After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Meanwhile, the network of tunnels that Gaparia is building to circulate domestically is gradually advancing towards Bayern. This convenient transportation network will bring huge benefits to the United Nations in the future, but Yang Hao always felt that relying solely on underground tunnels for transportation seemed too inefficient.

He was considering whether to find a way to bring out the train—that way, people and small items could use the network track, and the train could transport large quantities of goods. In the end, not only would the traffic be smoother, but more importantly, it would avoid the possibility of all eggs being thrown into one basket and all eggs being lost.

On the other hand, strictly speaking, the need for trains only arose to facilitate trade with other countries... If we really need to handle logistics and transshipment within the country, can't we just rely on the Magic Network?

Alas! It's a pity that Isgard definitely doesn't want us to build a magic network within their country... Otherwise, how convenient would trade between countries be in the future? Of course, Yang Hao was just thinking about it.

To be honest, the Eden Kingdom's [Magic Network] technology has a huge impact on ordinary countries.

Today we can trade freely, but who knows, one day I might be in a bad mood and send a million soldiers flying into your faces—not everyone can handle such a threat... Well, so let's leave it at that.

Yang Hao and the others continued their work.

After they parted ways, Lady Lalumia quietly followed Yang Hao until he entered his office, at which point she naturally slipped in with him.

Yang Hao was already used to Lalumia's presence. However, this time Lalumia wasn't there to help Yang Hao rest.

She came to explain to Yang Hao some details about the "Heavenly Kingdom".

“No matter what, work should come first... So could you put aside some trivial matters for a while?” She smiled, walked behind Yang Hao, and rubbed his ear. “After all, we have to deal with the most urgent matters—without a doubt, if you really decide to raid [Heaven], then matters concerning [Heaven] are the most important things.”

"...So what should we do?"

"It's very simple. 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' To enter Heaven, you must at least understand the situation of Heaven—although I have been away from my Heaven for a long time, I think the God of Light wouldn't dare to change some key locations. So... are you ready?"

"Ah."

As Yang Hao nodded, the deity, who had once again embraced the man who was like his own son, sighed and began to speak of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Originally, Lalumia's "Heaven" was a sacred and hopeful place. In Heaven, many souls would spend their final peaceful slumber before being sent into the void by Lalumia's own hands, where they would choose to be reincarnated or become the cornerstones of Heaven.

In Lalumia's "Heaven," everything possesses a soul. From flowers and trees to buildings—everything formed by those who voluntarily remained—contains a soul. However, under the corruption of the God of Light, these once peaceful souls may have begun to rebel... to the point that they would attack the moment Yang Hao and his companions entered.

"In other words, you have to be prepared to fight them."

Lalumia stroked Yang Hao's hair while sighing heavily.

Although she, as the "Light," would not be harmed by the souls after returning to Heaven, for Yang Hao and others who had no concept of "Light," their entry into Heaven was tantamount to throwing meat buns in front of a pack of hungry dogs.

Although Lalumia is capable of protecting the people of the United Nations who enter Heaven, if she were to oppose the God of Light, she would inevitably have to abandon her protection of the United Nations...

Therefore, she hoped that Yang Hao and the others would be prepared to fight against the berserk souls. Even if it meant simply killing those souls, she didn't want to see more people from the United Nations die because of her in this war.

"...We must fight them with pure magic."

She recalled the essence of those souls, the voices and smiles of each believer who chose to stay after entering heaven. She sighed, presumptuously hoping that the souls would forgive her for her actions, while at the same time feeling disgusted and unhappy because of them.

"Both [Magic Power] and [Divine Power] are essentially the most fundamental forces in this world. They are powers called [Concepts]—only the concept of magic power is purer, while the concept of divinity is more specialized. It's like gold coins: if [Magic Power] is the manifestation of the concept of money, then [Divine Power] is the precise gold or silver coin under the concept of money."

In a sense, magic and divine power can be countered... and it is clear that the magical technology of the Kingdom of Eden has advanced to the point where it can rival divine power.

The only problem is, how do we ensure that there's a large amount of magic in Heaven? That's a place where divine power holds absolute dominance!

