Chapter 563: War on the Storm Church

Chapter 563: War on the Storm Church

The noisy discussion lasted for a long time until there was a loud noise outside the church and lightning flashed. They stopped talking and sat down respectfully. As for the cardinals who could only participate in the meeting remotely and could not come to the Storm Abyss, they all shut up at this moment.

Pope Gad II raised his eyelids slightly, opened his eyes that were like lightning, scanned the surroundings, and slowly said: "Where did you discuss just now?"

"We are discussing how to wipe out this group of pirates who are seeking their own death."

"So do you have any good suggestions?" Still in a slow tone.

"Mobilize the storm believers and troops from all over the country to directly face the pirates and start a cleanup!"

Gad II glanced at the cardinal who dared to speak, his eyes narrowed, "Very good suggestions, then you can mobilize the army to fight."

"This... I am afraid I am not capable of doing it yet. Anyone here is more qualified than me." The cardinal was frightened and his face turned pale, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

"Don't you want to sacrifice yourself for the Storm?"

The tone of voice, neither light nor heavy, created a great sense of oppression at this moment, making the relatively young cardinal feel as if he was in the center of a storm.

"I am willing. Thanks to the Pope's appreciation, I will..."

Before he finished his words, Pope Gad II's sharp eyes shot straight at him, "What will you do? What can you do!"

"Do you know how many of the garrisons in various places are believers of the Storm?"

"Do you know how many troops they each have in their hands?"

"Do you know how many middle-level officers belonging to Storm believers have been assassinated during this period?"

"Do you know how many troops the Kingdom of Loen still has for you to draw from?"

"You know? What do you know? A bunch of useless things!"

Pope Gad II scolded all the cardinals attending the meeting with an angry and accusatory tone.

The young cardinal who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack was limp at this moment, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept oozing out of his pale cheeks. If his hands had not just been supported on the round table of the conference, he would have collapsed on the ground and turned into a ball of mud.

"No one is talking anymore? Weren't you arguing very intensely just now?"

Gade II glanced at them coldly and said with a chuckle: "Who of you will solve the problem of where the army comes from?"

"Who of you will take the head of the pirate king and bring it back to the Lord to accept the punishment of the storm?"

"Who of you will deal with Bernadette of the Star Sea Kingdom?"

The entire meeting fell silent immediately, and no one dared to make noise as they did just now.

Gade II closed his eyes like thunder and stopped talking, making the entire meeting even quieter.

The Storm Church and the Kingdom of Loen have a complementary relationship. Although the Storm Church has its own naval army, the number is not too large.

Generally speaking, the Storm Church acts together with the army of the Kingdom of Loen.

At present, the army of the Feysac Empire has not been withdrawn yet, and some troops are needed to support the Kingdom of Feynapotter. In order to prevent the attack of the southern continent, the coastal areas also need troops to defend.

There are not many troops that can really be left for the Storm Church.

In addition, the officers of the Storm believers have been assassinated one after another during this period of time, which further weakened the influence of the Storm Church in the army.

That pirate king is comparable to an angel king, and only God can deal with him.

Bernadette from the Star Sea Kingdom has reliable information that he has been promoted to Sequence 2 and is a sage, and he is also a believer of the stars.

The situation is already so serious, but in the mouths of these fat cardinals, they are just some inferior pirates, and they are all wiped out.

Once they are asked to do something, they are stupider than the other, and they are simply stupid!

Pope Gad II suppressed his anger and irritability and spoke again: "No matter what measures you take, you are not allowed to let them cross Pasu Island and disturb the peace of the gods."

...

About fifty nautical miles away from Pasu Island, a number of pirate ships with no specific shape appeared on the sea, some large and some small, and arranged in different neat and orderly ways.

It was a mess, and sometimes there would be curses when the two ships accidentally collided with each other, and some would even take out pistols, hold short knives and rapiers and wave them at each other to show off their military power.

The pirates nearby acted as onlookers, whistling in various ways to cheer for the fun.

