"Burp ~" William burped. He rubbed his belly comfortably. He was finally full.
He had stayed here for seven days. The Pope of Light had no intention of disturbing him, nor did he stop him from eating the small white fish in the magic pond.
"I have to admit that this is a sacred item for nourishing the kidneys. I didn't expect the Pope of Light to use this item. Hehe, as expected of the saying 'only cows die from exhaustion, not fields'. Even transcending sages have to abide by the rules of Heaven and Earth."
William glanced outside the courtyard. He kept the few remaining fish tails in his alternate dimension for breeding. In the future, he would have to rely on them to survive.
Then, William left the courtyard and went to the conference hall where many sages were present.
When he entered, he discovered that the seats in the conference hall were almost full.
However, what was a little surprising was that there weren't too many pinnacle Sage Plane powerhouses.
In fact, they were not very busy. It was impossible for them to be at the outpost of suppressing the Dark World. They simply did not want to be ordered around.
These people were used to being high and mighty. They could not be bothered with the orders of the Pope of Light. It was already giving face to the Pope by sending their sages to attend the conference.
But.
Some of the top sages chose to ignore it.
However, there were some famous and powerful peak Saints who valued the Light Pope's attitude more than those people.
There was nothing much to say about the Legendary continent.
Sunset Sage Temple, Sun Doom.
War-ending Empire, Peerless Battle-Sage.
Frost Empire, Frost Witch. This person had the royal bloodline of the empire and was the ancestor of the Frost Empress.
When these three arrived, they attracted the attention of many sages. All of them walked up to them in an attempt to befriend them.
Other than that.
Qualls of the Holy Empire of the Middle-land was wearing scarlet armor. When he sat in his seat, the two sages beside him did not dare to speak to him.
Qualls was the strongest and most belligerent person in the Middle-land.
He entered the sage realm at the end of the second era and almost became one of the twelve sages of the Human race. But even if he was not chosen, he was still a top sage who had crushed many sages and destroyed countless dark creatures.
Even in the later stages of the game, when some hidden top sages of the Middle-land appeared, they were still no match for Qualls.
Finally.
Some sages locked their gazes on a mage.
Rune Mage.
After the continents of the Gods had split apart, this old fellow, who had lived for countless years, had named the continent that had split apart with his own power, which was the current Runic Continent.
The Holy Land of Rune Magic that he had created was a paradise for countless Magic Professionals on the Rune Continent. Every single one of them felt proud to be able to enter the Holy Land of Rune Magic. The number of Holy Seat powerhouses under his command was even greater than that of the Human Empire.
If the Human Empire of the Rune Continent was the Heavens, then the Rune Magic Holy Land was the Heavenly Court that controlled the Heavens. On the surface, the Taboo Spell Masters were also one of them.
"The Rune Mages are here, and the Saints from the other continents are still not giving face to the Pope of Light. I think they're done for." Some of the Saints gasped.
"He's a pinnacle Saint after all. He definitely has a temper. Back then, the Holy Pope of Light said so many harsh words. It must have made some people unhappy."
"But that's a super saint."
"Actually, I also realized that since the Rune Mages are here, it seems to be enough to prove the current status of the Holy Father of Light."
The two human Saints were discussing via voice transmission.
As early as the third era, people had been discussing who was the strongest person in the entire Gods Continent.
There was no doubt that only a few people could be on the list.
Because there were strong and weak Saints among the pinnacle Saints.
But the experts who could be on the list, without exception, were all famous existences.
For example, the Unparalleled Battle-Saints, the Rune Mages, Qualls, the Angel of the Winged Race, and the Holy Armor Class 1 experts of the Divine Slaying Temple.
As for the Elves?
Erm, they hid too well. No one knew who would be selected. On the surface, the strongest expert of the Elves was only an Advanced Sage. This was not realistic at all, but no one could produce any evidence.
The Dwarfs?
Well, it was not that they hid too well, but that they were too arrogant. The pinnacle Saints were basically all dead. Even if there were some, they were very few and could not be ranked.
Not to mention the Elves and Dwarfs, among the experts on the list, the Rune Mages and the Angel of the Winged Race, Michael, were the most famous. It was believed that even if the true strongest expert were to appear in the future, it would be from these two.
