"The moon has set?" Both Arnold and Douglas were greatly shocked by the Liege of Death's sigh. They raised their heads and looked at the dark, lightless sky. Magic runes flowed in their eyes, flashing in different colors. Through the cover of the clouds, they saw the cold, hazy Silver Moon!
The Silver Moon did not really fall!
They took a long breath in relief and canceled the magic enhancement effect. If Alterna, the demigod who believed that the Silver Moon would never fall, had been killed by God's Arrival, there would be no hope for them at all!
However, according to the Liege of Death, even the Silver Moon failed to resist God's Arrival?
Even a demigod could not resist the attack of God's Arrival?
After a brief moment of relief, intense disappointment and confusion rose, making Priscilla, Nielson, Congus, and the other sorcerers rather gloomy. Was the pope so strong? Was there any chance of victory? Did the Liege of Death feel frustrated too? When he was in his prime, he could not even force the pope to use God's Arrival, much less right now!
"Let's go back now. We'll discuss other things after the Church's counterattack dies down." A vague mist popped up in front of the Liege of Death. After the mist dispersed, he was gone too.
Arnold calmed himself down and resumed his smile. "Whatever the pope is, we still have to do what we should do. Perhaps he will have to pay a high price for using God's Arrival. In the meantime, we will hide completely and do nothing, but we must pay attention to the changes in the relationship between the nobles and the Church. "
"We are not so stupid as to be fooled." Priscilla sniffed. "I hope that the big nobles like the Blue Demon that you mentioned earlier will yield results as soon as possible!"
She had been bewildered by the beautiful future!
Looking at the eyes that were almost beating him up, Arnold laughed dryly. "Rest assured. There won't be a problem. We'll observe and contact Sharp closely."
"Then, we'll be on our way." Holding back the urge to throw a fireball at him, Priscilla looked at the sky again and sighed gloomily. "I wonder when I can see 'dawn' …"
"After daybreak, there will be another wave." Nielson's ruby eyes were filled with depression and sadness. His words were completely different from Priscilla's. He was worried about the revenge of the Church.
Arnold chuckled. "Even Mr. Tannanois is not panicked. Why should we be? After this incident, he'll be the Church's main target."
The attitude of the Liege of Death just now made him feel that things might change, and that the Church's counterattack would not be too strong.
"I hope you are not lying this time," Priscilla said casually and flew into the Tower of Destroyers that had turned transparent.
After the other sorcerers left, Douglas asked, "Will League tell us where Allyn is buried?"
"No!" Arnold replied without any hesitation, as if he had been with League all the time and knew everything.
Sensing his confidence, Fernando was greatly enlightened. "Invading the mind and fabricating memories … League has long … Old fox, you lied to me again!"
He was young and inexperienced, and his own wisdom could not make up for the shortcomings of his personality. Therefore, he had the thought that he was too young and naïve to believe the old fox's explanation without any reservation!
"If you are more fooled by me, nobody will be able to fool you in the future." Arnold looked at him kindly as if he were looking at a junior. "Look at Douglas. He sensed the problem earlier, but because it did not affect him, he pretended that he did not know anything and did not expose me. He only asked questions when he needed them."
After Fernando's teacher perished, he had been studying on his own, but it was also thanks to the guidance of his teacher's good friend, President Arnold. Otherwise, how could he be a seventh-circle sorcerer at such a young age?
Of course, he was only young compared to other senior-rank sorcerers.
"One day, I'll listen to your lies as if they were jokes." Fernando admitted that the old fox did have a point, but he refused to admit it.
Douglas said with a warm smile, "I'm relieved now that I've confirmed that. Mr. President, I'll be staying in Allyn for a while. If you have any magic questions or experience in making plans that you would like to teach me, please come to Allyn. Of course, if I have any questions, I'll write to you too."
He had basically figured out Arnold's temperament and personality, so he was no longer as cautious as before. Instead, he was joking.
"Young people nowadays are getting more and more impolite. They even want me to go to Allyn in person." Arnold intentionally sighed. Although Douglas was not young, he was still a young man compared to an old man who had lived a thousand years. "Fine. Just don't demolish Allyn. I'm planning to study it when I have time."
Then, he turned around and looked at Fernando. "You should keep in touch with old Grimm and learn about Sharp's situation. Whether the Church kills him or not, it will be in our favor. Hehe. Fernando, if there's a chance, you can turn into a girl with that belt and work as Hathaway's court tutor."
"Get lost!" Fernando roared in fury. He vaguely understood the purpose of "letting go" Kritonia, but he couldn't have been let go so easily, could he?
