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Because the church system collapsed too quickly, a large number of bishops and even cardinals died inexplicably. This bizarre situation caused many surviving clergy to fall into endless panic.

But no one is willing to believe that the Moon God, the creator of all things and possessing infinite divine power, would fall!

It just so happened that the Holy City had just conveyed the news that the end of the world was approaching, which allowed the remaining nobles and church personnel to imagine what had happened.

It must be because of the moral collapse and lack of faith of the people of the empire that the great lord fell into a deep sleep in disappointment and acquiesced to the arrival of the end of the world!

As long as they continue to pray devoutly, one day, the Lord will wake up from his endless slumber and cleanse the entire earth!

At that time, they will not only be able to regain their previous glory and status, but will also be able to go one step further and become high and mighty cardinals or even kings and emperors!

Tiral is a member of the Moon Watcher organization, and today is the day when they hold their regular meeting!

In order not to lose face in front of his colleagues, Tiral took off his dirty work clothes and changed into a set of gorgeous clothes bought at a high price, which was not conspicuous in the kingdom today.

Because even dogs on the street could be wearing colorful clothes, and the grooms and vendors on the street were dressed no worse than the nobles of the past.

In Tiral's opinion, this undoubtedly violated the order and hierarchy of the world, and would have aroused the wrath of God in the past!

The rally was held on a farm not far from the town.

When Tiral first took over the title from his deceased father and became a lord, he went to inspect the farmland in the territory. Everything he saw was a smelly and messy scene.

There was livestock feces, garbage piled all over the ground, and even traces of urine and unknown filth on the walls, which made people feel nauseous.

And those lowly farmers were stupid and ugly, they only knew how to work hard on the land with their hoes, not caring whether the splashed mud would stain passers-by...

That scene was forever engraved in Tiral's heart, and he believed more and more what his father said - the nobles were appointed by the great Moon God, and they assisted the bishops and priests in managing the intelligent creatures in the world!

But this time when Tiral arrived outside the farm, he saw a completely different scene. The road was flat and wide, and there were large, neatly divided wheat fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Three huge and strange-looking alchemical instruments are galloping across the yellow earth, carrying out a new round of autumn planting!

Seeing this, Tiral couldn't help but feel a little jealous. In his opinion, this farm was simply a new type of territory, and those wizards actually let a lowly farmer manage it...

"These damn wizards..." Tiral cursed in his heart, then straightened his clothes, and after some identity checks, he walked into the farm.

Tiral was not the last one to arrive, but he was not the first either. More than seventy nobles in gorgeous clothes were gathered in the farm, talking and discussing their past deeds.

What made Tiral a little embarrassed was that most of the nobles present were wearing the latest and most popular clothes of the year, while he was wearing old styles from the previous year, making him look a little out of place in the crowd.

Right in front of him, Northen, the former seventh prince of the empire, was surrounded by a group of nobles and was talking loudly about how they should mobilize manpower to counterattack the Magic Kingdom after the Moon God awakened.

After seeing Tiral walk into the farm, Northen's eyes suddenly brightened and he walked over quickly. "You've come just in time, Lord Tiral. Who do you think the great Lord will make the new master of the empire?"

"There is no doubt that it will be you, Your Majesty Northon!" Tiral said readily.

Northen laughed loudly, patted Tiral on the shoulder, and immediately promised that after they had passed this most difficult time, defeated those wizards, and regained the glory of the empire, he would definitely grant him the title of Grand Duke and a large piece of the most fertile territory as a reward.

Tiral expressed his gratitude profusely, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Those gathered in this small farm were all important officials of the empire in the past, but now they have fallen to this place.

The former adjutant of the Divine Punishment Army was blowing glass in a workshop, the high and mighty bishop was lurking in the city guards as a squad leader, and the most miserable noble had even been reduced to a dung collector!

However, according to his own words, this was a sacrifice made for the great Lord, because the dung picker was the only position that could enter and exit some key areas without verification, and could provide a lot of key intelligence.

Only here do they feel that their proud identities as nobility and clergy are still real!

Tiral sighed and thought, and soon he noticed that the noisy discussions in the farm suddenly subsided. He quickly turned around and saw that the person who came was one of the few bishops left in the church, the originator of the theory that the Moon God was sleeping, Lord Seediq!

