In the depths of the castle of the Philan family, there were intricate and dark passages that spread throughout the castle. Dark knights were stationed to guard the passages. After passing through one mechanism after another, Shooting Wolf finally led the nine people to the dark meeting hall where the Elder Conference was held.
This was an extremely spacious hall, and the walls were embedded with fist-sized milky white crystals. If anyone thought that these were natural ores, they would be gravely mistaken. These were the fluorescent organs of some kind of demon. Even if they were cut off, as long as they were well preserved, they could continue to glow for several years, even up to ten years.
Shooting Wolf glanced at the hall. He felt that the decorations here including the round table, the twelve elders' chairs and the decorations on the walls were particularly familiar. It seemed that it was similar to the highest hall of the Holy Church. The only difference was that the hall of the Holy Church was decorated with gold. It was full of holy atmosphere. Moreover, it was bright and transparent. Even at night, people's hair could be seen.
However, it was dark here. Even during the day, it was difficult to see the light.
"Evil people! Even the council hall imitates the Holy Church!" Shoot Wolf sneered in his heart. At the same time, he felt a little proud. After he found his seat, he sat down immediately. Only two knights were left behind to guard the chair, ready to be deployed at any time. The rest of the people retreated to the dark corner at the back of the hall and waited for further orders.
Shooting Wolf's face was indifferent as he looked at the four people who had arrived first. There was no expression on his face. However, his eyes stopped on a short old man for a moment. He was secretly shocked. When he had been a librarian and had been the ninth district elder for a few months, he had heard about the most famous people of the Dark Church. The three dark kings were the most famous people.
Sword King, Pluto and Night King. These three people's names were equally resounding in the Holy Church and the Holy Church!
"Sword King has arrived. Pluto and Night King should be here soon. The Pope should send the Great Light King …" Shooting Wolf's eyes flashed. The fear in his heart was replaced by contempt. The Great Light King was the strongest knight of the Holy Church. He was the invincible god of war of the Holy Church. He was also the strongest person in the outer wall!
It was said that he was a master even in the inner wall. These mice in the dark would be caught in one fell swoop if he made a move!
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up. He slowly turned his head and quietly looked outside, hoping that time would pass faster.
Not long after, more people came in from the outside. They were dressed differently from Shoot Wolf. Most of them were wearing black robes, and a huge hood covered half of their faces. In the dimly lit hall, their faces were even more blurry. Shoot Wolf was dressed in a noble's suit, which made him look a bit different. He also attracted the attention of a few people. This made Shoot Wolf frown. He knew that he had been too careless.
However, he believed that this alone wouldn't expose his identity. After all, most of the dark church's people were eccentric and twisted. His appearance could also be included in the list of strange hobbies. It wasn't a flaw.
"It's still the same. It's dark here." Suddenly, a voice came from outside. Then, a skinny, cold-looking young man walked in. He glanced at the hall indifferently. His gaze stopped on Shoot Wolf for a moment. Then, he walked straight to his seat – the second seat at the top!
The short old man whom Shooting Wolf had noticed earlier glanced at the cold-looking young man and said, "We have always lived in the dark. Do you want to learn from the Radiant Church and make this place luxurious and dazzling?"
After the cold-looking young man sat down, he gently leaned on the back of the chair and indifferently said: "Why not? Who said that the dark church's conference hall must be dark? Why can the Holy Church's hall be brightly lit? "
"This is called fitting the identity." The short old man said: "Untouchables should wear the clothes of untouchables. They can't wear the clothes of nobles. Similarly, nobles can't wear the linen clothes of the untouchables."
"Isn't this monotonous?" The cold-looking young man said: "After a long time, people will get tired of it. Untouchables may one day have the courage to wear the clothes of nobles and eat the food of nobles. Isn't it good to occasionally change the taste?"
"If you eat too much, you will have diarrhea." The short old man indifferently said.
Hearing the words of these two people, the rest of the people in the hall were silent.
Shoot Wolf saw that the cold-looking young man glanced at him. He knew that the meaning of these words was a warning to him and others. After he became the elder of the ninth district, he didn't pay tribute to the Night King. He also didn't visit him. The ninth district originally belonged to the Night King's influence. His actions obviously angered the king of the dark church.
However, he didn't expect that the Sword King would speak up for him. It seemed that the relationship between the three kings was not only hostile competition but also cooperation.
At this time, a few people came from outside.
Shoot Wolf finally saw Hell King who was the last to arrive. The latter looked like a strong man with a tall and sturdy body. However, his resolute face was full of a decisive temperament. He wasn't a rough and boorish man.
"It seems that everyone is here." Hell King sat on the highest chair and glanced at the audience. He slowly said: "In that case, the elders' meeting will officially begin. Everyone …"
At this point, he suddenly stopped and raised his head to look at the sky.
The rest of the people saw his action and looked up in confusion. However, they didn't see any hidden weapons or ambushes on the dome of the hall. One of them said: "Your Majesty Hell King, what are you doing?"
"There are guests coming." The short old man sitting on another chair said coldly.
Shoot Wolf was startled. Suddenly, his heart moved. Was that person coming? He couldn't help but look up. He held his breath and listened to the movements on the ground above his head. In the extreme silence, in addition to the breathing of some of the guards brought by the elders, he also heard bursts of increasingly chaotic footsteps coming from the ground above his head. At the same time, there were bursts of harsh sounds of metal colliding.
"Someone is invading?" Another woman wearing a veil said in surprise: "It seems that there are a lot of guards. It seems that all the guards of the Philan family have been dispatched."
Shoot Wolf was delighted. His eyes lit up. "It's His Majesty the Pontiff!"
