Wharton strode in with large strides. Standing there, his divine gaze was like lightning as he looked around the tavern. There was no lack of master level and master level experts in the mercenary stand, and everyone, without exception, lowered their heads guiltily, not daring to meet his gaze.

Hou Meilin's face tightened as he spat out a few words: "Saint realm expert!"

"What?" A Saint realm expert? " Ron was shocked when he heard this.

"This matter is too serious. I didn't expect the Holy Church to send a Saint realm expert to kill me!" Ron clenched his fists, his body shaking violently. His eyes were fixed on the red-robed man, and in the face of the increasing pressure, his beating heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Wharton gently waved his hand, and a chestnut haired man stepped forward with a smile on his face, saying in a clear voice, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Mercenary Tavern, I am the Deputy Commander of the Crusader Army of the Holy Church, Diallo. As for this person, he is the head of the Holy Church, Wharton.

These words were a warning, but in reality, it was a threat. Under the powerful pressure of a Saint realm expert, no one dared to make a move.

However, a huge question arose in the hearts of these mercenaries. Who were they looking for? What kind of person was worthy of a Saint realm expert personally coming out? Furthermore, he had brought the powerful Holy Crusaders and the Royal Griffin Knights with him. These mercenaries were also very curious about his identity.

At this time, a fat meatball slowly emerged from the counter. He seemed rather nervous, and when he arrived in front of Wharton, he forced himself to be calm as he said, "Lord Wharton, I am the owner of the Mercenary Tavern and the Mercenary Tavern …"

"I didn't find you, scram to the side!" Not waiting for Diallo to speak, Wharton said rudely, a hint of displeasure appearing on his face.

"Yes, my lord." The chubby Boss was frightened by Wharton, and cold sweat began to pour out of his forehead. He had naturally heard of the nine giants of the Holy Church. None of them were people he could afford to offend.

The fat boss took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, "Lord Wharton, our mercenary station belongs to the Mercenary Union, isn't it a little inappropriate for you to surround us like this?"

Wharton looked at the pudgy boss and grinned. His smile was filled with a deep killing intent, causing the boss to almost kneel down in fright.

"Everyone, don't worry, we're here to find a heretic and won't cause trouble for the mercenaries. However, if you're here to hide a heretic, then we won't hold back. If you're sensible, then obediently hand him over!"

The fat boss said with a bitter face, "What is the lord talking about? Our mercenary station has many mercenaries passing by every day, including eating, living, taking on missions, and hiding away. Where do you come from?"

Wharton nodded sympathetically, then laughed. "I understand your bitterness, but one of us saw that heretic walk in. How about this, I'll search around here. What do you think?"

"This... "This!"

The fat boss gritted his teeth. To the Mercenary Union, this was an outrageous request. This was similar to slapping the face naked, even the mercenaries had angry looks on their faces. But if a Saint realm expert stood there, no one would dare to look down on themselves.

The fat boss' eyes revealed a murderous look. "If you insist on searching, I'm afraid it'll be hard to explain it to the president!"

Having exhausted all his abilities, he could only bring out the president of the Mercenary Guild, a great god. He was also a Saint realm expert.

Wharton laughed arrogantly. "As for your President, I will naturally give him an explanation!" "You have no business here, scram to the side …" After saying that, he waved his hand and smiled as he said, "Search!"

Diallo seemed to have received an imperial decree. If it was only Diallo, he would not have dared to give such an order, he said loudly.

"Martial law!" Seal off the Mercenary Station and search for the heretic, Ron! "

"Yes sir!"

The soldiers of the Holy Crusaders responded and stood up one by one. They used their swords to force the mercenaries to stand up and line up, with portraits in their hands, they identified every single one of them.

This was a huge insult to the mercenaries. There was no lack of master level or even master level experts among them, but in front of that Saint realm expert standing below, they did not have the courage to resist. The difference in strength was just too great.

The fat boss' face alternated between red and white. Mercenary stands were spread throughout the entire continent. Countless mercenaries were here to receive missions, live, eat, and consume. What was the purpose of this? For the sake of safety, in the Mercenary Station, it was strictly prohibited to fight amongst the mercenaries, even if they wanted to seek revenge, they had to go outside, so it was not uncommon for mercenaries to be surrounded, but most of it was between mercenaries and mercenaries, not mercenaries or the Mercenary Union.

If the fat boss knew who they were looking for, he might hand the person over due to the face of a Saint realm expert. But now, the other party was going to surround them and search. The nature of the search had changed.