All the nobles and priests present hurriedly saluted respectfully.

The seventh prince, Noson, took a few steps forward and asked anxiously, "Bishop Seediq, I wonder how long it will take for the great Moon God to wake up!"

Sediq stared at Northam deeply, then looked at the other nobles who were also expecting the answer, and replied calmly, "This is closely related to whether our prayers are sincere..."

"The Lord needs to see our repentance and sincerity! But it is clear that some of us do not have the faith that He claims we do!"

Sediq's words made Tiral and others change color slightly. They looked at their colleagues around them with wandering eyes, and a strong sense of vigilance was hidden in their kind eyes.

Three months ago, a minor noble who betrayed his faith revealed the place of their gathering to those wizards, causing the Moon Watchers organization to lose a lot of manpower and almost be wiped out.

This profound lesson also made Tiral and others more vigilant, and the time of the gathering was changed from once a month to irregular summons.

Sediq looked at everyone present, and after a long while, he changed his tone and said comfortingly, "But I believe that the true betrayers of faith have been expelled from the Moon Watchers, and the remaining ones are all trustworthy people..."

Then, without waiting for Tiral and others to reply, he spoke again and announced a major news!

Just recently he sensed signs of the Moon God awakening!

"Are you sure, Bishop Seediq?" Prince Northen was so excited that he could hardly control himself, and his voice was trembling.

The rest of the nobles and priests were also staring at Seediq, as if they would rush up and tear him to pieces if he uttered a word of no.

"Of course, I'm sure!" Bishop Seediq said firmly, then raised his hand to prove his words with facts, and a faint light immediately appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Divine magic, this is divine magic!" A great noble shouted excitedly with a crazy expression.

Although many people recognized that this was only the simplest level of divine magic - the magic of light, the meaning it represented made everyone ecstatic!

"I knew that the great Moon God would not abandon us!" A devout priest knelt down and cried out.

When the church collapsed and the empire fell, the surviving clergy realized that they had lost the ability to perform divine magic.

This was undoubtedly a very severe blow, which shook the faith of many people and even gave rise to an extremely terrifying speculation: whether the great Moon God had fallen!

Some people could not accept the fact and chose to commit suicide, while others frantically searched for any evidence that the Moon God still existed.

For example, the changes in the moon phases some time ago, and the unusual Sunday that lasted for several months, all became proof that the Moon God has not fallen, but has just fallen into a deep sleep!

The Moon Watcher Organization was therefore established!

However, these evidences are very powerless in the face of the increasingly "dark" reality.

Five years... They have waited for five full years, and now they finally see the light of day!

This ecstasy lasted for several hours without stopping. The excited Prince Northen even proposed to hold a grand celebratory ball, as if he had already seen the victory in advance!

Bishop Sediq had no choice but to speak up and pull everyone back to reality from their illusory victory. "Although the great Moon God has responded to our sincere prayers day and night, the end of the world is not over yet. We have not done enough, and the Lord's test is still going on!"

"What else do we need to do to pass the Lord's test?" Tiral asked hurriedly.

"Do what we should do, and the Lord will judge all the consequences!" Bishop Seediq said simply and clearly, and then changed the subject and asked what they had done for the Lord in the past three months.

Inspired by the imminent revival of the Moon Goddess, the nobles present immediately boasted about how many people they had secretly won over and how much crucial information they had obtained in the past few months.

It is precisely based on this point that they never think of themselves as working for evil wizards to make a living, but rather endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, preparing for the counterattack of the Empire and the Church!

Soon it was Tiral's turn to speak. He raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

"After two years of exploration, I have successfully mastered the wizards' technology for making muskets!"

Hearing this, everyone present immediately stood in awe.

Bishop Seediq also showed a look of surprise on his face.

They will never forget that it was this new weapon called musket that defeated the Divine Punishment Cavalry that the empire was so proud of, and even some bishops died miserably under the siege of a large group of musketeers!

"Very good, very good!" Prince Nossen looked at Tiral with red eyes. "As long as you are willing to contribute the blueprints, when the empire is restored, you will be the king of Hadratha!"

A group of nobles looked at Tiral with envy in their eyes. Now the Kingdom of Hadratha is the most prosperous region in the entire empire. Even the former capital of the empire cannot be compared with it!

