He just finished speaking and immediately spit out a word.

Command 7 was activated immediately. He ordered the stone on the ground to protrude a sharp corner and suddenly penetrated his head! It exploded into red and white pieces.

This diocesan bishop was indeed called by God, but he did not know whether his soul could ascend to the kingdom of God.

The chief priest's face didn't look good, but at this moment, another old man walked into the church.

"He failed. He lost to himself. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." The old man said.

"Your Majesty..." The chief priest immediately saluted.

In the entire world, there is only one person who can make the chief priest of the state religion bow his head in salute and call himself "His Majesty"——

That is, the pope of the state religion.

"There are a lot of people like this lately, so it's hard work." Although the Pope is old, he still looks very energetic.

"It's my job, why is it so hard?" The chief priest bowed and said, his golden robe shining brightly in the light outside. He took a deep breath and regained his energy.

"Interpret the body, interpret the emotions, and then force recovery in a targeted manner?...Sooner or later you will collapse like this, so you still have to give yourself some time to rest." The Pope said to the chief priest with a sigh.

The chief priest in the golden robe lowered his head: "You can rest, but not yet. The turmoil caused by Daedalus is too great, too much. Even the bishop of the diocese has fallen into suspicion. These people...faith in the devil."

It has become very weak under the impact of guidance technology. Your Majesty, where are you——?"

"Everything is fine. Don't worry. By the way, I will handle the people who come to question the Bible. You go find Daedalus first," the Pope ordered.

The high priest instantly raised his head, his blue eyes began to flash, and the mask on his face almost became unstable. Around him, the space began to crack, the flow of time was gradually dissected and unfolded, and the molecules that made up the air collapsed and became the basis.

atoms, the ground became transparent, stones were decomposed, and wooden tables and chairs began to escape.

Everything is turned into "information" or "data flow".

They passively reveal their original essence, all "attributes", including quality, characteristics, quantity, size, speed, hardness, lifespan, and even their frequency and wavelength, accurate to the extreme time and space scale!

This is "Interpretation 9".

"Calm down." The Pope clapped his hands.

Suddenly, everything around him returned to normal, and the chief priest's expression returned to calm.

However, he still asked urgently: "Your Majesty, have you finally made up your mind to take action against Daedalus, the blasphemer? I think I can definitely..."

"Do you want to die? Die with him?" The Pope took a look and said.

"All I need is you..." The chief priest replied without hesitation. He wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the words got stuck in his throat.

His originally bright blue eyes darkened and he lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

"I don't blame you. Go find Daedalus. Just think of it as a way to relax yourself. Interpretation is a heavy load on your body. If you are stuffing information about the nature of the world into your mind every moment, you will collapse sooner or later.

Yes, give up the interpretation, then go to Daedalus and persuade him to come to Harvar, but do not conflict with him," the Pope ordered.

"Is this His Majesty's arrangement? Or is it?" He glanced at the image as if it meant something.

"Don't guess so much. This is just an ordinary thing, and there is no essential difference from other tasks." The Pope said: "Then go and get busy. I also have other things to do. Look, another one is coming."

He looked towards the passage extending from the door. A middle-aged priest wearing a white robe with gold thread on the edge was limping over with hesitant steps and hesitant eyes.

A white robe with gold thread indicates that he is a priest of a cathedral in a certain area and is the backbone of the state religion.

And there are a lot of people like this coming recently.

There are even apostles from heaven who come to seek solutions, which was something that would never happen in the past.

"Then... I will go to find Daedalus, the blasphemer. Your Majesty, please take care of yourself." The high priest bowed and then disappeared.

Magic 9 is so convenient. As long as you have the coordinates, you can go anywhere. Unlike other mages, they don't even need to worry about magic power, because as long as all the magic power is not exhausted at once, then the magic power of Magic 9

It's endless. They can pry magic power from nature anytime and anywhere for their own use. The key to encirclement and killing magic 9 is how to quickly burn out the opponent's magic power in a short period of time.

Contrary to the usual convenience, once the magic power is completely exhausted, an extremely large amount of magic power is needed to restore the previous state. This is similar to the siphon principle. The magic 9 at the low level and nature at the high level require the magic 9 itself.

Only with a certain amount of magic power can you leverage the magic power of nature. Once your own is not enough, nature will also lose its response.

All magic 9s know this truth. It is absolutely impossible to kill another magic 9 before forcing the other party to use miraculous magic to drain their own magic power.

The Archbishop knew it, and so did Daedalus.

"Go to see Daedalus...but just to persuade him not to provoke him?" He traveled through space and landed in a wilderness, and his eyes became cold.

"Ah."

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Lu En and Bai were halfway through their meal, but Lu En seemed normal. He was eating as usual, praising Kara and Bai, and occasionally asking about Bai's situation and the recent major events in Larante.

Of course Bai always answered truthfully, but the little girl's expression became more and more distressed.

The melancholy, like the clear mountain spring flowing in the cracks in the rocks, gradually spread in the girl's heart.

The dim candlelight and the bright moon in the sky sparsely cast shadows on the girl's white shirt, and the green and tender bulge on her chest seemed to have become more three-dimensional.

Probably because of nervousness, she bit her lower lip gently with her teeth. The gentleman in front of her looked away, as if she was lost in thought again.

"That... sir?" she whispered, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

The gentleman didn't seem to hear it. His hands were cutting the meat mechanically, and he began to frown, obviously thinking about some difficult problem.

The girl who didn't get an answer sat on a chair and stared blankly at the person opposite.

On the candlestick, a red and yellow flame burned.

The red firelight reflected on the side of the girl's face. It was hard to tell whether her cheeks were red because of shyness or the firelight.
Chapter completed!