Chapter 546 Broken Sword (IV)

March of the fifth year.

After the situation stabilized, the first thing the Vatican Expeditionary Force did was to start construction.

The soldiers cut down all the trees within a kilometer of the teleportation site and turned them into houses. These houses were prepared for the "noble-priest" class who had already arrived, and for the Vatican staff who were about to arrive through the teleportation gate.

The lords made contributions in the civil engineering work and provided a batch of qualified marble materials.

The soldiers who changed their swords into hammers built a church with the stones provided by the lords, and also built a house for the high-ranking priests of the Vatican with snow-white marble.

In the sun, this area provided for the high-ranking priests to live in looked like a snowflake falling on the ground, shining white.

Zhou Quan and other lords who surrendered to the Church never thought that their greatest contribution to the Church was to provide stone materials. The credit for leading them to break through the fortress was not as great as providing building materials.

Leading the Chinese army to attack other lords' fortresses was just icing on the cake, while providing the Church with the necessary materials was like sending charcoal after snow.

For this reason, the clergy who looked up to the top were even willing to recognize the existence of the lords.

There were also many voices discussing the lords.

The trapping towers set up on the border operated very smoothly. Each trapping tower could provide the Church with several units of floating stones and rare biological materials every day. It was very manpower-saving to let the lords who would not die to carry out hunting.

Everything was moving towards a better direction.

This world has too many resources, just like a cream cake on the table.

They only need to reach out a little bit to get a sum of resources that can be obtained in other worlds in several years.

As the development work progressed, neither the highest-level priests nor the lowest-level soldiers raised any objections to the war domain paladin who led the team.

The harvest obtained from the expedition was enough to fill everyone's pockets.

The installation and construction of the portal was orderly, and everyone could see the little growth of the 100-meter-high tower. The portal did not mean that the view must be a "door".

It was just a channel connecting the two worlds.

They even hoped that the speed of the portal construction could be slower, so that they could get more gold from this world into their own pockets.

Zhou Quan looked at himself in the mirror, and the man in the red and white robe was in high spirits.

Tonight, in order to celebrate the smooth development of the Holy See, the Holy Warriors took the lead in hosting a banquet for the ruling class to celebrate their success so far.

They said that the eve of the portal opening was the most relaxing and relaxed time for them.

One work was completed, and the other work had not yet begun.

When the portal opened, not only the reinforcements from the main world arrived, but also the work from the main world.

"Let us thank God for giving us this world!" A priest raised his glass.

People wearing the same robes and different emblems around him also raised their glasses with him.

They exchanged cups, celebrating their own victories and discussing the transformation plan for this continent.

Zhou Quan did not want to participate in their celebration. He was not like some lords who could quickly integrate into the circle of the Holy See. Some lords with many people could perform their duties because of the large number of people... and had more time to participate in the private salons of the priests.

"Old Zhou, let's get to know each other..."

He declined the invitations of several lords who were mixed with the priests, and continued to look for familiar figures at the party.

In the intoxicating salon, many lords have never been exposed to such a sacred and extravagant gathering.

I don't know if the people of the Holy See have discovered something. They will focus on winning over one of these multi-lords, and then strengthen his ability to give him more say.

Templar Ian leaned on the relief stone pillar on the second floor of the banquet hall, looking indifferently at Zhou Quan walking on the dance floor, turned his head and said to Theresa beside him: "Your hound is looking for you."

"Let him look for a while, it's really tiring to deal with these people every day." Theresa curled her lips and stretched her proud figure: "But there is no way, some advantages are innate...ah, I learned a new word from them, appearance is justice."

"I think it's interesting to get along with them, they are not the same as us." Ian said: "The world portal should be able to communicate with the main world at this stage? The decision of the paladin is right, this world is wrong."

Too quiet.

They have been in this world for four months.

No one tried to communicate with them, no diplomats appeared, and nothing matched the situation of other worlds they had contacted.

This abnormality made everyone uncomfortable, like you had prepared a punch for a long time and hit cotton.

"The paladins have connected with the main world through the resonance tower, and our support will arrive soon. No matter what they are doing, they can't stop us." Theresa said, "They are really strange. I really want to see the diplomats sent by these indigenous countries begging for mercy from us."

Then appreciate their expressions after their begging for mercy was rejected.

This is not the first time that the Hound Sisters and the Templars have set out with the army. As the Holy See and the sharpest blade of the empire, they belong to the field of war and have been thrown into different battlefields again and again.

"God-given land." Theresa turned the wine glass in her hand: "The oracle obtained by His Holiness the Pope, this is God-given land... Maybe this quietness is the encouragement of God for us to spread the doctrine diligently?"

Templar Ian looked up at the relief on the ceiling of the banquet hall, where an angel with a blue halo nailed a demon with a red halo to the ground, and then looked at the priests toasting each other in the underground dance floor.

Just as justice will defeat evil, they will always win.

They are justice.

Are they?

"Ian, no matter what, our names will be recorded in the history of the Holy See. The last oracle of the God-given Land was six hundred years ago. Except for the "things" in the old house, the holy warriors may not have seen the God-given Land."

Our names will be recorded in the history books, which is a higher honor than rank.

Theresa clasped her hands together, as if praying.

So, we must learn to accept the abnormality here.

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