… …
In the forest that was still enshrouded in the remaining Mist of the Dead, the Liege of Death, with a giant black scythe floating above his head, strolled in the forest. He had returned to this place.
"How's the situation of the Silver Moon?" He suddenly spoke to the dark, decaying forest that was empty. His voice sounded as if it were from a tomb as usual.
"According to my bloodline, it's not fatal, but it will take a long time to recover." The darkness suddenly surged, and a figure condensed. He was wearing a red jacket and a black coat with a collar that reached his head. He had shoulder-length silver hair, and his eyes were deep and charming like the silver moon in the sky. His appearance was flawless, and he was even more beautiful than a lady. It was enough to be called demonic.
With a smile, he looked at the Liege of Death and said regretfully, "Why is every legendary sorcerer of the school of necromancy so hideous and creepy? What a pure and flawless young man you were when I first met you. "
"How's the pope?" The Liege of Death had learned to ignore the guy's boring topic.
"After occupying Tria, he returned to Lance himself. Maybe we can look forward to some situations." The silver-haired man shook his head. "I'm very sad that Abel is dead, and I'm even sadder that you look like this. Sigh …"
"Abel is dead? Dracula will be very happy … "The Liege of Death was briefly stunned.
… …
In the Radiance Church in Renstadt …
"The Liege of Death has joined hands with the Witches of Iceland and the Eye of Curse? Has he recovered to level three? " Like all the men of the Gusta Empire, Francois, the 'Angel of Grace' from this country, had a thick beard. His face was full of traces of age, but his green eyes did not show the slightest vicissitude. They were deep and sacred.
Regarding Kritonia's report, he grasped the key of the problem as soon as possible.
Kritonia coughed. "Yes. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't care about the Witch of Iceland or the Eye of Curse at all. Most of my wounds were caused by him."
His body had been cut apart from the waist, and only half of it was left. His flesh was wriggling and growing, trying to recover, but it was rotten into stinky, yellow pus.
While performing "Divine Healing", Francois asked about the battle carefully. In the end, he nodded his head. "You were the only one who could've escaped after unleashing the power of time. If it were me, I probably would've been killed."
The few red robes who had been summoned were shocked at first, but then they were both scared and infuriated. The sorcerers who had been hunted like dogs were bold enough to set up a trap to kill Alfonsol and attack the Heart of Time?
Their long-lasting sense of superiority was shattered, and they all shouted in fury.
"Lord Francois, we must let those sorcerers know that this is the world of the Lord!"
"My lord, give the order for the epic Knight of every country to take action! All the sorcerers involved must be put on trial! "
"Let's go back to the old days. Whether or not they are nobles, capture them and burn them as long as they are suspicious!"
"Sharp betrayed the Lord and conspired with the sorcerers to assassinate Alfonsol. He must be severely punished!"
"Lord Francois, please let me capture Sharp!"
They begged and urged, hoping to vent their fury and to put the blasphemous nobles and sorcerers to trial.
Francois looked at them calmly. It was not until they were all quiet that he opened his mouth slowly. "Sharp only made a casual request to let the sorcerers understand the gap between them and us so that they would leave. There is no direct evidence that he was involved in the assassination of Alfonsol."
"But in any case, he did not kill the sorcerers on the spot, which is blasphemy and betrayal. It's enough for him to be burned at the stake!" A giant of the Inquisition of Renstadt shouted.
"He is a noble. He is one of the most trusted subordinates of the Sword of Truth," Francois said unhurriedly.
Another red robe said angrily, "So what? Without us, they would've been nothing more than the sorcerers' dogs. It was the Lord who gave them a new life and their current position. Is this how they repay the Lord? We need to let the nobles know that the Lord is supreme, and that they have no privileges in front of the Lord! Lord Francois, let's ask His Holiness for help. Since some nobles are untrustworthy, we will purge them together. "
He also knew that it was impossible for them to accomplish the "mission" right now. Therefore, he encouraged Francois to ask the pope for help from the saints.
"I can understand your fury. I feel the same way. I want to put the Liege of Death and Sharp on trial," Francois said peacefully. Francois said peacefully. Then, he changed the topic, "But there's something I need to tell you. Last night, the two vampire princes, Abel and Dracula, attacked the pope together. At the critical moment, the 'Silver Moon' took action too …"
Huh?
Everybody was surprised. They looked at Francois in shock. Had His Holiness perished?
Francois said without changing his expression, "His Holiness had to perform 'God's Arrival' twice in a row, killing Abel and heavily wounding the Silver Moon. However, he was not in good condition himself and returned to Lance. The war to the west is at an impasse in Tria."
At this point, he sighed. "Perhaps we will have a new pope."
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