Doomsday Totem

Chapter 640 Blood Recommendation Xuanyuan

The recruitment of Thunder Hammer spread to every corner of the Yincheng world along countless fiber optic cables and communication satellites.

From the radio in the bar, there was a deep and thick voice.The noisy people stopped their movements and listened carefully.

When the sound ended, the hustle and bustle of the past no longer existed.Everyone remained silent, like a silent deep sea, quietly.It seems that there is an invisible force slowly accumulating.

Three to 10 minutes after the call-up order was issued, those who were once aloof had already felt indescribable pressure.All of them lost the arrogance of the past, trembling and panicking all day long, as if those who used to be regarded as ants would pounce on them at any time and tear them to pieces.

This is especially evident in the low-radiation zone, sand castle, and iron floating island of the southern cemetery.Those officials, even if they hid in heavily guarded buildings, did not have the slightest sense of security.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and people are becoming more and more silent.It was as if the sound of the whole world had disappeared at that moment.

This is the silence that belongs to the sea. The sea is calm and calm, but the bottom of the sea is full of torrents and raging waves.

In the presbytery of the temple, there was chaos.The few elders left over from the previous battle finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and couldn't afford to get sick.Even an old woman in her 200s died on the spot.

It wasn't until this moment that the new generation of high-level temple officials truly felt the extinct glorious belief that had sunk in the long river of history, its majesty, and its world-wide fame.The deep-rooted fear of the older generation is not groundless.Even holding the sharpest sword in the world, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

It was a majestic mountain, a quiet sea, and a silent sky. It seemed that the next moment, they would be greeted with landslides, tsunamis, and violent storms.

"Don't worry, there are three legions from Lombard, the archbishop in Nancheng, and the two temples of Notre Dame." "Mu Yulinglan didn't make a statement." "You Jiawen didn't send anyone to attend the meeting."

"We still have the sword of dawn... By the way, where is Yuge, why didn't she come?" "Augusman, your granddaughter is too shameful. As the commander of the dawn expedition, she can't wait at this moment." , did not come to the meeting!"

"I want to impeach her!" "Don't be impulsive, not to mention whether the five armies of Liming will obey orders. Infighting at this time is tantamount to fueling the arrogance of the remnants of glory and making the whole world laugh at us." "Then what should we do?"

"The Chosen One, where is your army?" asked the elder of White City Little Mordleton.

"Whoever goes to suppress, I will support whoever ascends the throne!" Leo Bruno, who has always been hot-tempered, shouted loudly.Anyway, there is no chosen person in their family, so they can support anyone.

"Old friend, I'm not dead yet." St. Augustan Modleton reminded, frowning.

At this time, the chosen ones all lowered their heads, looking at the copy of the first half of the Holy Word book in their hands, as if they didn't hear the elders' discussion.At times like this, everyone wants to stay out of it.Use the elite of your own family to go to the Northern Wilderness to suppress. If there is any change, the loss will be immeasurable.

In the internal classics, the blood-stained history is all frightening.The bravery and determination of the guardians of the holy wolf cannot be tolerated by a few families.

Everyone present was lucky, and just wanted others to be the first ones, while they hid behind and watched the show.For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely delicate.

"My family is willing to go." A ruddy and burly elder stood up and said loudly, "We will do our best to deter the remnants of glory!"

Everyone turned their heads to look. It was the elder of the Lothar family, the vassal noble of Mordleton, and the red-clothed archbishop in charge of Dragon City.

"Lothar family, good job." "Lothar's brilliance is worthy of being the mainstay of the five northern cities." "Eternal legendary family." "May the glory of the true God be with you." "The sword of the true god will be with you Let’s overcome obstacles and open up the road to victory.” The elders praised and sincerely expressed their blessings.

"The number of warships of our family is scarce, and I hope you will help us." Elder Lothar nodded and asked.

"We, Ironshoe City, support a 20-ton battlecruiser, and attach [-] gold coins as military expenses for the expedition to the Northern Wilderness." Leo Bruno stood up and took the lead in expressing his opinion.

"We, Quecheng, support three sun-chasing destroyers and [-] gold coins." Matthew the Chosen stood up and said.

"Our Giant Whale City supports five Skylark frigates and 15 gold coins." The Chosen One, "Little Monster" Randall Climans got up and said.

"We, Black Wing City, support two Harrier destroyers and 12 gold coins." The Chosen One, Nuo Ding, stood up and made a statement.

"Our Baicheng supports three Osprey frigates and [-] gold coins." "Our Anvil City supports a [-]-ton swan transport ship, fully loaded with various military supplies." "We..." The elders expressed their opinions one after another.

