The goddess wearing a brand new style of nun suit stood in the open space in front of the team. The cold wind in late autumn blew across the square, lifting up the nun's long blonde hair and a black lace skirt. She focused on the targets in the distance and listened to the instructions of her superiors.

"preparation"

Accompanied by the instructions of his superiors, the nun in charge of the demonstration lifted up the magic "staff" in his hand, and placed it flat on his side in a clean and neat position. One hand held the middle of the staff tightly and the other hand grabbed the guard guards wrapped around the scripture cloth at the front end. A low and pleasant buzzing sound came from the mechanisms at both ends of the staff, and a faint holy white light began to flow between the gaps and runes of those mechanical structures.

"put!!"

The seemingly slender fingers pulled the trigger, and the goddess's body trembled slightly, and a ball of white light gushed out of the opening at the front of the staff. This hot holy light energy flew quickly to the distance, and a flame exploded on the purple steel enchanting pillar that was the target.

After completing a beautiful shot, she extinguished the flames in the focus crystal according to the instructions, stood the "Gospel Angel" next to her side, and turned back to the team.

"This is the weapon improved by the Institute of Magic Technology and the Design Bureau according to the needs of female priests," Wright nodded to Veronica. "Although it looks like a full metal staff, because there are weak weight loss runes inside, the actual weight is much lighter than it seems. The attack method is essentially the Holy Light Impact Cannon used by the White Knight, but it has changed from double-engine to single-engine, and the weight is reduced by half. The reason for designing it in the staff style is because you have considered what you said before intimate combat. The goddess is not suitable for wielding the White Knight's mechanical powered warhammer, and the body guard staff is a more suitable weapon..."

"I... actually think you may have misunderstood... No, nothing," Veronica felt a little tired for some reason. She swallowed it back halfway through the explanation. She had not had a similar feeling for a long time in the past few hundred years. At this time, she couldn't help but sigh, "Patriarch, it seems that these nuns have also conducted melee training?"

“Although it’s only a preliminary training, it’s quite effective,” said Wright. “His Highness Rebecca and Ms. Hetty provided some guidance…”

"They provide guidance?" Veronica was stunned for a moment, feeling a little incomprehensible, "Why do they guide this?"

"The Cecil family has always been martial and has many quick-acting martial arts, especially Ms. Hetty, who is quite proficient in staff protection," Wright explained. "Of course, they only guided a few instructors, and the subsequent training was completed by the instructors."

Veronica thought about it and thought it would be better not to go into it, but she still had many questions and couldn't help but say it: "What's going on with their gloves? Why do nuns need gloves?"

"More lighter and more flexible melee weapons can further improve their survivability in close encounters, and fighting has always been the strength of Protestant clergy, which is not distinguished between men and women. In addition, their fists are not just weapons, but also a single-dose 'redemption' mixture built into them, which can save lives on the battlefield."

"…It sounds really a tailor-made armed force for the battlefield," Veronica said with a smile, "but... isn't it a bit too much?"

Hearing this sentence, Wright's expression suddenly became serious. He looked into Veronica's eyes and said very seriously: "We were born in an unsafe era. The priests were supposed to be ready to go to the battlefield."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I know that in the past many years, the Church of Holy Light has enjoyed wealth and power. The powerful Holy See knights and convenient divine power have made the priests forget how the missionaries of the Dark Age came through...

"The first missionaries trek through the wilderness, accompanying beasts, hardship and death, far from the modified convenient magic, nor the help given by the guardian knights and nobles from all over the country. It is in this situation where they are struggling to survive, the missionaries temper themselves and protect everyone they meet on the road with immature holy light, so that they can spread the original holy light concepts such as light, salvation, and shelter...

"We are lucky today. We no longer have to wear broken equipment to open up the wilderness, nor have we ever had to face the shadow of hunger and beasts. But His Majesty once said that without a long-term plan, there will be immediate worries. In the long time in the future, in such a vast world, there will always be some dangers waiting for us. Since we have chosen the "Holy Light", we must fulfill the responsibilities brought by the Holy Light."

Looking at the serious and serious Patriarch, Veronica felt a little emotional that she was a disobedient, and today she was taught by an ordinary person who was a "young" person. She thought it was a bit funny, but when she saw the faint holy light lingering around Wright, she still smiled.

He has this qualification, and he has broken the seal of his soul with his own thoughts. With this achievement alone, he has this qualification to be on par with any disobedient person.

Wright also realized that he had accidentally entered a professional preaching state. Before the embarrassment spread, he quickly changed the topic: "Of course, not all priests were incorporated into the White Knights' Chapter or the War Sisters' Team. We also retained civil priests. Even these armed nuns would receive believers in the church when they were not fighting, listen to confession and soothe the wounded. These are their daily tasks. White Knights would also have similar daily tasks, but they focused more on physical labor.

"In addition, both armed nuns and white knights must study the Holy Light Book and learn all kinds of new knowledge. This is their right and their obligation. They cannot deviate from the Holy Light Path because they are busy with secular things, nor can they become conservatives who resist advanced knowledge and solidify their thoughts because they only focus on studying the Scriptures.

"The entire Southern Church does not support mediocre idle people."

“It’s not just the Southern Church,” Veronica smiled. “The North will also carry out this transformation. And from a legal perspective, there is no difference between the so-called ‘Southern Church’ and ‘Northern Church’. We only have one Protestantism in the Light.”

