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Chapter 568: 448, Desert Death God_1
Chapter 568: 448, Desert Death God_1
Chapter 568: Chapter 448, Desert Death God_1
Hubert, along with a group of guards, made his way directly to the temple via the street.
There were many pedestrians on the street, who gave way when they saw Hubert’s large entourage.
They ascended the stone steps.
And directly entered the temple.
However, upon seeing that only the statue of the Goddess of Harvest was on the high platform, and that the statue of the God of Light had been moved to a side,
Hubert’s eyebrows immediately furrowed.
He was not a devout believer, but the church still held an important position in the human federation.
Moreover, the church was a member of the upper house with considerable decision-making power.
It exerted a great influence, and establishments for the God of Light were set up in every city.
But the statue in Lyss City was replaced by the new City Lord after his succession.
Hubert had to associate these two issues.
Hubert stopped an assistant priest who was passing by and asked, ” What happened to the statue?”
The assistant priest glanced at Hubert and his guards, and explained, “The statue of the God of Light was damaged a while ago, and we are waiting for a craftsman to repair it!”
“Damaged? When did this happen?”
“Just a few days ago.” The assistant priest replied.
Hubert’s brows furrowed even more.
It seemed that something was really happening to the church, otherwise, they would not have sent him a message through the sound-transmitting shell to investigate the situation here in the temple.
Hubert didn’t make a fuss, nor did he meet the priests here.
Instead, he remembered everything he saw.
When the time came, he would pass on what he saw and heard to the church. What the church would do then had nothing to do with him.
Hubert left the temple with his men.
Without even waiting for Rebecca and the others to send him off, he hurriedly left the city.
In the carriage, he sent off a message using his sound-transmitting shell after leaving.
Looking at the scene outside, he revealed a smile.
“Having offended both the Marshall consortium and the church, Rebecca, even with your great capabilities, you will have to step down from this position.”
…
After Hubert and the others departed.
Fang Hao immediately received the news returned by the cranial rat.
Indeed, Hubert’s actions were questionable.
But the person had already left, and he seemed to have not caused any danger, so it was considered over.
In the following days, Fang Hao quietly enjoyed his comfortable lord life.
All the subordinate cities and villages built underground drainage systems.
The next day after Hubert left, Lyss City’s temple also added a statue of the king.
The assistant priests began to introduce some of the king’s blessings.
Time passed and five days later.
Inside the Lord’s Mansion in the main city.
Fang Hao stood in front of the window, watching the heavy rain outside the window.
This rain had been going on for three days, and the sky was still filled with dark clouds, with no sign of the sun.
A lot of lords were cursely complaining about the terrible weather daily on the channel.
“Has the sky sprung a leak? How many days has it been raining, and it’s still not stopping.”
“The whole sky is black, it couldn’t be something like Cthulhu coming, could it?”
“We all migrated, so if something we don’t understand pops up, it’s all pretty normal, right…”
“Normal your sister, if you say it again, I’ll pee on you.”
“Fuck, my city is in a low area, and it’s all flooded now. I and the residents are hiding on the second floor. If it keeps raining for three more days, I can make floating bladders.”
“Cough cough! Selling fishing boats, just give me five units of rare resources, and you can get an exclusive fishing boat. Limited quantity, first come first served.”
“Damn, you upstairs are doing it on purpose, selling boats at this time.”
“Hey! The residential buildings in my territory were washed away by the rain, and now the loyalty points of the residents are dropping like crazy, what should I do? You are not suggesting that I will kill me as a sacrifice to heaven, are you?”
“Sacrifice to heaven? Yes, yes, isn’t there a god in this world who controls the rain? If anyone has one in their territory, please pray a bit, don’t let it rain anymore.”
“Are you referring to the god of thunder, or the Dragon King?”
“Stop it, brother who’s selling boats, could you make it cheaper?”
“Sorry, it’s sold out. Wait for me to collect materials to build you one….”
“….”
This heavy rain had been going on for a long time.
Food and basic resources, which were once in surplus, began to be in demand again.
Many territories began to brave the rain to repair damaged buildings. Gathering stopped, and all materials had to be purchased from the channel.
On Fang Hao’s side, because of the construction of the underground drainage system, there wasn’t much water accumulated in the city.
However, Fang Hao was worried that the rainy season would cause many avoidable consequences for the skeleton and undead army.
After all, ‘anti-corrosion wind drying’ was a step in the work of the mortuary priests for the skeleton soldiers.
It could be seen that maintaining a dry state was beneficial to the skeleton soldiers.
“Sir, everything is ready.” Outside the door, the stone-featured guard stood in the rain and spoke.
“Hmm.”
Fang Hao put on a leather rain cape and walked out with large strides.
Large raindrops fell, akin to pebbles being poured from the sky.
Patteringly landing on the body.
He braved the heavy rain all the way and went straight out of the city.
Outside the city, Fang Hao had set up a troop hiding cave.
Apart from the soldiers who patrolled daily, all the other soldiers stationed in the main city were all placed in the troop hiding cave.
The Troop Hiding Cave was a special building with a perfect drainage system inside.
Although it was built underground, the entrance was above the ground, and there was a drainage outlet inside, which could greatly reduce the degree to which the undead were drenched by the rain.
But even so, the entire space was still damp.
If he wanted to rely on mortuary priests to deal with these hundreds of thousands of soldiers in front of him, it was clear that the workload would be too huge.