The senior executives of the empire represented by Salian were tough and even a little shameless.

Ambassadors from various countries left the court in a furious manner and left the Hydra Palace one after another.

They did not make any statement about Salian's toughness.

At this moment, things were no longer possible for these ambassadors to decide. They could only convey what happened in Heidra Fort and the official attitude of the Delun Empire to their respective countries, waiting for reply from senior officials of various countries.

Everyone's faces were extremely gloomy when they left the Hydra Palace, which was much colder than the dark clouds above the Hydra Fort.

Everyone's hearts are heavy.

This may very likely turn into a war...a war of huge scale, with countless casualties.

Every ambassador secretly calculated in his mind about the probability of the outbreak of this war, as well as the troops that his country can invest, possible damage, subsequent impact, as well as his country, his family, and even what benefits they can gain in this war.

Only Barbaria came to Dorry, ambassador of the Ice Sea Kingdom with a smile on his face and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Dorley's face went from gloomy to very subtle.

He whispered a few words with a little difficulty as Babalia, who was a big taller than himself... Then, Babalia moved her huge body and squeezed into Dori's carriage.

Carriages drove away from the Hydra Palace, and they quickly dispersed through the streets and alleys. Then they walked around the streets and alleys, and finally they quietly gathered at the back door of St. Cloud's Cathedral.

Ambassadors from all over the world, hurriedly walked into St. Cloud's Cathedral through the back door, and led by clergy, they arrived at the main hall of the cathedral.

According to the strength of the country, they consciously arranged in a neat square array and stood in front of the golden oak statue hundreds of feet high and made of pure gold. They pressed their right hand on their heart position, lowered their heads, and recited prayer poems devoutly to express their devout faith in "Mu".

The ambassadors muttered here for half an hour. With a "boom", on the right side of the statue, a door behind the white curtain was pushed open. He was wearing a silver robe, a pure gold armor on the upper half, a light golden cloak, and a golden helmet on his head. On the ring face of the fingers of his left hand, a huge blood-colored gem shining Rafa stepped in.

"I feel your anger... Someone has made a mistake. You hope that the sinner who made the mistake will be severely punished?" Rafa stood directly under the statue of the Golden Oak, holding his hands in his chest, looking down at the ambassadors.

On the left side of the Golden Oak statue, another door opened quietly.

A blood-colored robe with a gentle temperament and a clean and humble temperament, surrounded by a group of blood-robed priests, Saint Attila slowly walked into the hall and walked on the steps to the pulpit under the Golden Oak statue.

Rafa turned around and looked at St. Attila. He took a deep breath and bowed slightly to St. Attila. He took a few steps back and gave the most center and most eye-catching position of the pulpit to St. Attila.

"Crown." Rafa gently patted his heart with his right hand.

"Your Excellency Rapha is not polite. We are all servants of my Lord. We are not distinguished from high or low before our Lord." Saint Attilala responded to Rapha's tribute in a standard tone.

The faces of the ambassadors remained unchanged, but many people had already started to curse.

‘There is no distinction between high and low’?

Who formulated the strict hierarchy within the two major churches?

Of course, this is a bullshit thing within the church, and no one cares about these messy things.

Dori took a step forward, and then bowed deeply to Saint Attila, "I will come here, dear Covenant of Saint Attila..."

St. Attila raised his right hand and shook it gently, interrupting Dori's words.

"No one or any thing in the world can blind my Lord's eyes. I know all the causes and consequences." Saint Attila said calmly: "The Delun Empire lost the military expenditure and supplies prepared for the battlefield of the abyss. They were not willing to bear this loss."

"There is no more wisdom than the crown prince." On behalf of the ambassadors of various countries, Dori made a sincere admiration and nodded vigorously: "They want to pass on the huge losses caused by this... because of their faults to us."

Shaking his head, Dori sighed: "This is undoubtedly unreasonable."

St. Attila nodded softly: "Of course, this is very unreasonable. Since all the military expenditure and baggage have been handed over to them for management, they must bear corresponding responsibilities."

Dori smiled: "There is no more wise than a crown prince. But..."

St. Attila turned around, and Doli stopped talking. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the golden oak statue in front of them with inexplicable thoughts, which was embedded in the wall and made of pure gold, nearly four hundred feet high.

This golden oak icon in St. Cloud's Cathedral is more magnificent than the one in St. Hild's Cathedral in Tulum Port.

Several people hugged the trunks of thick and thin trees, and the lush canopy. The huge canopy extends to both sides more than two hundred feet wide. On the countless tiny branches, exquisitely carved golden oak leaves shine brightly.

The huge holy statue, the entire holy statue was made of pure gold. If it were not for the support of the walls on both sides, if it were not for the blessing of powerful magic, this huge pure gold holy statue would have long crushed itself because of its own weight.