But at that time, the Holy Father of Light was far from being ranked. But no one would have thought that he would become the true number one in the world.
William had found his place. He was like an obedient rabbit, trying not to attract attention. He sprawled on the table and nibbled on his carrot.
He was a Sage.
He was not weak, and he had captured three Lords of Darkness.
But compared to this group of big shots, he would die!
The other party could kill him with a single finger.
But it was a little interesting.
He was the only legend in the entire conference hall!
His aura was too unique, and he was very handsome. It was impossible not to attract attention.
At this moment, many female sages were throwing glances at him, as if they wanted to keep him as their mistresses.
Erm, there would be many heiress balls of joy. Prince William could only stare fixedly at his table. He did not dare to look anywhere else.
The Temple of Light was too dangerous. He wanted to go to the Dark World.
Don't ask him why he did not return to the City of Dawn!
But just when Prince William was feeling pressured.
Under Lancelot's lead, a Winged Holy Angel slowly walked into the conference hall.
Many sages in the conference hall quietened down.
Because it was not an ordinary Holy Angel.
It was the strongest of the Winged people, Migalo, who was also known as the Divine Angel!
This was the second Holy Angel to appear in the history of the Winged Tribe!
He was a super antique who had lived for many years. Many people speculated that he was a sage expert born at the end of the Mythological Era in the first era.
William was at the back of the conference hall. He could not help but gulp. There were too many big shots, and their auras were too strong. He was a little dazed.
"Sigh, if I had known, I wouldn't have come. Lancelot could have introduced the contents of the conference to me." Prince William was a little conflicted.
"Hey!"
William turned his head in shock and glanced at the bastard who had patted his shoulder.
"Gosh, you scared me. Why are you here?"
Jerog touched his hair and laughed. "I'm here to attend the conference on behalf of our president."
"The Holy Emperor of Light personally informed us. Your president is so mischievous. Why didn't he attend?" William shrugged his shoulders.
"It's alright. If you hadn't sold a new pet to my mentor, he would have come long ago."
"Gosh, you're blaming me?" Prince William was speechless, but he quickly said, "But you still dared to come out. Aren't you afraid that your baby will be taken away by someone? Hehehe."
Jerog narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Sorry, I always carry my baby with me. I can go wherever I want. I can do it wherever I want … ahem."
"…" William pondered for three seconds and silently gave a thumbs-up to express his admiration. He also secretly prayed for Agares. He hoped that he would not suffer too much torture and abuse. It would be best if he could ascend to Heaven as soon as possible.
He was wrong.
He should not have sold the baby to Jerog as an item. He was wrong … He had sold it too cheaply!
William had a familiar person by his side. Even if he was a sage from the Demon Hunter Guild, Prince William could finally heave a sigh of relief. He was relieved of a lot of pressure.
More and more sages gathered in the conference hall until the door was closed.
The Holy Emperor of Light appeared in the center of the hall along with the holy light. He silently acted cool.
All the sages quietened down and looked at the guy in front of them. No one knew what they were thinking.
Prince William also sat upright and still. He did not want to be used as a model and be singled out by the Holy Emperor of Light.
The young Holy Emperor, who looked like he was in his twenties, looked around and smiled. "Since everyone is here, let's cut to the chase. The first General Sage Meeting will officially begin."
No one responded.
The Holy Emperor of Light did not need anyone to respond. It was enough for the others to listen.
So he spoke again. "There are three main purposes for this meeting. The arrival of the Gods, the Dark World, and the reincarnations of the Gods."
"Let's first talk about the arrival of the Gods. They are enemies. Most of them are enemies. Mortal enemies!"
"Does anyone object?"
No one raised their hands to object.
"Good. Next topic."
The corners of William's mouth twitched. The Holy Emperor of Light was a man of few words!
"The Dark World. Some time ago, I united all the major forces and launched a joint invasion against the Dark World. Now, 76 outposts have completely stabilized and become a nail in the Dark World. Not only can we obtain a lot of resources and benefits, but we can also absorb a lot of the continent's luck!" When the Holy Emperor of Light said this, the sages' expressions changed.
It was obvious.
They could also feel the overall increase in the continent's luck. It was beneficial to their cultivation and could even help them advance.