Lalumia gently rubbed Yang Hao's chin, then lightly rested her upper body weight on his head. She posed the question to Yang Hao because she knew he could give an answer that everyone would agree with.

Reality did not disappoint Lalumia. While Yang Hao pondered, he quickly came up with a solution:

"We currently have a large number of magic storage devices in the country... If possible, perhaps we can use these magic storage devices to forcibly create a magic zone in Heaven, and then open a portal there to send our artificial magic reactor there."

The artificial magic reactor can provide a large amount of magic to the current area. As long as the portal can reliably send the reactor, along with the pipes connecting to the seawater, to [Heaven], then turning this area, which is full of divine power, into an ocean of magic is not a difficult task.

Although this is only the first step of the plan, and there seem to be countless loopholes to be filled... at least with this prototype, everyone can modify the above conditions based on it.

Lalumia was very satisfied with Yang Hao. She gently stroked the muscles on Yang Hao's face that had softened during the day. Then she patted Yang Hao's cheek and took a step back.

"In that case, good luck, kid. I won't bother you anymore."

For children with ideas, let them work hard on their own—I only need to come over when they're tired.

With this in mind, Lalumia left Yang Hao's office.

While the United Nations was busily embarking on its own plans, in the diocese, Bishop Peter was also preparing his own plans.

Through these days of observation, the leader of the Church of Peter roughly understood that the God of Light was no longer the "omniscient" deity he had come to know—after losing a large number of believers and, most importantly, after the defection of the saintess, the God of Light had lost too much power during this period.

The God of Light is now so unaware of what preparations he is making that it is surprising to the leader of the Church of Peter.

"Heh heh heh... You don't even know your own followers are preparing to 'kill a god,' and you're still foolishly sending angels to gather faith everywhere... My Lord, it seems you're already past your prime..."

Peter looked down at the dagger in front of him, a strange smile on his face. This dagger was the murder weapon he had painstakingly found in an underground cave near the old church's territory—the weapon that had once harmed a deity.

Gods cannot be killed by mortal weapons. Only gods can kill gods.

The paradox is that a weapon stained with divine blood is imbued with divinity—a dagger that would normally only manage a cut at a deity's fingertip can, when stained with divine blood, easily pierce a deity's chest and strike their heart...

In other words, this murder weapon is undoubtedly capable of killing gods—but, shouldn't we say it's truly the work of fate?

While searching for this god-slaying weapon to prepare for his future godhood, the leader of the Church of Peter was astonished to discover that it was actually the weapon used by the God of Light in the past—when the God of Light was just a mortal, he used this very dagger to pierce the back of a certain deity when he was seizing divine power...

Although it is unknown whether the murdered deity is dead, it is certain that the dagger fell into the hands of Peter the Elder, which naturally gave him the ability to kill gods.

Especially considering that the God of Light seems completely unaware of his subtle actions... Leader Peter felt that he was now in a safe position.

"...However, this dagger is a last resort, so it should be used at the perfect moment."

Even so, Peter the Elder was still very clear about his position.

He was a clergyman who could only unleash divine magic through the reliance on the God of Light and his followers. He was destined not to possess the same level of faith as the saints and ascetics.

He could not contend with the powerful God of Light, but conversely... if one day his faith power began to decline significantly, it would mean that the power of the God of Light had weakened to its limit.

Then...Master Peter can find an opportunity to approach his God as a "loyal subject".

Then offer him the most painful death... after taking his power, make yourself the next God of Light.

"...So be it. Put it away properly, disguise it with an ordinary scabbard... Ha... God of Light, did you ever imagine that one day you would be betrayed by the very weapon you once used?"

Peter licked his lower lip, carefully placed the rusty yet divinely imbued dagger away, and confidently left the underground chamber.

Above, the Old Church's army, after a long period of integration, had the capability to launch an attack on the Protestant Church.

To avoid obstacles on his path to godhood, Peter the Elder ruthlessly executed most of the bishops in secret, finally gaining supreme control over his territory.

All of this was hard-won.

Peter the Elder sneered, "It's all for my own godhood."

