Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

The Dark Night Holy Court gathered in the dream as usual and started a new round of meetings.

The Pope of the Lord of the Morning Star pulled Garcia in again this time, but Garcia's condition seemed to be much better recently. He was no longer like before, as if he was still drunk when he was pulled into the dream.

However, the Pope did not care much about this. After all, Garcia has been becoming more and more pious recently, and even more and more like a true believer.

This time, the old Pope is considering whether to formally incorporate Garcia into the church.

Today, the dream of the Dark Night Holy Court has become more and more real, so much so that when the old Pope is distracted, he can't even tell whether he is dreaming or attending a meeting in reality.

Perhaps it was this sense of reality that made the Pope more and more sleepy even in his dreams.

After a short nap, the Pope immediately woke up and saw that the cardinals were discussing something enthusiastically. At first, the old pope was very pleased that these cardinals could find a way out even if he was not there. However, when he looked at the surrounding environment again, the old pope instantly felt a sense of incongruity.

There is no anthropomorphic image of the Lord of the Morning Star, but why did the old Pope see a human image through the reflection of the glass just now?

Listening to the cardinals talking about something he could not understand at all, this battle-hardened pope who had escaped the persecution of the Dragon Church felt his heart beating violently in this dream.

Dongdong~dongdong~

Feeling his own heartbeats, sitting beside the long table that symbolized the power and glory of the Lord of the Morning Star, the old Pope slowly turned his head amid the noisy discussions of the crowd.

I saw a compassionate female statue standing in the middle of this magnificent church behind me, and the statue was looking at me with a slightly pitying expression.

This can't be the Lord of the Morning Star!

At this moment, the old Pope felt that something in front of his eyes had broken, and some fog had been penetrated.

The old Pope turned around and found that the cardinals who had been discussing something heatedly had stopped arguing and turned back tacitly, staring at the old Pope.

"Did you notice?"

Levian asked first through the mask.

"You finally found it?"

The other cardinals also asked.

"You, who are you?"

The old Pope finally squeezed out these words from his dry throat.

"Your Majesty, we are the cardinals appointed by you, don't you remember?"

Hearing what Levian said, the old Pope was almost soaked in cold sweat.

Yes, I appointed these cardinals and replaced them one by one during this period of time. I should be very clear about it, but why is my memory so vague when I think back on it again?

Looking at the silent cardinals, the old Pope kept praying to his God in his heart, but it was obvious that his God did not respond to him.

"I woke up a little faster than expected."

At this moment, a cold female voice sounded from the side.

The old pope then discovered that under the statue of the goddess, there was a nun praying devoutly. The nun turned around and looked at the old pope with a little regret: "If you just keep dreaming, at least you can die without so much pain."

The other cardinals also saluted when they saw the nun, including Garcia who was sitting at the last seat. Everyone's eyes revealed piety and madness.

Looking at these believers, the old Pope finally understood that their piety was not towards the Lord of the Morning Star, but towards the nun, or the god that the nun believed in.

Goddess, the faith of Mu Continent, this information instantly flooded into the old Pope's mind.

Looking at the old pope who was about to say something, Bernice said with a trace of pity: "It's a pity that you woke up at such an unfortunate time. The countries under your control have already escaped from your control and have come into the arms of the goddess."

Bernice came to the Pope of the Dark Night Holy Court with a lantern in hand, and the old Pope felt that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred: "Either you should not have fallen into this beautiful dream in the first place, or you should not have woken up from it. Unfortunately, you chose the most painful one."

The old Pope's figure disappeared in the dream, as if he had never existed.

"Is he dead?"

Garcia asked in a cold tone.

"No, I just kicked him out of the dream and made him wake up. But I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to survive after waking up."

After saying that, the old Pope's chair disappeared and a new chair appeared in its place. After Bernice sat on it, the long table in front of her, which symbolized the Holy Court of Darkness, was replaced by a more solemn and exquisite stone table.

"Okay, let's continue discussing the plan for the remaining three countries to join New Castile."

......

The three countries under the control of the Holy See of Darkness directly joined New Castile, which did not even cause any waves. After all, these three countries were originally puppet states and had long been exploited by the Holy See of Darkness. As long as they controlled those nobles and monks of the Holy See of Darkness, it would be easy to control the remaining three Castiles.

It was just that for the three Castilians, it didn't cause any big waves, but for other countries, especially the Avars, it was a huge storm.

Originally, the Avars were a country cooperating with dragons, and could even be said to be slaves of dragons, but now even the dragons are about to flee. Among the imperial ships that returned to Mu Continent before, many Sauron dragons had followed. Not to mention whether there will be more and more of them in the future, it is basically impossible for the Avars to rely on dragons to protect them.

"That Sean is asking for our territory again."

At the Avar meeting, a leading noble pointed at the map behind him with his cane.

By ceding a part of the territory, they could gain temporary peace and even many advanced handicrafts and luxury goods.

"We'll cede five cities today, ten cities tomorrow, and soon we'll see that group of damn Lars knights have reached our border again!"

Another Avar noble slammed the table angrily, stood up and roared: "Where is your pride as an Avar? Was it so easily destroyed by the imperial artillery?"

"If you keep ceding land like this, the Avars will be destroyed sooner or later, and the empire that joins them will be even worse than Castile, because you can't even keep the name of the Avars!"

Hearing what the noble said, the other Avar nobles also lowered their heads.

"In fact, it's not bad to be incorporated into the Empire."

An Avar noble muttered to himself.

Some people looked helpless and asked, "So what do you say we should do?"

"Prepare your super-level magic for a fight to the death!"

After hearing what this noble said, the other nobles shook their heads and sighed.

"Everyone, let's take a look at the conditions given by the Empire."