Then, the Holy Father of Light spoke again, "As Sages, you should understand that the resources of the Gods Continent are permanent. The luck will not increase, nor will it decrease. We want to increase the luck of the Gods Continent. We want more professionals to become Sages, and even more Sages to step into the Supreme Saint Realm!"
At this moment, he laughed lightly. "Then we can only reduce the enemies' luck."
"And who has the most luck?"
"The sages, the Lords of Darkness, and the Gods."
"Every time these existences die, their own luck will feed back to the continent. If their bodies are not refined into equipment, they will gradually dissipate over the endless years. Countless magic power will return to the heaven and earth, forming new resources and mineral veins."
"These are all ways to increase the luck."
"But even if the history of the Mythological Era is erased, you should more or less understand that during that era, the Dark World and the continent often fought, right?"
Some of the sages nodded thoughtfully.
"That's because whoever wins will obtain an enormous amount of Karmic Luck, and it will bring them even greater benefits."
"Of course, the luck brought by the outposts is not much, especially the battle for the continent's luck. Not many changes can be seen in a short period of time. This is a war of attrition. If the Gods did not arrive, I would even want to take the initiative to kill hundreds of the Lords of Darkness so that you can occupy the Dark World!"
"However."
"It's too late now!" The Light Pope took a deep breath and pointed above his head. "The time for the Gods to descend is too close. If I dare to do that, there will definitely be Lords coming to stop me. It might even cause the Gods to descend earlier."
"The Light Pope is the first supreme sage in several eras. Why would he be afraid of a few Lords stopping him?" The Divine Angel Michael chuckled lightly.
"Am I your father?" The Light Pope turned around and asked.
"You … Say that again?" The Divine Angel Michael gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Since I'm not your father, why should I spoil you? It's your turn to speak when I speak." The Light Pope approached step by step. An invisible aura forced the Divine Angel Michael back to his seat, but the others did not feel anything.
This kind of meticulous control, this kind of unimaginably powerful strength, caused everyone to suck in a breath of cold air.
The Rune Mage's eyes were also filled with countless runes, but he still couldn't figure out what the Radiant Pope's technique was.
He had thought that when he saw the Light Pope make his move, he would be able to analyze something even if he had to put in some effort.
However, the Light Pope's method was like the power of a higher level, leaving him with no way to find a gap.
"Sure enough, the gap between a supreme sage and a saint is too big. They are not on the same level at all." The Rune Mage sighed and could only secretly laugh at Michael's bad luck.
This guy was just like him, trying to test the waters.
However, the Light Pope did not give him any face at all. He directly blew up on the spot, making Michael so angry that he almost flew into the sky and left the venue …
However, at that moment.
The young Pope no longer paid attention to his' son '. He just said again, "It's not that I can't stop one or two Lords, but if I dare to kill the Lord of Darkness, they will dare to kill you. If you are not afraid of death, you can try. I won't die anyway …"
"Ahem, forget it. What do you think we should do to fight for more luck?"
"Rope in the Reincarnated Gods and use the Gods to fight against the Gods. There seems to be a certain balance between them and some benefits. Unless they are forced to the extreme, they will not kill each other."
"Only when they fight against each other will we have a chance to rise and survive." The Light Pope waved his hand, and many light screens appeared.
They were all portraits of the Reincarnated Gods.
William's mouth twitched.
MMP。
The entire City of Dawn was on the screen.
This situation naturally attracted many people's attention.
The Light Pope said again, "If the Reincarnated Gods stand on our side, they will bring us a lot of luck.
"As for the future war, it will not be the war between races as you think.
"It will be a war between sages and gods!"
"The Master of the Era will be a person, not a race."
"Although the luck of a race is closely related to the luck of a person, you should first consider how to survive."
"Rope in the Reincarnated Gods and make them give up on enslaving the living beings of the world …"
"If it's only us, how can we defeat the Gods?"
"Have you forgotten the original name of this continent?"
"The Gods' continent."
"They are the first batch of living beings born on this continent!"
"They are the owners of this continent!"
"Both in the past and now."
"But we took advantage of the fact that they were sleeping to become stronger step by step!"
"But we can't deny that the Gods are still the owners of this world. Because their experts, talents, and abilities are far stronger than ours!"
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