Eastern Kingdoms, capital of Rensenburg.

In the elegant palace tea room, General Howell was drinking alone, and no one was around. Even the guards responsible for guarding this place quietly retreated to a safe enough distance. It is said that after the old king was assassinated, General Howell was heartbroken. This was his way of relieving sadness every day.

At this turbulent juncture, no one dares to anger this powerful general.

In the tea room, Howell sat quietly for a long time, and suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Several virtual figures flashed across other locations in the tea room. Although the figures could not see the specific shapes clearly, they could make stable and clear sounds.

Including Howell, there were six people in total. There were seven seat cushions prepared in advance in the tea room.

"Quelras succeeded."

Someone said, "But I am still worried, will the Frost Giant really return? Is the goddess really blinded by us? Our plan..."

Howell put down the teacup and said calmly:

"Everyone, why did we set up the Blue Clothing Sect?"

The other five people were silent.

"For freedom." Someone said this, but it sounded a bit reluctant.

"For the sake of strength." Some people also bluntly said: "The doctrine of Messaila is not in line with the interests of the development of the kingdom, and it also goes against our purpose of strengthening our strength. The Church of the Ice Goddess is gradually eroding the secular authority of the Eastern Kingdoms. The so-called divine will is becoming more and more like a joke. Do you know whether those gods care about what happens in the Northern Continent..."

Everyone expressed their opinions.

At the end, Howell smiled:

"It seems that everyone has their own ideas, which is normal. As long as we have common interests, we can sit down and cooperate well. This time, the Blue Clothes Teaching is our perfect masterpiece."

"No matter how the Ice and Snow Goddess responds, whether Quelras succeeds or not, whether the Frost Giant returns or not... it doesn't matter anymore. What's important is that we have succeeded. We are a great team. Let's see who we have!"

"Mr. Quelras, he is a very smart and cruel man. He can sacrifice everything for the revival of the Kutlins; in terms of the establishment of the Blue Clan, although he has not done much effort due to the hiding of his identity, his existence is the reason why the Blue Clan must be established."

"Mr. Stendhal, the lord of Xueyuan City, debuted as a genius young man in the military department, but he was refrigerated for many years only because he violated the interests of a powerful man. It was not until he was sent to Xueyuan City that he showed his true talent. Compared with the 18th-level swordsman, what is more valuable is his political mind and military talent."

"Ms. Xincuila, a famous lady in Rensenburg, everyone thinks you are just a slut who is nostalgic for the world of fame and fortune, but they don't know that the information you have mastered over the years is enough to subvert most of the Eastern Kingdoms. The gathering of us is almost impossible without the interlude of Ms. Xincuila. In addition, you also have the most outstanding death soldiers' legion in the Eastern Kingdoms. It is amazing."

"Mr. Nubia..."

...

Howell praised his six partners. These six people are quite famous throughout the Northern Continent, but now they are reunited for some reason and secretly contribute to a certain purpose.

The Blue Clothes Sect is just their first work.

"As for myself, I'm just a nameless man with some ambitions." Howell smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "But it doesn't matter. I'm very confident in our career. I think everything is well developed and on the right track."

“As I said before, we have succeeded.”

"All the obstacles have been cleared, and all we need now is to wait quietly and wait for the war to break out."

"Perhaps some people will worry that a civil war that lasts too long will affect the national strength of the Eastern Kingdoms. To be honest, I don't think so. I think that only by experiencing bloodshed can we awaken the bloodline of the North. We have been silent for too long and numb for too long under false peace."

"We almost forgot that outside the border line in the north, there is a country waiting for us to conquer!"

"Our soldiers once drank the jungle of Aefalia. If it weren't for the so-called divine will, we had already stepped on the entire Aefalia secret realm! And the most ridiculous thing is that the one who initiated the war was the divine will of the church; they were also the ones who ended the war."

“It’s time for us to make our own decisions.”

Speaking of this, Howell silently changed the tea in the teacup to bright red wine.

He raised his glass high and said solemnly:

"For the Kingdom of Rhine."

"For the Northern Expedition."

The other five people followed and chanted in a low voice.

A snap.

The virtual image disappeared, Howell seemed to have sipped the red wine in his hand a little tiredly, and finally sighed softly:

"For Caesar."

...

The Frost Giant's Sleeping Palace, the Kingdom of God is within reach.