"I know, but this is only legal, and the actual barriers still exist," said Wright quite seriously. "We have carried out extremely thorough church reshaping in the south, but similar 'reshaping' methods are not applicable in the north. I have received reports from many regions. The old priests have been trying to find ways to obstruct and delay the reform process, and the western region is particularly serious. They are obeying the new church center on the surface, but in fact they have always made many small moves."

"...I'll leave this part of the work to me," Veronica nodded after a brief pondering, "Combined with you in the Protestant Reformation, this is the content of my contract with Gauven Cecil."

Le looked at Veronica in a specific manner, and was silent for a moment before speaking: "I'm very curious, are you doing these things for us now really just because of a deal with His Majesty?"

"...In many cases, 'trading' is the most stable way to cooperate." Veronica looked at Wright deeply with her gentle but lacking warm eyes. After leaving this sentence, she raised the platinum scepter that never leaves her body, turned around and walked away slowly.

...

A few days later, the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain.

The dry and cold wind blew on my face, and the air was filled with a slight burnt smell. The once green fertile soil has turned into the war zone wasteland, spreading endlessly into the distance in the field of view. The ruins of the villages and the burnt forest remains on both sides continued to retreat. During the long journey, similar scenery continued to appear, repeated over and over again.

Bud Wendel closed the car window slightly unfamiliarly and isolated the dry and cold air outside the magic car. An old and somewhat inappropriate voice came beside him: "How is it? What do you think of watching this plain that has been tossed into ruins by you?"

Bud turned his head and saw the old druid named Pitman looking at him with a smile, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

This old man who looked unpretentious and sloppy was actually a big man. He had a respectable status and power in this huge and young empire, as he was the chief druid of the empire and the head of alchemy engineering. However, he ignored this dazzling halo and after personal contact for a while, he realized that the old man was actually so bad that he almost deserved a beating. He seemed to be able to say a lot of words to choke people to provoke the victims at all times. Unlike the Princess Rebecca who has similar talents, this old man deliberately...

The biggest problem Bud faced was that he was unable to fight with this old man yet, not because there were soldiers next to him watching or following the virtue of "respecting the elderly", but that he was 100% sure that even if he accidentally touched the old man, the other party would dare to lie on the ground immediately and then cheat the last copper in his pocket.

Why is this Pittman always targeting himself?

Bard couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he had to shake his head after a moment of embarrassing silence: "I don't want to defend myself, but I was not in Ansu when they opened the plan on the Holy Spirit Plain. At that time, I was sent to the eastern part of the mainland to contact the Son of the Storm."

"Ha, it's just a different place to do bad things," Pittman laughed, "Son of the Storm... Do you know what those guys are doing? Are they planning to return to the mainland?"

"...I don't know what they are doing. They put almost all their energy into the deep sea. Even the Death Society and the Sleepers of the Dark Sect are now difficult to communicate with them," said Bud quite frankly. "I stayed on a near-shore island in the Eastern continent for a long time, but basically wasting time. I collected some supplies for them, but more often I dealt with their mutated limbs affected by the deep sea, and worked like a doctor..."

"The limbs that were mutated by the deep sea?" Pittman raised his eyebrows, "It's interesting... I'm interested. What's the specific situation?"

"They have always been obsessed with occupying several seas controlled by the Siren, but they do not allow other members of the Dark Sect to participate in their frontline battles. I don't know what they did or what they experienced. I only know that some of the Storm Sons who were sent back have fish scales and fins, and they always mutter 'Eva is summoning' at high tide..." Bud shook his head, "To be honest, the mutations that happened to them are even more terrifying to me than many dark rituals where the Dead Sea... There are so many incomprehensible things hidden in the deep sea, and I don't know what those Storm Sons were attracted to, and they are obsessed with it."

"...Yes, leaving you as a cult can still produce some extra effects."

Pitman mumbled, then stopped paying attention to Bud's slightly changing face, but turned his gaze to the distance and looked at another car driving ahead.

In the magic car ahead, Gao Wen finished his routine communication with the Government Affairs Office and closed the terminal of the car Magic Network, he couldn't help but sigh: "The engineering team sent by Wald built two additional magical obelisks between Solinburg and the rich woodland. The communication problems in the southeast and southern areas of the Holy Spirit Plain have finally been solved part of the problem."

"Recently, the construction teams have been sent to the north, either to rebuild Kingdom Avenue or to build infrastructure on the Holy Spirit Plain, or to assist in organizing the joint reconstruction regiment. Some people say that the Second Corps under Wald's command is almost a road bridge construction regiment," Amber lay on the back of the seat in front, muttering, "Thinking about the fact that the Rock Fortress was still a gateway barrier two years ago, it was like a dream..."

While muttering, she moved her head and looked at Gao Wen: "Anotherwise, you actually decided to come and check the situation in person. This is quite surprising... It's really a pity that you can come out with confidence."

"The consul system and the government office exist to ensure that the entire empire can still operate normally when I leave Cecil City," Gao Wen said casually, but his eyes were involuntarily looking towards the direction of Solinburg. "And... what happened here really made me care. After all, it is the nest of the end of everything. Almost all the great changes and twists that this country has encountered in the past two years have been brewed by this nest. How can I not come and see it in person?"

"Ha, I admire your ability to make up a lot of reasons even if you sneak out and take a break." Amber said in a tone that she was not afraid of being photographed on the wall (because there is no wall here), and then she suddenly sat up straight before Gao Wen knocked on her head and looked into the distance in surprise.
Chapter completed!