Seeing them helping each other, Elder Lothar was moved to tears, walked tremblingly to the front of the stage, and bowed to the elders.

"On behalf of the 970 members of my family, I would like to thank you all for your deep friendship. Our family will definitely fulfill its mission and fight to the end with the remnants of glory. We will do our best and die." After finishing speaking, he bowed to the end.

Immediately, there was warm applause in the elders' courtyard.

On the morning of the seventh day, the fleet of the Lothar family flew over the Eternal City.In the cold north wind, the sound of the booming salute shot straight into the sky, and the sky was full of falling flowers and ribbons.The army on the expedition to the Northern Wilderness flew into the sky amidst the cheers of the people.

A few hours later, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Elder Lothar put on a bishop's red robe, came out of the elders' courtyard, took a floating boat, and came to the "Grotto Bank" on the downtown street in the lower city.

Grotto Bank, also known as "Grotto Bank", is one of the top ten banks in Silver City World, with a history of more than [-] years, and its accounts can be traced back to before the ancient nuclear war.At the beginning, they put the client's property into the stone cave and sealed it up, hence the name "gold hidden in the cave".

Their purpose is just like this ancient name, the property is placed with them, even after a thousand years, it is still safe.

"My lord bishop, may I help you?" Knowing that the red-clothed archbishop of Dragon City was coming, the president of the Grotto Bank personally came out to greet him.The status of the cardinal is second only to the pope and the temple princess, and is equal to the chosen one.

Cardinal Lothar didn't answer, but just untied a simple copper key from his neck and handed it to the president.

"My lord, this way please."

A moment later, according to the number on the copper key, the president took the elevator and took Archbishop Lothar deep underground, and then walked through a dimly lit passage to a round iron door.

This iron door was extremely thick, with thick iron blocks buckled on the edges, and round steel bars as thick as bowl mouths passed through the iron blocks to secure the door.To that degree of solidity, I don't know how many tons of explosives are needed to explode.Looking up, the door is inlaid with "29783" copper characters.

"Please wait a moment..." The president turned around, took the copper key and inserted it into the small lockhole, and then twisted the valve next to him vigorously.

"Crackling... thump thump... Kaka Kaka..."

With the grinding sound of gears, the steel bars retracted towards the walls on both sides.

"Crack!"

Then there was a dull metal crash, and the iron door slowly opened inward.In an instant, dazzling golden light came out from the gap.

A large number of gold gemstones, pearls and agates were reflected in the president's pupils.Even though he was used to seeing rich and powerful guests, he was also shocked.

At a glance, there are gold coins everywhere, exquisitely crafted boxes inlaid with colorful gems, cups made of emeralds, daggers overflowing with gold, necklaces embedded with large diamonds, and various oval-shaped gems , red, yellow, blue, purple and green, half covered in gold coins.Famous paintings and scrolls that have been around for a long time are randomly thrown in the corner.If any of these pieces were taken out, they would fetch a price that would make him short of breath.

Archbishop Lothar walked into the treasure house, as if turning a blind eye to the treasures everywhere.

In the innermost part of the treasure house, there is a small round oak table.On the table, there was a dilapidated small suitcase.Due to the age, the leather is a little cracked, and the copper buckle is covered with green patina.

Archbishop Lothar took a deep breath, holding the edge of the suitcase with both hands, and carefully opened it upwards.As if afraid of accidentally breaking the box or the treasures inside.

The president couldn't help being a little curious, what kind of peerless treasures were inside that could make a high-ranking red-clothed archbishop pay so much attention to it.

He stood behind the bishop and craned his neck to look over.But when I saw it clearly, I was a little disappointed.In that box, there was a gray cloth bag.The material is the usual canvas, and it's kind of dirty, with black stains everywhere.Archbishop Lothar held it in his hand, it was light and fluffy, and there was nothing rare about it.

"Okay." Archbishop Lothar said, and then walked out of the vault with a gray cloth bag.

"Is that all right?" The governor was a little surprised.

Archbishop Lothar nodded and did not speak again.

Not long after, the two returned to the bank lobby.Archbishop Lothar declined the governor's offer, walked out of the gate alone, and an elongated black car stopped in front of him.

"You go back first, I want to relax." He said to the driver, and the car drove away quickly.

Bishop Lothar held a cloth bag in his hand, and walked evenly along the central avenue, which was built of white stones and filled with flowers in flower beds on both sides.Pedestrians in the past all looked sideways. A red-clothed archbishop was actually walking on the streets of the lower city.They were all very excited. At the time of crisis, the servant of the true god finally came out to unite people's hearts.