He couldn't help but want to stand up and cheer. However, thinking that the people present were enough to kill him before the top was breached, he held back the joy in his heart. He quietly sat on the chair and tried his best to restrain the excitement in his heart.
"Sword servant, go out and take a look …" The short old man ordered a young man who was serving on the back of the chair. Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook. Then, the sound of sand and stones falling from the top of everyone's head was heard. With a bang, a huge rock suddenly collapsed.
The people present reacted very quickly. Before the huge rock hit the conference table, they quickly retreated.
Bang!
A knight fell from the huge rock and rolled on the ground. He spat out blood and was on the verge of death.
At the same time, several figures jumped down from above and stood on the table that was crushed by the huge rock.
"They directly attacked?" When Shooting Wolf saw the collapsed dome of the main hall, he was secretly delighted. When the dust settled, he hurriedly looked up and was immediately stunned. The few people who had jumped down were not the Great Light King and the Chief Knight of Light that he had expected, but an extremely familiar young face. It was actually him?
While Shooting Wolf was stunned, the rest of the people reacted. The Sword King coldly snorted and said, "So, it is not the Great Light King Roao. A nobody dares to behave atrociously here?"
Dean looked at the edge of the collapsed hole. The knights of the Philan family were standing in a circle. They were glaring at him. He slowly retracted his eyes and looked at the short old man: "Tell them to retreat. I want to talk to you quietly."
The Sword King slightly narrowed his eyes. He had already noticed that the newcomers were not a large group, but the commotion they created was comparable to that of an elite division. It could be seen that these people were not weak, and it was difficult to use numbers to deal with experts, not to mention that the number of knights outside was not a sea of people. He snorted coldly, raised his head, and said, "You guys retreat first, let Phil watch the surroundings."
Two of the knights outside heard his words and immediately gestured for the others to retreat.
"It's smart." Dean said a word of appreciation. He led Aisha down from the boulder and came to a chair that was overturned on the ground. He pulled up the chair and patted the dust on it before sitting down.
Sword King and others frowned as they looked at Dean's slow and unhurried appearance. There were a total of six people with Dean. They couldn't think of anyone who dared to trespass into this place. It must be known that there were famous masters in the top 20 of the outer wall. Especially the three king level masters. All of them were close to the Great Light King.
"Boy, what are you doing? Tell me your name! If you want to die then I'll help you!" A strong man said in an angry voice.
Dean calmly looked at him: "I'm the previous elder of the 9th region. By the way, my code name also has the word 'King'."
Everyone was startled.
"You are the previous … Devil King of the 9th region?" The burly man was stunned for a moment, and then he sneered and said, "Kid, you're really tired of living. You left your post without permission and are wanted by the Speaker, yet you still dare to appear here. You're simply courting death. You even codenamed 'Demon King'? How childish and laughable. If you are a devil then I am the Great Devil King! "
Dean looked at the crowd: "In that case everyone must have heard of me. Now …"
"Boy, don't talk nonsense. Since you are here then get ready to die!" The man interrupted Dean and sneered. He looked at the others: "Everyone, the person that the speaker wants to kill is here. What are you waiting for? Kill him!"
Dean frowned slightly and glanced at him. "You are really noisy." The bell on his wrist jingled as he shook it.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind suddenly blew.
The dust that had just fallen from the ground gently fluttered in the breeze.
The burly man sneered, "Brat, you …" His voice stopped abruptly as a cold, sharp palm pierced through his chest, piercing through his heart. He lowered his head in disbelief and stared blankly at his own chest. A slender arm with snow-white skin really appeared in his eyes.
"This … How is it possible …" The strong man's voice was hoarse. His eyes dimmed as his body fell straight down.
Aisha withdrew her palm. The blood in her palm stimulated her instincts. She slightly grinned, revealing a bit of a sinister expression. She raised her hand and gently licked the blood on her fingers as if she was sucking an extremely delicious sauce.
Everyone who was ready to attack was stunned as they saw the sudden scene.
Sword King, Hell King and Night King's faces changed as they looked at Aisha in horror. Even with their eyesight they couldn't see how the girl appeared in front of Tebri. If she had attacked them at such an unpredictable speed then they would have been the ones to fall at the moment.
The three of them felt a chill run down their spines. The sense of urgency of their lives being threatened, which they had not felt for a long time and had almost forgotten, spread through their hearts.
"Now it's quiet. Let's continue." Dean slowly said: "From today on, I am the speaker of the dark church. You only need to be loyal to me. Is there a problem?"
Everyone was stunned.
Shoot Wolf's expression was ugly, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. He had not expected the woman behind this young man to be so powerful. Although he could not judge how strong this woman was, he knew from the reaction of the three Kings that the woman's previous attack had completely stunned them. With such strength, she could most likely contend against the Great Light King. In that case, if the Great Light King came tonight, there would most likely be a fierce battle!
"Damn!" He cursed in his heart as he clenched his fists.
Hell King stared at Dean after a brief silence: "Be loyal to you? Although you are strong but you seem to have nothing. "
"Everything will be born as long as I exist." Dean calmly replied.
On the other side, the Night Lord frowned slightly and said coldly, "Do you think you're God? Do you think there is light when you say there is light? "
Dean nodded: "Yes."
Night King snorted: "Although you are strong but it is a bit difficult to defeat the three of us at the same time. I advise you to leave as soon as possible so that nothing has happened. It is impossible for you to be the speaker. The speaker won't allow you to exist. You may not know but the speaker of the dark church can communicate with the inner wall. Although your strength is good but there are many masters in the inner wall. Any one of them is enough to kill you!"
"If that is the case then why don't they send a master to help you flatten the Holy Church?" Dean quietly looked at him.
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