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It was said that this was also one of the gods' favorite methods. The dome was embedded with fine, light, and polished pieces of crystal, and if any one piece was taken outside, it would allow a commoner to become rich overnight. The walls of the hall were also engraved with the miracles of the gods. There were no mortal footprints there, only the glory of gods. The Gods of Light was a general concept, referring to the twelve Sovereigns who had formed the Divine Light Plane. The kings of the gods were the three divine kings under the crown of the divine gods. They were the god of light, Hyperion, Apollo, and the god of fire, Hestos.

Every time he entered the palace of the gods, Conte was dazzled for a moment by the wonders of the gods, by their greatness and their love, and, more importantly, by their power and power. Immediately afterward, his gaze focused on that grand figure.

What a man! He stood under the dome, but it was as if all the holiness and light had gathered above his head. He wore a spotlessly white robe, as pure as an angel's wing, inlaid with precious stones such as emeralds, cat's eyes, sapphire, rubies, emeralds, and so on. It was the most precious thing in the world. He wore a golden crown on his head and held a scepter carved with a smiling angel. He was squinting slightly, and his face was brimming with a look of relief and pleasure, perhaps immersed in his own world.

This was none other than the current Pope Paul XIII. His full name was Saga Paul. Conte knelt in front of him in the most pious manner, as if he was facing a true god. Paul XIII opened his eyes and smiled. "Conte, you're back." Conte lowered his head even more. "Yes, Your Majesty. I am back. But His Royal Highness, he … " Saga waved his hand. "I know. This is good as well. After having suffered this blow, Ghana has matured quite a bit, and its improvement will be greater as well."

He slowly walked away, speaking in a relaxed tone, "This time around, Klein also has a genius. He already has such an achievement at such a young age." Unfortunately, he is not a believer of God. " Conte said, "Your Majesty, that Werther …" Paul Thirteen waved his hand. "Enough. You don't need to say anything else." Suddenly, he smiled and asked towards the space in front of him, "What do you think about this matter?" Just as Conte was wondering, a voice came from the void!

There was not a single trace of emotion in this voice, as if it was like a god above the ninth heaven that was so cold that it seemed to have abandoned all humanity! Calvin seemed interested in him, too. I have ordered him to act. Furthermore, three people from Undead Island have already left and infiltrated the continent. " After a few sentences, the voice died down, and the Pope's attitude did not seem very respectful at all.

Paul XIII laughed. "Oh? Even Undead Island couldn't sit still? It seems that this little guy called Werther is really valuable! I heard that Kaiser's crown prince and Rommel were defeated by him. It seems like he has a Divine Equipment in his hands, and it seems to be the stump of a necromancer. Calvin won't be enough by himself. Send some men to the Angel Gate in Ghana. Do not let others think that the Angel Door only knows how to summon the lowest level of servants. " The void was silent, and there was no response.

Conte's face was pale and his whole body was shaking as he screamed in his heart, "This is the head of the Inquisition, Alfred! It must be him! "Oh my god, even he was alarmed!" When this mysterious voice sounded, Conte felt as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. He felt powerless. He immediately associated the identity of this mysterious person. Inquisition! This was definitely the place on the continent that the pagans hated and wanted to know about the most. It was no less mysterious than the gods. It was the cruelest place, the place where all the heretics and the enemies of the Church were to be judged. Countless lives and souls were to be destroyed under this mysterious organization. The prisoners screaming on the stake, the skeletons in the dark prison, all of them bore witness to the dark and mysterious organization's bloody methods and history.

It was said that this dark giant possessed power not inferior to that of the Pope, but he held all of the Church's underground powers. It could be said that he was the spokesperson of the god of death! This expert was extremely mysterious, he had never revealed his true appearance in front of others. But today, the Pope was talking to him in front of him. What did this mean?

Conte thought of the only two possibilities, and his body trembled even more violently. Either he was targeted by the Ecclesiastical Tribunal, and he would immediately be thrown into that dark prison, where he would die a miserable death. Or else, the Pope would have already treated him as a trusted aide, allowing him to participate in some confidential matters!

Thirteen's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything as he smiled, "Your guess is right, I have something for you to do. Not long ago, Kaiser's Stellar Sword Saint made a trip to the north and informed the Ice and Snow Sword Saint that he would initiate a war to invade Klein's borders. I think Klein will react quickly and go over there.

