The Sage King felt it. The powerful restraining power of Saint Power had a strong suppressive effect on any existence of the Underworld.
It was because he saw this that he led the Holy Emperor to duel with Priest Faldt.
And it was because of the restraining power of Saint Power that Lin Sheng was able to temporarily increase his strength by a level and win against Faldt.
None of this could escape the Sage King's keen eyes.
The Sage King kept moving forward.
The soundproof circle could not isolate his control of the outside world.
So, as he listened to the screams of death, he walked toward the Holy Sanctum with a smile on his face.
That was the core of Henricqal.
"I have a general grasp of the Holy Emperor's moves. As long as I can guard against the ultimate move he unleashed that could infinitely explode Saint Power, the rest is nothing. "
He recalled all the information he had about the Holy Emperor. The Sage King once again revealed a confident smile.
He walked at a steady pace, passing through the streets. He passed by the temporary workers who had begun to set up emergency defenses.
The people had gathered together under the influence of the broadcast, ready to enter the quarantine zone to take refuge.
* Woo … *
On the sidewalk, a little boy who had been separated from his parents was looking for his family with tears on his face.
"Dad … Mom …" The little boy's tears flowed like a broken thread.
The Sage King saw this and stopped in his tracks. He slowly approached.
"Don't cry, child. Your parents are over there. Look. "He raised his hand and pointed.
In the crowd in the distance, a couple who were anxiously looking for their child suddenly stood out.
There were so many people around, but the little boy could see his parents at a glance.
Their sense of existence seemed to have been abruptly enhanced by something.
"Dad, Mom!" The little boy was overjoyed and quickly ran toward his parents.
Halfway there, he suddenly turned back and said to the Sage King.
"Thank you. What is your name? I will repay you when I grow up! "
The Sage King was slightly stunned. He did not expect the child to be so mature. Then, he smiled.
"My name … You can call me the Holy Emperor."
The Holy Emperor!? So he was the Holy Emperor??
Just as the little boy was stunned, the old man had turned and walked toward the Holy Sanctum in the distance.
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Holy Temple Prayer Hall.
The Night Lord was clad in heavy armor. The Steel Lord and several other emissaries from Shermanton were also in the same attire.
Now, all the Emissaries had reached the pinnacle of the Six Wings. He was only one step away from crossing the limit and becoming a Palatinate.
And this step was not easy to take. Opening the Tidal Gate and communicating with different seas of energy was not an easy task. Therefore, no matter who it was, they would need a lot of time to accumulate and learn before they would dare to open it.
If it was so easy to become a Palatinate, then the world would not have only been in the double digits.
"Tenko Kasumi, we are here too! If you need any help, just let me know! "
The Night Lord looked at Kasumi in the prayer hall.
"Shermanton is fine?" Kasumi was surprised.
"No problem, we can handle the Blacktide over there. Because of the terrain, Shermanton only had to deal with attacks from two sides. Also, the monsters over there aren't as strong as here. "
The Night Lord's words were not for nothing.
The real reason was that Shermanton was built earlier than the Holy Temple in Henricqal.
Coupled with the full cooperation of the government, Shermanton had built what could be said to be the thickest and tallest defensive wall of all the defensive cities in Shermanton after the Blacktide broke out.
And it was because of that huge wall that many people had indescribable confidence in the sacred city.
Other than that, there were many Transcendents in Shermanton who originally belonged to the government who had now become clerics.
The strength of these people should not be underestimated. They formed a department of their own, and there were four of them who were at the pinnacle of the Six Wings. There were also the hidden Palatinates, the trump card of the original TSF.
Now that the war had broken out, they naturally had no other distractions.
"Khadula is there, no problem," the Night Lord said in a deep voice. But in fact, Shermanton now had the Fairy King and the Giant King brothers, and they were not afraid of any challenge.
"Well, let's quickly put out the attack here, and then go back to Shermanton to support!" Kasumi did not hesitate and quickly replied.
Immediately, she began to skillfully deploy people and assign them to various places to guard.
"What about me? What should I do?! "The Night Lord asked hurriedly after seeing that he was not called upon.
"You? How about staying at the headquarters? "Kasumi glanced at him, a little surprised that this guy would take the initiative to ask for something.
She seemed to have seen through Kasumi's hidden meaning. The Night Lord smiled sheepishly.
"I just want to contribute to everyone's effort."
"It's rare for you to be so proactive. Then go to the front where the pressure is the greatest, and give everyone a big boost to morale!" Kasumi suggested. "Didn't you break through? Is there a problem? "
"I know what you mean. Leave it to me! "The Night Lord puffed up his chest.
He wanted to get rid of the ugly title of the Salted Fish King in this war.
What a joke, he was the Night Lord, the second most powerful person in the Sanctum, and he was called the Salted Fish King?
To wash away the shame, this time, he would change everyone's impression of him.
The group of people quickly dispersed in all directions.
The Night Lord was no exception. With a few leaps, he left the prayer hall, crossed a large number of palace buildings, and soon arrived at the main gate of the Sanctum headquarters.
Just as he was about to leave the Sanctum and head to the frontline.
Suddenly, an old voice quickly penetrated his mind from the side.
"Please wait, Your Excellency, the Night Lord."
Huh? Soul Telepathy?
The Night Lord quickly stopped and looked at the source of the voice.
It was a white-haired old man with a cane in his hand, and a kind and gentle smile on his face. And the thick Saint power on him was a sign that he belonged to the Sanctum.
When the Night Lord saw the thick Saint power in the old man, he had a good impression of the old man. To have such thick Saint power, it was obvious that the old man's will and faith were very strong.
"Hello, unfamiliar old man. What can I do for you?" The Night Lord asked calmly. "If there's nothing else, I have to hurry to the frontline."
The Sage King looked at the Night Lord with a smile.
"Have you ever wondered why the Holy Emperor would treat you with such disrespect? You are so powerful, and can be said to be the first in the entire Sanctum. Why does he not care about your feelings again and again? "
"You are so powerful, and yet you are treated so unfairly. So, it is obvious that the Holy Emperor has always been afraid of you … He is … afraid that you will replace him. "
"Look, your expression has changed … Am I right?" The Sage King felt that he had once again entered the state of fooling people with predictions.
"Night King, with your strength, you shouldn't be treated so lightly. You should enjoy more, more rights … "
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