Once I become a god, then whether it's the saint Cecilia, the witch Priscilla who has always caused me trouble, or the regent—they will all be nothing but scum in my eyes after I become a god.

But before that...

As a human being, the Church Master Peter also had to learn to be patient.

Endure...endure...

Endure until that day comes.

"...Perhaps before that, I need to go to St. Petersburg in person to ask for the opinion of the God of Light...I need to find a way to get him to go to the battlefield where the old and new churches are fighting."

Leader Peter finalized his plan.

Meanwhile, the demon servants in the Roman Empire's capital also noticed the intrusion of the Issugard army.

He was surprised by how quickly the Isgardians were advancing—but it was all part of the plan.

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For the demon servants, the attack by the Isgardians was unexpected, but in the end, it would not affect their grand plan to expand their demon realm until May 27th.

After all, it would take the Isgardians several more days to advance towards the capital. And capturing the capital within two days was even more impossible—he meant, capturing the outer city was possible, but capturing the inner city and the crucial palace district? That was practically impossible.

Because not only is the palace area personally guarded by him, but the Alessars, who are still unaware of the changes to come, are also stationed there... Perhaps the Roman capital cannot compete with the army of the Isugardians in terms of the number of troops, but the capital's most obvious advantage right now is the crazy civilians in the city!

Those who have gone mad with celebration because of the doomsday prophecy don't care whether the outside world is good or bad. They will turn against everyone, they will hurt everyone, including the people of Isgard.

Even if the remaining hundreds of thousands of people are left to their own devices like pigs, it will still take Isgard several days to process them... Under these circumstances, why should I worry about the plan going wrong?

The demon servant chuckled and shook his head. He felt pretty confident, at least in his eyes.

He believed his Demon Realm plan could last until it was fully implemented—the demon servant was very optimistic.

But his optimism only lasted until May 19th.

......

On May 19th, the United Nations, who had been inactive until now, finally launched an attack on the Roman Empire.

They came with great force, and although their numbers were small, they still put enormous pressure on General Dreshka, who was fighting fiercely against the Khuttod Khanate on the front lines.

"Find out the movements of the United Nations immediately! At least let me know where that Regent's main force is going to attack!"

General Dreschka lost his usual composure. Faced with Yang Hao's truly large-scale attack, even the most composed man couldn't help but feel flustered.

For no other reason than that—although Yang Hao was not a qualified general, much less a wise military strategist, his achievements in industrial reform are a weighty and monumental feat that everyone must acknowledge.

General Dreschka knew very well that if there were a country that could fully unleash the Regent's reform power and allow him to make his mark, then that country would unleash an extremely terrifying vitality.

In previous years, due to internal conflicts of interest and resistance to the Regent, the Roman Empire forced the Regent into exile under pressure—but no one expected that the Regent would actually be accepted by the Elves.

Not only was he accepted by the elves, but they also fully recognized his reform abilities... And now, the Roman Empire will truly face a massive invasion from an elven kingdom that has undergone thorough industrial reform.

What is this concept?

General Dreschka was covered in cold sweat: This is like a strong warrior putting on full armor and wielding a greatsword to participate in a duel tournament for young soldiers. This will be an unprecedented massacre—and considering the Regent's deep hatred for the Roman Empire... perhaps this time the Roman Empire's people will really be reduced to less than one-tenth.

But at least, the military region still has a chance!

If we can figure out the Regent's attack direction and create some trouble for him, forcing him to take a detour, then we still have a chance to negotiate and obtain a better outcome...

As for the nomads? Who cares!

The nomads at most treated us as slaves, but the regent might actually want to kill us all...

The general swallowed hard. With his command, the military district's scouts, carrying the precious mage, headed north.

And it was this afternoon that they sent word that the main force of the United Nations was currently located in the territory of Kagard and Shkur.

The United Nations has made no further progress.

It was fortunate that they seemed to be planning to build their own colonies in both places.

General Dreschka breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, under the glow of the setting sun, the soldiers of the United Nations were working hard to secure the borders of the two new territories, constructing camps and buildings that would be used for a long time to come.

Among them, Miss Nia from Isgard also came to join in the fun under the pretext of "just passing by to see how the motherland's troops are doing".