Conte looked up in confusion, but what he saw was the meaningful look in the Pope's eyes. His heart trembled, and he lowered his head again. I understand! " The Pope said softly, "It's good that you understand. You may leave now." I'm tired. " Conte didn't dare to say more and walked out in fear.

Alfred's voice rang out again: "This piece of trash! His piety is devoted only to money and power! " The Pope said slowly, "The gods are always forgiving. The humble should also learn this spirit. I heard that even Soros lost to Werther in the end? "How strange, when has this kind of young genius not appeared before?" Alfred's voice rang out, "That is a secret technique. It is used to burn one's own potential in order to acquire the most extreme power in a short period of time. Didn't the Church have quite a few of these secret techniques? How did he get your attention? "

The Pope sighed, "A punk like you is nothing." But what I really value is the person behind him! What defeated Soros was light magic, but you and I both knew that there had never been such a technique in the Church. Unless it is in the hands of someone who is not under our control. "

"You mean, Ioros?" Alfred's voice had a distinct note of strangeness in it. The Pope laughed. "Your great senior is very powerful." Though not on the Holy Mountain, it had nurtured Victor's will to inherit him, and now it had won Nicholas over. "I never thought that Ioros would really give Nicholas some pointers in training battle qi!" Alfred said: "Your plans will always fail him!" His tone was filled with ridicule and schadenfreude.

The Pope closed his eyes, as if he were listening to God's teachings. "The reason I sent Nicholas to suppress the Seafolk was to divide Victor's power. Not long ago, I felt a strong dark power descend on the continent, but it mysteriously disappeared soon after, disappearing without a trace. Presumably, this Sovereign of Darkness had come for that item as well. However, I really didn't expect that the Dark Holy Grail would actually land in the prime material plane. "

Alfred snorted. "Do you want me to?" There was a smile on the Pope's face as he replied, "Of course, I will only be at ease if you make a move." However, since the projection of the God of Darkness has descended upon us, I believe that our true God will not sit idly by. Especially on the eve of the War of Gods, the slightest movement would bring about an unpredictable effect. "What about Adolf?" Alfred said, "What else?" He had been in seclusion in order to break through the peak of the Sword Saint realm. But since his son was beaten half to death, he wouldn't be able to sit still even if he was worried, right? "

The Pope smiled, "He will not intervene. The moment he made his move, it meant that there was no longer any room for compromise between Kaiser and Klein. He would only let the Stellar Sword Saint take action. But Werther still had a lot of cards in his hand, so the stars would wait. Especially when little Roland was sent to the north. Ah, the North! I really did not expect that the first one to come down from the Gods would be that one. " He suddenly laughed bitterly, "Tell Anders that he should temporarily put aside the barbarians."

Alfred gave him a strange look. "All right. It was time to let it go. "Otherwise, if we anger that person …" However, he didn't manage to finish what he was about to say. The Pope felt a headache coming, "There have been too many things going on recently. I'm at my wit's end." I have no choice but to let you help me. "Go ahead and do it well!" Alfred did not answer, but there was a mysterious undulation receding.

On the fourth day after Werther's injury, the little girl, Alain, woke up. She once again cried and coaxed him gently. Vivian and Sophia saw that everything was exactly the same as last time. At this moment, Werther was looking at the furious Miss Vivian with a headache. He asked with a wry smile, "You're leaving?" Vivian said angrily, "If I had known, I wouldn't have come to tell you! "Humph!" Sophia smiled. "The Magic Martial Meet is over. Vivian is going back to the Kaiser Empire with Pharaoh Melena." "No, Sophia, I'm the only one who will go back to Kaiser. My mentor has some matters that he needs to take care of." "I wanted to say goodbye to you at last."

Looking at her shy appearance, Werther's heart stirred. "Could it be that she's fallen in love with me?" "No way!" He pretended to be relaxed as he smiled and said, "Sure, I think it's better to go home. I wish you a pleasant journey. If I have time, I will visit you at Kaiser. " Vivian blinked. "That's all?" Werther thought for a moment. "That's all." Vivian's expression immediately changed. She stood up and left. "Sir Werther, thank you for your blessings and wish you happiness in life." He pushed the door open and left.

Werther was dumbstruck, unable to speak. Sophia pursed her lips and laughed, "You little thing, can't you tell that Vivian has fallen for you? She came to you in hopes that you would take the initiative to keep her. He trotted after Vivian. Werther smiled bitterly to himself. "Maybe I'm really slow!" Then the little girl, Alan, came in with her head down.

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