In the center of this pirate ship, there was an exceptionally majestic flagship, the Death Announcement of the Undead King Garitu.

On the deck of the Death Announcement, the young pirate king High Dimension Overlooker was inspecting his fleet. Although it was a little disappointing, it was more powerful in numbers.

Anyway, He didn't expect this group of pirates to make any outstanding contributions. As long as they rushed and plundered together when the Storm Church couldn't hold on, it would be fine.

On the side, the former Undead King Garitu was trembling with fear.

When the sea was about to be in chaos, he chose a very secret place to hide, but he didn't expect to be pulled out by this terrible young man, who not only confiscated his Death Announcement, but also forcibly subdued him as a younger brother.

"What do you think the people in the Storm Church are doing now?"

The High Dimension Overlooker casually asked the question, causing Garitu to tremble slightly. He quickly replied, "They must have deployed heavy troops near Pasu Island to stop us at the outskirts of the Storm Abyss."

"Then how do you think we should capture the Storm Abyss?"

Conquer the Storm Abyss?

This is simply a matter of life and death!

Garitu's mouth twitched slightly. How could he know how to conquer the Storm Abyss!

He didn't even dare to think about it in his dreams.

On weekdays, he didn't even dare to approach the vicinity of Pasu Island, let alone the Storm Abyss.

As for conquering the Storm Abyss... he didn't have the courage and strength to fight against the gods.

Garitu stammered and couldn't speak, and sweat ran down his forehead in anxiety.

The High Dimensional Overlooker retracted his gaze from patrolling the fleet, and looked at Garitu with a smile, "If you continue to be so useless, I don't know how big a heart I should have to spare your life."

"With your great power, one person is enough to overthrow the entire Storm Church and fill the entire Storm Abyss. Why do you need my meager and tiny advice?"

"You are good at talking. The reason you made up is not bad."

The High Dimensional Overlooker was about to continue to knock on the Undead King to prevent him from always wanting to hide. At this time, a fleet from the Star Sea Kingdom slowly came.

Compared with these scattered soldiers under the High Dimensional Overlooker, the fleet of the Star Sea Kingdom seemed particularly neat, and the flags fluttering in the wind were the pattern of the starry sky and the sea, which was the symbol of the Star Sea Kingdom.

In addition to the fleet of the Star Sea Kingdom itself, there was also a fleet donated by the South Continent.

The two sides successfully met at Pasu Island, which was a historic moment.

Because today, the pirates will show their weapons to the Storm Church, which has ruled the entire sea for hundreds of years, or even longer!

"No more oppression from the Storm Church!"

"Fight for freedom!"

"Burn down all the Storm Churches!"

The shouts from the pirates directly saved the steps of mobilizing morale before the war.

"Rob all the nuns of the Storm Church!"

I don't know which pirate started it, but soon the unified shouts became weird.

"Press the bishop of the Storm Church under you and ravage him!"

"Throw the Storm Crown on the Pope of the Storm Church into the dirty cesspool!"

"Fill up the Storm Abyss with our urine!"

Listening to these shouts that gradually deviated, the high-dimensional overlooker laughed a few times and shouted: "Press the bastard of the Storm Lord to death in the toilet!"

"..."

The originally high-spirited shouts paused for a moment at this moment. No one dared to blaspheme the gods directly, even if they were about to burn down the gods' churches on earth.

Soon, new shouts broke the silence of the High Dimension Overlooker.

Garitu stood by, looking extremely unnatural. He dared not laugh, otherwise his head would definitely arrive at Pasu Island before his body.

"Storm Lord, what a great pressure." The High Dimension Overlooker chuckled, patted Garitu on the shoulder, and smiled: "Come on, shout it too."

"..." Garitu showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and shouted with gritted teeth: "Press the Storm Lord, that bitch-raised bastard, to death in the toilet!"

"Very good."

The High Dimension Overlooker nodded with satisfaction, then restrained his smile, looked ahead, and said calmly: "Let's start the war."