However, the fat boss had no choice. Even though the mercenaries had their own defensive force, in the eyes of the Holy Crusaders and Saint realm experts, this force was laughable.

No one dared to oppose the Mercenary Union. It wasn't because the Mercenary Union's strength was strong, but because there were tens of thousands of mercenaries standing behind it. These mercenaries relied on the Mercenary Union to survive, and if no one issued a quest, what would these mercenaries eat? Wear what? The Mercenary Union just happened to provide such a platform.

According to the usual pattern, after offending a mercenary association, the mercenary association only needed to issue an assassination mission with a high bounty, which would make tens of thousands of mercenaries work for him, making that person disappear from this world. But this time was different, the opponent was a Saint realm expert, one of the nine giants of the Holy Church, who would dare to accept a mission like this, even if someone took it, the mercenary association would not be able to pay the price.

The fat boss' only choice was to remain silent.

The Holy Crusaders searched one by one, and even the mercenaries that were sleeping in their rooms were pulled out. The funny thing was that a few of them were doing that and were forced out with a sword.

On the surface, however, they still had to obediently cooperate. This was a wise choice, and no one wanted to become the target of a Saint-level combatant.

His heart was in his throat. "Grandpa Homelin, what do we do now?"

He had already been on the path of cultivation for quite some time, so he naturally knew how powerful a Saint realm expert was. It was a power he could only hope to surpass. His heart was filled with despair, "How about you enter my body to help me?"

However, Hou Meilin sighed, "It's useless!"

"That Saint is not too strong. If it were before, dealing with such an enemy wouldn't be a problem. But I'm a soul form now!" "I can enter your body, but your weak soul has restricted my ability to use my strength. If it were an ordinary opponent, it wouldn't be a problem, but the opponent is a Saint realm expert! If I use a higher level of power, I'm afraid your soul might not be able to take it! "

Although they were both Saint-level combatants, there was still a huge gap between them. As an early-stage Saint-level combatant, Wharton naturally wasn't a match for Hou Meilin, who was already at the peak-stage of the Saint-level, and who was half a step into the Deity-level. But even with this level of power, Hou Meilin was completely at a loss.

A look of unwillingness appeared on Ron's face. It was not easy for him to escape Holy Empire, and he even escaped to another country. Unexpectedly, they still managed to capture him. Is there no other way? "

Hou Meilin shook his head and sighed, "I can't think of any other way. Even if you use Soul Ignition to your full strength, you still won't be a match for the other party. The gap is too big, there's no way to fix it, unless …"

"Unless what?" Ron seemed to see a glimmer of light.

"Unless you use the God Power of Death from that day, only then will you be able to escape!"

"Death divine power?" The hope Ron had just ignited quickly dimmed again. Ever since the breakthrough, after unintentionally obtaining a sliver of Death God, he had tried everything in his power, but had been unable to find even the tiniest bit of Death God from his soul ring.

"You! "Stand up!"

Just as Ron was thinking, a cold voice rang out and a Holy Crusader came up to him and shouted for him to stand up and be examined.

Ron paled, and his hands began to tremble.

"You! Stand up! "Huh?"

The Holy Crusader saw how familiar Ron's face looked, and when he saw it clearly, he said in surprise, "It's you?"

"Damn it! I'll just give it my all!"

Rönn clenched his teeth. He had made up his mind almost instantly. Since they were going to die, he would not let them go easily.

"Shua ~ ~" Suddenly, a sharp bone spike appeared in his hand and pierced into the Holy Crusader's abdomen.

"Puchi ~ ~" The Holy Crusader soldier's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment as the sharp bone easily pierced through the guy's stomach. He didn't expect the other party to be so vicious, attacking as soon as he said that, and the one in front of him was only a fifteen-year-old kid.

The commotion upstairs had attracted everyone's attention. The mercenaries looked over in shock. This fellow was quite daring to make a move in front of a Saint realm expert.

Ron's appearance had also attracted the attention of the Holy See's soldiers, whose eyes were first filled with shock and then with ecstasy.

Ron, who had thrown his life away, pushed the body of the Holy Crusader down expressionlessly. The body fell to the ground floor and crashed on the table with a loud thud, and blood splattered everywhere, startling everyone on the first floor.

He took a few steps forward, took a deep breath, then calmly looked at the hall master of the Holy Crusader, Wharton, and said in a clear voice, "The dregs of the Holy Church, don't make things difficult for the others. The heretic you are looking for is here!"

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