Port of Tulum, St. Cloud Cathedral.

On the top of the tallest tower, two pretty and elegant nuns were carefully serving Saint Attila and Rafa, cooking fragrant tea for the two on the spot, and constantly serving the freshly baked desserts.

St. Attila and Rafa sat at a small square table, looking out at the northeastern sky.

Speaking of it, the two of them have a bit awkward at this moment.

This "punitive" war was nominally initiated by the two. They should be the contact hub of the coalition forces, responsible for reconciling conflicts and conflicts between the coalition forces, and striving to make the coalition forces form a strong and powerful whole.

With the special status of the Golden Oak Church on the mainland, the two should belong to the core of the small group of people with the highest status, the most transcendent and the greatest power among the coalition forces!

But the embarrassment is that the two of them did nothing... The coalition was driven out of Tulun Port, and the coalition's extremely powerful coalition fleet was wiped out from the sea outside Tulun Port?

This is too embarrassing.

The coalition forces ran too fast and had no time to notify them, so they threw them in Tulun Port.

In their status and the strength of the church behind them, they were not afraid of what the Deron Empire would do to them...

But... this matter is really embarrassing.

Especially...

St. Attila and Margaret III had a shameful deal.

As for Rafa, he was the soul of Marquis Seajac and used secret techniques to invade Rafa's body.

Both of them were hooking up with the Delun Empire, but they didn't know about this matter yet... So, they gathered together to watch the battle, and they were really covered in sewage, with countless shameful thoughts rolling in their minds.

If Rafa hadn't been afraid of Saint Attila's personal strength.

If it weren't for St. Attila's family background that feared Rafa.

The two had long been using each other to kill each other in Tulum Port, and used this as a meritorious service to Heidra Fort.

"Grand of Rafa, what do you think of the prospects of this war?" St. Attila took a sip of fragrant tea and asked Rafa calmly. He still remembered the deal between Margaret III and him - to use this war as much as possible to weaken the military and national strength of other countries on the continent.

Rafa chewed the small cake in his mouth slowly.

He greeted the pastry chef in the cathedral in his heart - his soul is Marquis of Seajac, and naturally inherited the taste of Marquis of Seajac. As a traditional old Deren, his favorite pastry style is also traditional and heavy.

The pastries made by the pastry chef in the cathedral are too fancy.

Too much honey and cream were used in the small cake, and even a little too sweet cardamom powder was added... This small cake can be described as "glue-powdered" and "flowering".

He turned around and sent this guy to the stolen rack.

Rafa cursed hard in his heart. He swallowed the small cake with difficulty, raised the teacup, looked along the edge of the cup, and secretly looked at Saint Attila.

"My personal meaning is that the scale of the war should be expanded..." Rafa firmly fulfilled the order of Margaret III: "The Delun Empire needs to be beaten and beaten well. They must pay for the military expenses of the abyss...even this time, they must fulfill a larger, more support to the abyss battlefield."

"Whether human or material resources?" St. Attila looked at Rafa with a smile.

"Whether human or material resources," Rafa smiled and nodded.

"Then, let's jointly issue official documents to all countries... let them mobilize more fleets and armies." Saint Attila said slowly: "The temporary failure does not mean anything. I believe that with the joint efforts of the countries on the mainland, we will definitely teach this increasingly rampant Hydra a lesson."

Rafa smiled and nodded, took a sip of fragrant tea, and glanced over the two little nuns standing beside him.

St. Attila smiled, and then he said softly: "The Lord Rafa seems to have the same aesthetic as me."

Rafa raised his brows. As a year-old scum, he quickly smelled some of the 'character' in Saint Attila's words that only real scum can feel.

He whispered: "The St. Zion family is happy to be friends with the Crown... Ah, friends, they should have some common hobbies."

St. Attila raised his eyebrows.

He looked at Rafa in surprise - the perfect temptation result. The third sage official of the Holy Court actually hid such a... such a colorful personal world like him, just like him?

He followed the trend and looked at the two young nuns with a smile.

Rafa whistled softly.

The two of them relaxed at the same time, and they looked at each other with a smile. Since we were all scumbags wearing charlatan masks... Then, many of the things that followed were easy to do.

For example, to win over the other side to the empire?

The two of them were wandering in their minds at the same time.

