The Capital of Holy Light is located on an extremely rich plain in the central and southern part of the mainland, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of hectares.

Here churches are everywhere, the chants are gentle, and the priests in white robes are the residents here.

The Pope Messily III, who looked down at the world in the towering temple of the Holy Mountains, is the well-deserved master here.

In the present where all the gods fell and their wills did not exist, it is a symbol of world faith in the true sense, and a real kingdom of gods on earth.

"All my master's eyes are in the Kingdom of God!" With thousands of years of efforts of the Holy Light Church, this moment turned into reality!

In today's glorious temple of the City of Holy Light, one more glorious archbishop, the epic knight and other great masters who are quite level 5 in the infinite world came from all directions.

On them, the magnificent milky white holy lights rose into the sky with their will.

An inexplicably lofty will in the distant sky echoes each other. During this period, it shines through the galaxy and shakes the holy mountains, and there are even silent sings filling the world, which makes people intoxicated.

In this place where the gods have blessed, all members of the Holy Light Cult will be silently promoted to the first level.

This is the case for many priests underground who are like ants. This is the case for the archbishops who control the fundamental powers and beliefs of the mainland.

And the great pope who has been sitting upright on the temple master's seat, right below the statue of the great Lord of the Holy Light, will never be seen in depth and shall be surrounded by a crystal clear halo, like a god Messily III, even more so!

It is precisely because of this kind of foundation and strength that they can take the initiative on the mainland and always suppress the three kingdoms on the mainland, so that even with many magical blood descendants, they are unable to fight.

"Popular Crown, this is the beginning and end of the Battle of Richard's Great City. After the blasphemer Cobel completely disappeared, the rebel Charle of the Holy Light did not know how to escape the lock of the Holy Light's Heavenly Punishment, and directly collapsed a wall and ran away. We couldn't chase him and didn't see him at all."

In the hall, Archbishop Dick, who was leading this incident, stood here with a snow-white face, trying hard to cheer up while constantly telling the whole story, and not letting them lose their subjective consciousness.

"If you say so, you have already calculated everything and hope to catch a big fish.

But first, the kingdom's special envoy, the legitimate grandson of the collapsed grand duke, was present to watch the ceremony.

Then another young man holding a magic weapon that was suspected to be my master, came directly to disrupt the situation.

You completely disrupt your plans, so that's how it turned out to be like this?"

"Yes, Lord Oman. The situation on the court has changed and it is impossible to grasp it at all.

If Frank hadn't been present, we had already made the method of burying the entire giant city with everyone in the city. Just keep it aside, we could make everything return to its original state.

It's just a pity."

Dick's face was calm at this moment, and he didn't feel anything wrong with what he said.

And the other brilliant Archbishops and Epic Knights were even more unresponsive, just as if the tens of thousands of people in Richard City were just a set of ordinary numbers.

"It's a pity indeed."

An old man in gray-haired and black robe nodded in agreement.

"But the blood descendants of the Duke of Destroyed have passed down from generation to generation. If we leave his grandson there, the madman will definitely fight for us.

Our plan is just beginning, and we must not let these old guys discover it at this time.

My Lord’s major affairs must not be destroyed by these defective products.

Dick, you did a good job. The blasphemer, the Holy Light, ran away, and we have the opportunity to catch them again in the future. No shortage of this time."

"It's just the magical artifact left by my Lord on earth that Dick mentioned is truly interesting.

Dick, you are simulating the style of that artifact.

Let's take a look together and see if it is my master's artifact.

After all, the world was born for many years.

Before my Lord, there were many false gods who called themselves the God of Light, the God of Dawn, and the God of Sun. If they were left behind, the weapon of the false god would also have part of the authority of my Lord.

It is also completely possible to mistake those shameless and false gods' objects as my master's artifacts.

My Lord is Wan Yi, how can he be blasphemed by these false gods?"

Another white-haired priest was constantly rubbing the orb of light in his hand. While shining and reflecting the seven-colored light, he also opened his two black eye sockets and said with great disdain.

This is the only divination master in the entire Holy Light Church, and even the continent, so his every word and action has the ability to see through fate.

Many times it represents the will of the Holy Light Church itself.

"Master Kang Hong. As you wish."

Even though Dick's face was full of fatigue at this time, he closed his blood-covered eyes again and twitched slightly under his hooked nose.

In an instant, the divine light at the point between his eyebrows emitted light at the same time.

Under the light, a ray of the divine sword had been taken out by him. In a blink of an eye, a sword shadow turned from virtual to reality, and it had been condensed by the holy light into the limit and fell on his hand.

"Huh? This is??"

"Impossible, how could there be such a holy light in this world!"

"My Lord is above, when will the light and authority of my Lord be stolen?"

In an instant, everyone present jumped off the seat in surprise.

Even the contemporary pope who had been silent from the beginning also shook his body and almost stopped stabilizing his divine light.

"What's going on!! How can the essence of this divine sword be far higher than the essence of my Lord's holy light! What's wrong with this!

Master Kang Hong was like a normal person at this time. He staggered in just a few steps and had already walked to Dick.

A phantom of the magic sword was pulled in his hand, and he took out his own pearl of light in his mind.

There was a connection between that little aura and wanted to know the specific situation of this artifact through divination.

"Ah--" Suddenly, Master Kang Hong let out a cry of pain like a night owl.

"God, who is this? This is light...why are it all light...ah--no, no, we are all wrong!!"

In the sockets of his eyes, there was a deep smell of fishy blood flowing out from here. From a distance, he looked like a monster!

"Pope, hurry up and break the phantom of this artifact. Something is going to come out!"

At the height of Master Kang Hong's voice, the Pope Messily III suddenly appeared in front of him.

The holy light stretched out with one hand and wrapped the divine sword in a blink of an eye. A large piece of it collapsed invisibly in the temple.

"A arrogant and stupid mortal. Who allows you to see the secrets of the Lord Yamato? What qualifications are you to explore the secrets of the Lord!!

Under my lord, I will give you equal death in the name of the angel of death!”

There was no image, no fluctuation of the energy of the gods. With a sigh, a faint angel wing passed by the temple.

It was in everyone's eyes that Master Kang Hong's wailing stopped abruptly, and fell to the ground with a thud and lost its vitality.

"Sir, what should we do now? Which god is this god who avenged death?"

"Today's incident, I will completely block the news. Anyone who dares to tell me, there will definitely be his position on the stolen rack. Do you understand?"

Messily III held his right hand tightly, trying not to let people here see the sword marks that were visible to his right hand. He couldn't help but shouted sternly.

"It's the Pope's crown! We know."

“In addition, we have also begun to speed up the progress of our Lord’s plan.

The continent is so huge, how could it be that there is no life thing! And, at all costs, find the owner of the artifact, find him, catch him, and then kill him!!"

"Yes, your will! The Pope's crown"...

at the same time

"Ah, Ah, snee."

"What's wrong, my little friend Quidra. Have you caught a cold recently?"

"No, my nose is a little itchy. I guess someone is thinking that I'm sure I'll say it right."

In a large secret room with extremely strict protection, Master Cober, who had already cultivated his spirit, brought Quidra and several other alchemists here with an excited look on his face. He was able to lift the oil-based cloth.

"Everyone is here to take a look. This is the struggle of several generations of our alchemist. Today it was finally completed in my hands!"

"Puff-" Quidra just glanced lightly, and immediately a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. He directly made a tremolo incoherent voice.

"My God, this brother is really wronged to be on the stolen siege. Is he going to go against the will of heaven?!"

"I don't know whether he is against the will of heaven or not. But I know that this naivety is going to change."
Chapter completed!