In front of the Dark Moon Son, Quelras did not hide his trump card, but instead revealed all the secrets in one go!

The devout faces of the Blue Clothing Sect represent the power of faith ignited by the bear.

These powers of faith will turn into the purest divine fire, ignite the divine nature of the Frost Giant, and with a certain ritual cooperation, Quelrath is really possible to resurrect the Frost Giant.

What's even more terrifying is that Quelras' clever arrangement allowed the believers of the Blue Clothing Sect to get involved in the goddess camp.

This will lead to a very extreme phenomenon that the power of faith of the Ice Goddess Messella will be seriously tainted.

After the Frost Giant is reborn, it is very likely that he will be born directly in the Kingdom of the Ice and Snow Goddess!

At that time, it is hard to say whether the goddess will give the order to expel guests or the frost giant will occupy the magpie's nest.

"Mr. Quelras...is really amazing."

The son of Dark Moon not only did not become angry, but instead showed a modest and studious look.

He sighed and scratched his head: "You are right. I just don't have a good brain and often can't plot against others, so I haven't been a god for a long time..."

Quelras seemed to know the son of Dark Moon very well. After confirming that he did not have the chance to obtain the divine character, this guy basically would not attack like everyone else.

In this way, he would have no enemies in the Frost Giant's bedroom and could concentrate on the resurrection of the Frost Giant.

Quelras is in a bad state now.

He is not a god, he is just a descendant of the blood of the Frost Giant. The Kingdom of God was forcibly supported by him by burning the divine blood.

The Dark Moon Son had actually seen this a long time ago, but he admired Quelras very much and was willing to sacrifice himself in order to revive his ancestors.

However, it can be seen from the years when he endured humiliation and planted in the Ice and Snow Goddess Church that the resurrection of the Frost Giant may be the only obsession of this descendant of Atsam.

This is the only reason for him to live. As long as he can see the birth of that scene before he dies, he will definitely leave happily.

The more I think about it, the more I admire it, the more sad I feel: I am a newborn of an ancient god, why don’t I have such a reliable descendant? Not to mention that I have no descendants, it is not so reliable to even find a smart guardian who looks very clever.

The Dark Moon Son felt so uncomfortable that he almost cried.

He put away the kingdom of God on the ground and quietly observed the operation of Deguellas.

He has a learning mentality. Now he learns more and has the opportunity to become a god in the future so that he can avoid making embarrassing operations.

“I don’t have much time.”

"After the emergence of the Kingdom of God, I can no longer hide the eyes of Messaila."

"Please wake up, the great frost giant!"

Quelras held the pebbles above his head and began to recite a series of ancient and complex mantras.

The Kingdom of God is shrinking at a distance, but the power of faith that emerged from the Blue Clothing Sect that emerged in the Kingdom of God is becoming more and more surging!

Not only the Blue Clothing Sect, but those Kutlins who believed in Frost Giant and Atsam also seemed to be inspired by Quelras and began to involuntarily recite the Frost Giant's real name.

At that moment, a blue glow appeared in the sky throughout the northern part of the world!

Quelras's body began to burn.

A large amount of faith power poured into the pebbles, and the divine fire became more and more intense. Finally, the pebbles began to melt and turned into a pool of almost gluey things.

It evaporated up and down in the divine fire, pulled and changed in the spell of Quelras, and gradually formed in the memory and silent recitation of the Kutlin people... it was an extremely rough face.

The pale yellow face blew out of the pebbles, and from the beginning the mist turned into a ghostly figure.

There was also a gas that appeared with him that was similar in color but different in shape.

Two spiritual bodies, one big and one small, appeared in the Kingdom of God at a glance.

Quelras' eyes were filled with tears.

Even at this moment, his legs were burned to pieces, and the divine fire had already ignited his ankles!

His divinity is not enough to support him to enter the Kingdom of God, even in the temporary transcendent realm of the Kingdom of God.

But he was still ecstatic.

Because he finally met these two men he had promised to fight for for the rest of his life.

He did it!

Frost Giant.

Hero Atsam.

"Great God Frost Giant!"

"Dear hero Atsam!"

"Your blood descendant, Quelras, is here to call on your obedience, please resurrect and resurrect in my kingdom of God..."

Quelras shouted the last spell tremblingly.

At that moment, the two spiritual bodies suddenly trembled.
To be continued...