Powerful and evil waves rolled from afar. In the sky in the northeast, large fog emerged out of thin air. Three young hydrazes roared, and their bodies expanded to a small length. They shook their huge heads and spurted out large areas of lightning, flames and poisonous gas from their mouths, and blasted towards a strange figure full of tentacles.

Salian stood above the head of a young Hydra, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and looked vigilantly at the figure who was as fast as lightning in the air.

He tried to attack with his sword several times.

But every time his sword edge narrowly brushed the other person's body and flew past him. Instead, the other person's tentacles had already cut several wounds deep into his body.

Salian was covered in blood, and he held the hilt tightly, moving more cautiously.

The attacks of three young Hydras blew up the hills northeast of Tulun Port, and thousands of acres of vineyards, olive forests and flower fields were wiped out in the flames and smoke.

On the ground, a figure in the Imperial Army uniform rushed into the air and attacked the tentacle figure.

But their attacks all returned in vain, and their speed was too slow to touch the other party.

Instead, the opponent's tentacles swayed slightly and shot those people in the Imperial Army uniforms heavily to the ground. In just a few breaths, at least nearly thirty elite Imperial Army soldiers were seriously injured, and even directly broke through the fatal keys and killed them on the spot.

St. Attila and Rafa stood up at the same time.

They looked at the three crazy teenage Hydras with vigilance, and even more afraid of the strange figure that turned like a flying turn.

"The Hydra secretly raised by the Delun Empire...their appearance is reasonable and not surprising at all."

"But, this guy."

Rafa murmured: "He stole a trace of the authority of the evil god. He transformed his body into the clone of the evil god... His body was already the body of the evil god, but it was under his complete control."

"These guys, can they actually deceive those terrible evil gods?" Rafa hissed: "They should be sent to the stolen rack."

Saint Attila looked at Salian, who had a few more blood marks on his body, and a golden divine flame gradually gushed out of his body.

Because of his deal with Margaret III, he would definitely not be able to sit idly by and watch Salian fall here.

Rafa was extremely anxious.

As a minister who made meritorious deeds in the Delun Empire, even if he was wearing Rafa's skin, his awe for the empire increased instead. He also could not watch Salian being killed here.

God knows what that crazy old woman would do?

Rafa felt that if Salian died before him, Margaret III could tear him apart alive.

So, Rafa's movements were faster than Saint Attila. Saint Attila was just ready to take action, and Rafa had already roared loudly out of the tower: "Here, you must be punished the most severely!"

But Rafa had just rushed far away, and a bishop in a light golden robe had already stood in front of him.

The bishop who felt the eyes raised the pure gold scepter in his hand: "Grand of Rafa, I have brought the will of His Majesty the Pope... Our church is just a witness in this war... We will never actually intervene in this war."

After saying some high-sounding words, the bishop lowered his voice.

"His Majesty the Pope asked me to tell you and the Covenant of St. Attila that it is not the best time for us to take action... I have brought the holy objects. When the holy objects light up, you and the Covenant of St. Attila can directly borrow the power of our Lord to punish those heresies. This is the Pope's, the original words."

The bishop handed Rafa a golden, burning oak leaf.

Rafa frowned. Is it not time for the church to enter?

Who cares about the damn old charlatan who hides in Dabou for many years is planning what... Rafa only knows that if he can't protect Salian, he will be killed.

Margaret III didn’t even need to take action. As long as she revealed her true identity, she would be cut into pieces by the Holy Court…

But the aura on this bishop who was in the way made Rafa feel a little depressed.

The pure gold scepter in his hand made Rafa feel a little inexplicable fear.

Raph had a high position and was of great power, but in the final analysis, he was just a new generation of the Golden Oak Church. His strength was probably at the upper-middle level in the huge church... And God knows how much foundation is hidden in the Golden Oak Church and how many terrible immortals are hidden.

Rafa laughed dryly: "Then, we..."

The bishop smiled: "We just need to wait quietly, and fate will naturally deliver everything we need to us."

The guy covered in tentacles, his tentacles suddenly became older and older.

Hundreds of thin tentacles were like a big net, tied up three young hydrazes tightly. Then the guy moved all over. The three young hydrazes, which were mostly halfway up, roared and flew up like a sandbag, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The entire Tulum Port was shaking violently.

More than a dozen tentacles tied up Salian's neck and limbs.
Chapter completed!