The Golden Oak Church shaved the land of believers for hundreds of years in the Delun Empire, and has been casting it with melted gold year by year, thus forming this huge holy icon bit by bit. At the same time, year by year of divine power and faith infusion, this holy icon has also become a powerful extraordinary weapon.

St. Attila turned his back to the ambassadors, put his hands on his chest, looked up at the huge icon, and murmured: "My Lord, your humble servant, pray for your guidance."

I don’t know what tricks St. Attila used, but the whole statue emitted a warm golden light at the same time.

Warm, but the extremely strong golden light turned into a rolling fog, sweeping across the hall in an instant. Everyone felt as if they were soaked in boiling water, and a stream of hot heat penetrated into their bodies through their pores. Several elderly and weak ambassadors felt their whole body excited, and their youthful vitality instantly filled their whole body.

"Great Mu!" All the ambassadors present, including the ambassadors of several powerful countries, knelt on the ground and worshiped the statue.

"The battlefield of the abyss cannot be lost. Those evil ghosts in the abyss must not let them descend to Medland." Saint Attila's erratic voice fell from the pulpit, accompanied by the strong golden light and the huge pressure that filled the void. His voice sounded like an oracle.

"The Delun Empire made a mistake, and they must make compensation for their mistakes."

"They lost the military expenditure and baggage, then... they must make up for the military expenditure and baggage."

A strong murderous intent gradually filled the voice of Saint Attila, and everyone felt the powerful and unshakable will in his heart.

Dori, and the ambassadors of several other powerful countries, smiled at the same time...

Oh no, Frans, ambassador of the United Kingdom of Nice, was the only one with a worried face among the over a hundred ambassadors present.

The United Kingdom of Nice is extremely wealthy and rich. In the continent of Medland, almost every country has borrowed money from the United Kingdom of Nice. He is the creditor of the entire continent of Medland.

He is rich and has a comfortable life, so the combat effectiveness of the United Kingdom of Nice is naturally a bit weak.

War…the United Kingdom of Nice is unwilling to fight.

Once a war is fought, how much delay will it make money?

Frans had been yelling with many ambassadors at the Hydra Palace, just to join in the fun and take advantage of it. The Deron Empire lost that huge sum of money, so the United Kingdom of Nice was naturally unwilling to spend another sum of money.

However, compared with war... the senior executives of the United Kingdom of Nice are happy to spend an additional sum of money. As long as there is no war, what is money? The United Kingdom of Nice is really not short of money.

In particular, the United Kingdom of Nice and the Deron Empire border on land. When the Deron Empire and the Ice Sea Kingdom joined forces to trap the Kingdom of Saint-Shia, the army of the Deron Empire had borrowed access to the United Kingdom of Nice.

The army of the Derren Empire could easily cross the border and pour into the United Kingdom of Nice.

Frans drooped his face, feeling worried.

The voice of St. Attila continued to come from the pulpit: "I rule that the Deron Empire was disgraceful and guilty in this incident. They made mistakes but were unwilling to bear the consequences. There is no doubt that they need to be punished."

Barbaria was so excited that she clenched her fists: "The Lucian Empire is very happy to punish them the most severely... Let's gather the army now, one million, two million, five million... How many people do you think you need?"

The ambassador of the Kingdom of Saint Hia, kneeling beside Barbaria, curled his lips.

The Lucia Empire has never lacked manpower... but can those savages carrying rust knives and broken swords be considered soldiers?

A group of poor people who only know how to sell meat will have only a little success in their lives.

St. Attila turned around and walked to the edge of the pulpit, looking down at the ambassadors kneeling on the ground: "So, what do you mean by yours?"

Dolly raised his head: "The Crown is important, we must report to the country..."

St. Attila nodded, and he said calmly: "Tell me what I mean to your king. The Deron Empire should be punished. The battlefield of the abyss cannot be lost... So, give you a month, and I want to see a coalition force that is strong enough to punish the Deron Empire."

The ambassador of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia, the Gaul Republic, smiled at the same time.

They believe that the senior executives in their own country will agree with St. Attila's suggestion.

Form a coalition and punish the Delun Empire.

Since the Delun Empire is unwilling to bear this loss, then use force to seize it.

Efforts to the wealth of the Delun Empire, weakens their national strength, and suppresses their recent expansion momentum that is somewhat uncontrollable... There is nothing more pleasant than this.

"Then, I suggest... the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces shall be the chief commander of the coalition forces. Do you have any opinions?" St. Attila smiled and looked at Rafa who was standing on the side of the pulpit.

"This is my honor... You guys, you definitely have no objection." Rafa grinned, like a wolve, smiling at the great aspirations of all countries.
Chapter completed!