Half an hour later, the archbishop in red arrived at Sun Plaza, the largest square in the Eternal City.

At this time, the square was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and extremely crowded.These days, people in the city are in panic, and residents spontaneously gather in the square to pray for safety.They hope that the authorities can wipe out those evil heretics as soon as possible, and restore the world to a clean and peaceful place.

The archbishop in red looked straight at him and walked into the square.When people saw it, they all bowed their heads in salute to him, and stepped back to make way for him.

"The Archbishop has come to see us." "Great." "Long live!" "By God." "We shall prevail." "Shoot those evil mutants into the Matong." "Burn them .” “Vicious wolves.” “Scavenging vultures that peck people’s eyes.” “Mammoths that eat children.” People were buzzing.

In the middle of the Sun Square, there are five flags flying. The dark blue flag in the middle is printed with the sun, the moon and 51 stars. This is the "Xinghai Conference Flag" of the World Parliament, representing the highest political power in the world of Silver City.

The two flags next to the meeting flag, the one on the left is long, dark red, with a silver-gray cross painted in the middle, and thick gold thread embroidered on both sides.This is the "Sanctuary Battle Flag", representing the glory and majesty of the temple.

The one on the right is triangular and sky blue, with mountains, lakes, palaces and clouds painted.This is the "Battle Flag of God's Domain", which represents the grace and punishment of Notre Dame.

The two flags on the far side, one side is a long black strip, and the middle is a golden cross with a pair of white wings spread out, representing the Templar Crusaders.On the other side is a light green triangle, painted with the moon and a sword, representing the Luna Guard.

There were thin snowflakes in the sky, and a biting cold wind blew, making the robe of the archbishop in red bulge and rattle.I saw him facing the flag, walking slowly, and walked onto the flag platform.

"The archbishop is about to speak." "Silence, silence." "Shut up."

The archbishop in red was holding a gray cloth bag, staring at the crowd below, silent.

After a long time, he crossed his hands and made a blessing ceremony to the people, which immediately attracted a burst of cheers.

Then, he turned around, untied the rope of the Xinghai Conference flag, and began to lower the flag.People felt a little strange, but they all kept silent and watched quietly.After all, the other party is the red-clothed archbishop of the temple, and the existence above the clouds has his reasons no matter what he does.

The Xinghai Club flag fell, was taken out, and placed beside it.Many people began to frown, very puzzled.Then, the archbishop took off the red cloak that symbolized his identity and threw it on the ground.

Just when everyone was suspicious, the Archbishop suddenly shook his hand and untied the gray cloth bag.

In the bitter wind, a dilapidated and riddled flag fluttered.

Red as blood, fierce as fire.

I don't know why, maybe the scene in front of me is too weird.With a "wow", the crowd backed away involuntarily.

With trembling hands, the archbishop tied the flag to the rope and pulled it up.In those old eyes, there is the most pious gaze in the world.

"Stop him, that's the banner of the cult!" Someone finally recognized it, with frightened eyes, and shouted loudly.

In an instant, all the residents of Yincheng in the square turned pale.

"Guards, guards!" "Come on, come on!" "Help!" "God, stop him!" People were crying and screaming, falling into great chaos.

The bright red flag rose slowly.

"Get out, get out!"

The nearby guards yelled and rushed through the crowd.

"Stop, stop immediately!" "Hands up!" shouted the guards, raising their assault rifles and aiming at the old man on the flag stand
But the other party turned a blind eye and pulled the flag rope with all his attention.He raised his head, as if the only thing left in the whole world was the incomplete, worn-out, blood-stained flag.

"Fire!" the captain of the guard roared loudly.

"Da da da!" "Da da da!" "Da da da!" "Da da da!" "Da da da!" "Da da da!" "Da da da!"

All guards, pull the trigger at the same time.Gunshots came and went, and bullets shot at the old man raising the flag.

"Puff puff……"

On the pure white robe, bright red blood flowers bloomed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The old man turned his arms, entangled tightly on the flag rope, stared round his eyes, facing the hail of bullets, and let out a final roar.

"I am Poetry of the Bright Moon, Lorenfell."

"We're back!"

As if responding to his heroic determination, at the same time, the fleet flying over the Atlantic Ocean lifted all their gun barrels and let out a mournful roar.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The deafening sound of cannons, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, resounded through the world!

The Lorenfells on the bridge stood silently, looking into the distance, tears streaming down their faces.

(End of this chapter)