Chapter 511: The Change in Kislev

"It seems you are also looking to secure more resources this time."

Yagebu sighed before Duoluomao could finish; the old hand knew exactly what he was going to say—they had failed to hold onto the Assassin. For a figure who had made a name for themselves, it wouldn't take long to rally their followers again, and once the balance of power shifted, they would have to sleep with their heads on the line.

Likewise, he also knew that Sinuoli was not exactly overflowing with manpower or divine power, and it was impossible to have a forest of armored Dwarf armies violently clearing every thorn on their path of proselytizing. As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility; even the Chaos Four Gods, born from the essence of desire, could not attend to everything.

"What other choice is there? Aside from that fellow in Araby, who is having an easier time than anyone else?"

The cabin fell into silence. At the same time, the civil officials handed the compiled casualty reports from the Star Bridge battle to Snuori. One by one, living warriors had turned into a column of names and a column of supplies in a table, many of whom he had heard of back when he was still a Prince.

"What does Theodore Bruckner say? Still insisting on staying here? Very well, let him go to Eight Peaks first; Belegar is currently in need of a strong man capable of integrating the various Human mercenary forces."

After deep exchanges and fighting side-by-side, Sinuoli quite liked this upright and honest Northerner who possessed a keen eye for detail despite his rough exterior. However, his attempt to develop him into an Apostle was rejected; proselytizing on the edge of Chaos in one's homeland was an extremely difficult task, and Bruckner was not the type of person who excelled at compromising.

"He and his men have provided some interesting information; let's wait until the two from Kislev arrive before discussing it further. To dare to pull strings while I am still in this world—do they intend to turn the heavens upside down later?"

In the days that followed, the Apostles arrived one after another. Sinuoli did not meet with them individually right away, instead letting them communicate freely first. This was also a time-saving method; doing the same work meant many problems had commonalities, and by discussing them with each other, they might find solutions without needing to escalate them to him.

The Demigod himself remained in seclusion in a secret chamber, needing to calm his mind to carefully reflect on and comprehend that throw from Khorne which had spanned across realms. Simple, brutal, and infinitely powerful—that was the hallmark of that evil god; the so-called "Great Dao is simple" was nothing more than this.

In the hierarchy of the Warhammer World, the most tyrannical physical attacks belonged to Him. Having used the Storm Hammer for a long time, Sinuoli himself had a high level of understanding of throwing, and being the direct target of the strike had brought him an even more intuitive sensation.

"Like this, and then like this? Perhaps the force could be greater, and more precise."

Time passed bit by bit in long periods of self-reflection and contemplation. When he pushed open the stone chamber door again, Sinuoli felt a great power contained within the flexing of his hands, no longer relying entirely on the Storm Authority and the runes on the Warhammer.

"How many people did they bring? Pick a suitable place and have them wait for me!"

After washing away the dust, Sinuoli arrived at a conference room in the deepest part of the underground of Gaoyuanbao. As he requested, the twelve Apostles were divided into two rows at a long table, with their attendants seated in order behind them.

"Before we begin, drink this cup to the fullest to celebrate that we can reunite in full!"

Looking around, Sinuoli took a deep breath and spoke. From today's perspective, the training provided to the Apostles after their selection was hasty and insufficient; busy with preparations to retake Eight Peaks, the support provided was not as ample or timely as expected.

Under these circumstances, having no personnel losses and successfully spreading the faith, effectively converting it into divine power to nourish himself, showed that his eye for talent was good; each one was firm in will and possessed the ability to meet challenges.

"It is not easy to gather together, but keeping you here too long also delays matters. No more pleasantries; follow the order. Those on the left share your experiences and insights, and those on the right focus on the difficulties."

The Apostles were ranked by the amount of divine power contributed. Suleiman, who had the most, was on Sinuoli's left hand, while sitting opposite him on Sinuoli's right hand was the Apostle of Kislev city, Anduonuofu, who faced the most difficult situation.

Being able to pull up precise reports relied on the system's help. After communicating with the Mother Goddess and his master, he learned that other gods would only have vague perceptions of this, so it was common for them to be deceived by eloquent believers.

"Exalted God, I must lodge a complaint! That bear cub Boris is no good! Not only does he refuse to honor his promise to support you, he has mobilized various forces to stop me from proselytizing!"

The Zunjin Daoshushi had arrived the earliest and had performed half the duties of a host. His achievements and experiences were already known to the Apostles before the meeting, and they all knew they could not imitate him, so they quickly moved on to Anduonuofu's statement.

"The secular nobility led by the Boyar chieftains, his direct secret guards, and the Bingxuenüwu of the House of Frost have all been mobilized. He—he even established something called the Great Orthodoxy!"

"Wait, you said Boris? What about Fulajimier-Boha? I remember him as a fellow with a brain; wouldn't he advise his own good son? Surely he wouldn't cast the prestige of our master and disciple to the back of his mind so quickly?"

"He died in a battle against a Goblin tribe in the eastern part of Kislev city. Haha, do you believe such a joke? Such a wise and courageous king! Rumor has it that Niefuruita of the Silver Pinnacle harmed him to avenge her handmaiden, and Boris, knowing he was no match for that Vampire progenitor, only dared to pick on the soft targets!"

Anduonuofu hammered the table with a loud bang; only in front of Sinuoli could he release the immense pressure he had been under for so long.

"That is truly a pity. Niefuruita is the first Vampire in this world, and as the Queen of Laimiya, the progenitors of other branches were once her servants."

Sinuoli recalled that Kislev noble who hid cunning beneath a rugged exterior. He was bold, meticulous, daring, and skilled at leveraging power; if he could have continued his reign, perhaps he really could have led that kingdom, so often ravaged by Chaos, toward a revival.

"After Fulajimier died, not everyone was a supporter of Boris. To win over religious power, he took the initiative to accept the trial of the Ursun sect—to go deep into the ice fields alone and tame a bear."

"Nonsense! He is the chosen one of Ursun; I witnessed it myself, why would he need to go through the trouble of completing a process? There must have been a biggest, fiercest bear waiting for him. And then, what is that Great Orthodoxy? Does Boris want to take big strides and become a god?"

Anduonuofu was overly emotional, so another Apostle, Tupolev, took over to explain the situation to the Demigod. Having seen the Bear God's blessing upon him under the walls of the Winter Palace, how could Sinuoli, already an expert at manipulating faith, not know the mystery behind it?

"Exalted God, please discern! He did indeed obtain a giant bear named Ershijin and received the position of Dapushou of the Ursun sect. He subsequently threw out the concept of 'Motherland,' integrating the faith of the four native gods. You know the Bear God is already in the best state among them; in the ice and snow, it is said that Daz has already entered the Twilight."

Tupolev chose the Hero City of Praag as his place of residence; being far from the royal court made the influence he was subjected to slightly smaller.