed 3D modeling, analyzed the data, and, after precise geological structure analysis, marked the three most likely locations where the portal was hidden.

In short, it was a bunch of baseless ramblings, which ended with three random red dots.

Although Gao Wen didn't have high hopes, adhering to the Eastern philosophy of "since we're already here," he decided to search each item one by one and try his luck.

Believe it or not, they actually found something fishy about him.

Deep within a seemingly chaotic pile of rocks, the AI ​​assistant detected a subtle discord.

Gawain moved the boulder aside and kicked away several long stones used for concealment, revealing a hidden ventilation shaft.

The surface of the cave entrance was meticulously camouflaged, blending perfectly with the surrounding rock texture, revealing only a few small holes, about the size of mouse holes, from which wisps of cool air seeped out.

Gao Wen approached the cave entrance, feeling the cold breeze, and couldn't help but frown.

Why would there be ventilation openings in this godforsaken place?

"Dear host, the camouflage technique of the ventilation shaft is obviously a modern product. Your treasure has most likely been dug up by someone..." The AI ​​assistant reminded that the thief not only stole Gawain's opportunity, but also usurped his place and privately modified the treasure room underground palace that originally belonged to Gawain.

"This is outrageous! Are honest people just meant to be bullied?"

Gao Wen gritted his teeth in hatred, his body went limp, turning into a ball of black mud, and surging into the darkness of the ventilation duct.

Shadow Magic: Shadow Leap.

……

At the end of the dark passageway, the huge underground space has been transformed into an assembly workshop, where eerie green phosphorescent lights have replaced traditional lighting, giving the entire workshop a ghostly atmosphere.

Looking around, there were countless skeleton soldiers.

They are not low-level undead wandering aimlessly, but rather controlled, trained, and skilled workers who can perform their respective duties on an assembly line.

On the left side, in the furnace area, several enormous skeleton craftsmen were wielding hammers, and with the clanging of hammers, rough but sharp longswords were being forged swiftly.

Two production lines, the other one is forging armor.

On the right side, in the assembly area, skeletons lined up in long queues, skillfully attaching polished longswords and iron armor to themselves or their companions.

Further away, a group of necromancers, like zombies, were controlling skeleton soldiers to unload cargo; the wooden crates contained fragments of bone recently excavated from Yellowstone Ridge.

After being ground into bone powder, it is revived by a necromancer through a ritual of summoning the dead.

The air was filled with the cracking of bones grinding together and the crisp sound of metal colliding; there was no roar, only a chilling order.

Undead Armory!

They worked day and night without stopping, forging countless skeleton soldiers.

At this moment, a necromancer, exhausted, collapsed straight down, without groaning or calling for help, just lying there with his eyes wide open.

For some reason, even though the necromancer was unable to maintain his magic, the skeletons he summoned remained completely unaffected and did not dissipate.

Soon, two men dressed in black robes came and dragged the drained necromancer away.

In the darkness, a shadowy figure flickered, then took on a human form and paused, before vanishing in the next second, as if it were merely an illusion.

Ring ring ring————

The bell on the wall rang, and the two overseers, dressed in black robes, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, it's time to change shifts. This place is so depressing."

"Once this week is over, I can go back to Meteor Island Industrial Park and have some fun. There are beaches and beautiful women in swimsuits. It's so much better than this awful place."

"I'm in trouble, I have to endure another week."

After the two finished their shift change, they went into a rest room and, without bothering to take off their robes, lazily lay down on their respective wooden beds.

"A lot of people came from the next district today. You're the most well-informed kid. Since you're free anyway, tell me about it."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Knowing too much isn't good for you. I don't want to supervise you at work tomorrow."

"Stop trying to scare me. I am His Holiness the Bishop's most loyal follower. It's not my turn to do the work..."

The two were chatting casually when suddenly a dark shadow darted out from the crack in the door, transforming into a human.

The bizarre scene left the two speechless with fright. Before they could react, they saw the person's eyes ripple with a deep blue light, and a heavy drowsiness washed over them, leaving them disoriented and unsure of where they were.

“That well-informed kid, I’ll ask you a question, and you answer it.”

Gawain took out an energy drink and chugdled it to replenish his depleted magic power. He had been amazed by everything along the way and was full of questions he wanted to know: "Who owns this factory? When was it built... and what is the purpose of assembling so many skeleton soldiers?"

"The factory belongs to the Church of Eternal Flame; only those with the strongest faith are allowed to enter..."

"Those necromancers are expendable resources. Meteor Island Industrial Park is hiring... Manager Mark sent them over... The corpses can be reused..."

"The bones were too expensive, so we only restarted the factory because of a recent discovery in Huangshiling..."

The foreman was not as well-informed as he boasted; he could only answer a limited number of questions and knew nothing about the rest.

Is the Eternal Flame's empire really that large?

Gawain was dumbfounded. Although the Eternal Flame worshipped the Lord of Death, the operation of the Undead Factory was still too sinister.

After the interns arrived in Hotwind City, the Church of Eternal Flame was quite friendly. First, Ingmar treated them to a meal, then they received a constant stream of small gifts, and finally, Ingmar personally stood up for them, expressing his clear support for Gran without any reservations.

Anyone who dares to touch Professor Glen is an enemy of the Eternal Flame!

This drastically changed Gawain's perception of the Eternal Flame. He hadn't expected that beneath its glamorous exterior lay so many charlatans like Gordon. Dawn's conspiracy theory was correct; Seymour was not only hypocritical but also exceptionally wicked—a complete schemer.

But there's one strange thing that Gawain really can't understand: why is Eternal Fire fighting so many Gundams? He didn't hear about any war! The most outrageous thing is, why didn't the skeleton soldiers follow their master after the necromancer who summoned them fell?

"Who are they... just tell me directly, who is your supervisor here?"

“Pastor Fabian, he is the factory supervisor.”

"Where is the man?"

"The next district."

“Take me to him.”

"No, my level isn't high enough..."

"Alright then, you two get some rest."

Gao Wen asked for directions to the next district, and each of them delivered a punch, the force just right, leaving the two accomplices in a vegetative state, bewildered and exasperated.

He borrowed the black robe and put it on, pulling up the hood so that only the lower half of his face was visible.

perfect!