Chapter 592 (1/2)

Chapter 592: An Unexpected Change

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Roland sat in his office while listening to the news from the frontline.

“The drawbridge… beep… of Silver City had been put down… beep… We’re going… beep… to break into the church… beep…”

“Got it, be careful,” Nightingale replied.

“It seems that this is the maximum range of communication.” Roland spread the map, drawing a circle on the position of Silver City. “We should set up a relay station here in order to directly contact the Eastern and Northern Regions.”

He had been obsessed with the feeling of being in complete control of the situation from far away since he had Sigils of Listening. The quick exchange of information seemed to bring him back to modern times. At this moment, he felt like sitting in a command hall, controlling every phase of the war situation.

Just like Tracking Sigil, however, which could not guide accurately beyond its valid range, Sigil of Listening was also limited by distance. The voice would not keep clear and steady if one sigil was too far away from another. To deliver his commands to the whole country, he needed at least one transfer station.

“But the number of sigils isn’t enough. You’ve only made four pairs, and an action like the Tooth Extraction Campaign would need two pairs. It’s not easy to catch a demon twice,” Nightingale said and placed a piece of dried fish between her lips.

Roland noticed this problem, too. As the sigils permitted only one-way information transmission, the witches had to hold two sigils; one for sending the information and the other one for receiving, in order to achieve the effect of an instant message system.

It could be considered extremely efficient compared to a carrier pigeon or human messenger.

According to Agatha, the sigils could be further improved,

Its quality depended on the magic power of the blood mixed during the making process. For example, the effect of Sigil of Listening produced by Anna was better. Given that, mixing her blood with a senior demon’s blood during the process, created a pair of Sigil of Listening that was powerful enough to cover the entire Kingdom of Graycastle.

“Beep… There’s something wrong… Beep… Just wait a minute…”

Sylvie said intermittently. Hearing that by the table, Nightingale and Roland brightened into alert attention.

“Pure witches? Or the moving black holes of magic power?” Nightingale swallowed the piece of dried fish and asked.

They could directly fire at the former, but the latter, which could be believers of the church who wore God’s stones or the God’s Punishment Army who could naturally resist the magic power, were hard to deal with.

“No… Beep… I didn’t see the reaction of… Beep… God’s stones…”

“No God’s stones?” Roland asked, frowning.

“No… There’s nothing… beep… in the church…” The sound paused for a moment. “We… are going in… Beep… The basement is empty…”

Nightingale and Roland looked at each other, speechless, wondering whether the church had escaped or not?

“It’s possible,” said Roland, and chagrined for a while. “I was too cautious.”

As of now, the First Army was the most unstoppable in the country, and no noble was stupid enough to go right into the king’s line of fire, but some might still send secret messages to the church. For the church, it was a natural choice to retreat with all the supplies of the city, thinking there was no chance of winning. Different from the battles which captured Longsong Stronghold and Fallen Dragon Ridge, the nobles probably chose to be onlookers during this war. After he seized Redwater City, the churches in the other cities may have already received messages delivered via pigeons, which noted: “Prince Roland is searching for God’s Stones of Retaliation”.

“If we’d divided the army into three groups to attack the three cities at the same time, we would’ve conquered them all,” said Roland.

“It’s hard to say. After all, only Sylvie can see through the ambushes of the enemies. If one group had encountered powerful pure witches, the troops would have suffered a heavy loss. Your decision wasn’t bad,” Nightingale said lifting a piece of dried fish to his mouth.