Bishop Seediq also quickly made the same promise.

Having received the promises of the future emperor and the pope, Tiral handed over the blueprints he had painstakingly drawn, one of the biggest secrets of the wizard-ruled empire, the blueprints for making muskets and bullets...

Chapter 585: Magic Movie Premiere

After learning the good news that the Moon God would soon be resurrected and obtaining the design drawings of the musket, the nobles and priests who had been confused since the collapse of the church and the fall of the empire saw the dawn of hope.

"What we need to do next is to continue to strengthen the Moon Watchers and select believers who still believe in the great Moon God from among those officials, merchants and even civilians... Only more and more devout prayers can let the Lord see our sincerity in repenting!" Bishop Seediq said solemnly.

This is not an easy task, because over the past five years, those cunning wizards have used money, materials, land and other means to bribe and corrupt the faith of the people of the empire.

Fortunately, the thousand-year rule of the Empire and the Church is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. While many civilians have abundant material resources, they are very poor in spirit and long for the great Lord to save them!

Those wizards only conquered these people's bodies but did not truly occupy their hearts. People all miss the grand scene when the nobles and the church ruled the entire continent together!

Therefore, within the empire, there are still many people who secretly worship the Moon God, but they dare not pray openly due to the cruelty and persecution of the wizards!

Tiral and other nobles also echoed Seediq's words, discussing how to build a large musket factory and mobilize the people to oppose the rule of the wizards.

Listening to everyone seriously discussing how to counterattack the Magic Kingdom, a young Imperial Viscount in the corner had a strange look on his face and almost laughed out loud.

Pym is a Viscount of the Empire, but he is also a member of the Dark Guard, responsible for eliminating all threats within the kingdom.

The identity of this nobleman was certainly not false, otherwise he would not have been able to infiltrate the Moon Watchers organization so easily. It's just that Pym had long seen that the Empire and the Church were bound to fail, so he made his bet early and decisively changed sides.

As a price, all hereditary titles and lands were taken away, but the family's wealth was retained. More importantly, the parliament did not restrict anyone from becoming a wizard or learning magic!

With a knowledge reserve far superior to that of ordinary people and the power of the magic network, Pym became a formal wizard very smoothly.

Powerful magic and various novel alchemical creations are all new experiences that you have never been able to enjoy before.

Whether traveling or living, it is a hundred times more comfortable than being a noble!

But human greed is endless. Pym naturally hopes to go one step further and become a great wizard!

This means greater power and longer life, as well as the possibility of entering the core of the parliament!

But Pym knew very well that his knowledge was far from outstanding, and the only thing he could hope for was to gain high enough merit. This was why he gave up his decent and comfortable life and became a secret guard.

[Moon Watchers] are his target, and Pym infiltrates them to find out what shocking conspiracy this group of remnants of the empire are planning.

The result made him extremely disappointed. That's it... That's it? !

Pym was sure that if these people had seen how the Parliament captured the Holy City, they would never have the ridiculous idea of ​​using muskets to organize civilians to counterattack the Magic Kingdom.

It was just because of the need to train troops and the lack of opponents that they used conventional weapons, namely muskets and cannons, when attacking major cities in the empire!

Even so, without the support of the church, the so-called elite of the empire were vulnerable to firearms.

The so-called imperial capital fell after only holding on for three days. This was because they did not let go of the bombing and were worried about hurting civilians.

It seems that such conservatism has led some people to come up with some unrealistic ideas. They think that they can threaten the kingdom by relying on old firearms technology. This is simply a pipe dream!

Pym was extremely disappointed when he realized that this organization was just a bunch of idiots with mental problems who were still immersed in their past fantasies. It seemed that the great achievements he had expected would be in vain.

However, regarding the "awakening" of the Moon God and the church clergy regaining their mastery of divine arts, it is necessary to report it as soon as possible.

The nobles and priests who were discussing loudly had no idea that there was a traitor among them.

A tall and thin nobleman seemed to have suddenly thought of something and hurriedly reminded him. "My Lord Bishop, I heard that those wizards recently created something called a video stone, which is played in a loop throughout the kingdom, defiling the great Lord and promoting the rule of the parliament and wizards!"