Christopher stood on the devastated gravel ruins, his breathing seemed to be still at this moment. The scattered buildings in the past have turned into ruins, the bustling noisy streets are as quiet as the bustling scene, and the prosperous and rich scene presents a shocking purgatory on earth.

The sky is covered with darkness and haze, endless sorrow and despair grow wildly, and the silent and indifferent darkness separates everything in the world, like a heavy funeral of death.

The melodious bagpipes sounded with sad separation, the beauty of memory was submerged in the collapse, the group of ghosts sang and moaned mournful elegies in the dead silence, the children who had chased and played in the alleys, the hikers who were lingering, the enthusiastic vendors in the downtown, the sweaty hard workers, the guards who worked hard on patrol, the gorgeous stage of the world, and the final thing left was the decay lingering in the air.

Cold, painful.

The heart seemed to be clenched tightly, the hands and feet couldn't help but tremble, the blood in the body seemed to solidify, the flames burning in the chest almost swallowed up reason, Christopher whistled to the sky, venting the depression of grief and anger in his heart.

After a long time, he suddenly disappeared into the ruins.

The solemn and magnificent Holy Light Cathedral stands so abrupt in the endless desolation that even the pillar of divine punishment that annihilates everything cannot destroy it.

When Christopher appeared in the Cathedral of Holy Light, countless priests in white robes all appeared around him and knelt down and couldn't get up.

"Welcome to the return of the Bishop."

"I want to know who destroyed Port Louis!"

Christopher asked coldly as he looked at the priests.

"Report to the Bishop, when the disaster of Port Louis came, the observation crystal clearly recorded all the images." A priest who was kneeling on the ground held up a fist-sized crystal with both hands and said tremblingly.

Christopher stretched out his hand. The crystal in the priest's hand suddenly floated in front of him. A light flashed, and gradually appeared inside the figure of Adelina performing divine punishment.

It turned out to be her?

Christopher's pupils shrank, and his whole body emitted a terrifying aura, which immediately made the priests around him fall to the ground and moan in pain.

"Transfer it to the headquarters as the first sequence! I want the entire Elderland to know the crime she committed! Everyone! A new jihad is about to begin!"

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...

In the dark hall, the swaying firelight reflected the colorful carved windows, and the pale walls were flashing with shadows.

"Danihochen, you're injured."

A low, thick, magnetic sound echoes in every corner.

"Yes."

Dannyson, wearing a black gold-edged robe, closed his eyes and looked as indifferent as ever, but his delicate and handsome face exuded an unusual grayish-white look.

"I heard from Ophelia what happened in Port Louis. Are you sure that the girl swallowed the relics we are determined to win and became a messenger of God?" the voice said leisurely.

"Yes." Deniuschen said calmly.

"That's why you fought Christopher for her and even suffered an irreversible serious injury?" said the voice.

"Yes." Denioshen repeated the same answer.

"Do you know, now most of Port Louis is destroyed in the hands of that girl."

"I don't know." Dannyoshen's answer finally changed.

"Because of your actions, the Holy Temple of Light will definitely count all her actions on us."

"I know."

"We have devoted decades of careful deployment in Port Louis and achieved our best efforts, but we have not obtained anything. We even have to endure the anger that is about to pour out in Elderland. Is it all worth it?"

"If we can welcome the God-Empress, I believe that it is all worth it."

"Welcome? Dannyson! Do you value that girl too much?"

"No, for I have sensed the will of my Lord in the underworld of God's envoy."

"My Lord..."

"Yes, I will never admit my Lord's unique breath."

At this time, Deniuschen slowly opened his eyes, and a strangely fanatical color appeared in his bright black and white eyes.

"I believe that my Lord must be parasitized by the God's envoy's crown, and will sooner or later be resurrected and reborn in this world! At that time, the entire continent will be completely engulfed in the glory of my Lord!"

"Danihochen, the organization will not bet on everything because of your judgment." The voice said silent for a long time.

"So, I will personally welcome my lord back!" said Denioshen.

"Don't forget that you are injured, and the enemy you face will not only be the Holy Temple of Glory, but even the balance of arbitration and the Song of Pale may intervene." The voice said coldly. "No, or the forces lurking in the entire continent will emerge one by one. It's been so many years... This is the first time that someone dares to commit a heinous crime that shocks the continent!"

"My lord is my destiny!" Denioshen said calmly.

"The organization has decided to hide the forces on the mainland completely to avoid the anger that touches the mainland and fall into a catastrophe. The organization will not take the risk of taking action until you successfully capture the target!" said the voice.

"I know." Denioshen said.

"Good luck."

After the voice was spoken, the whole hall suddenly became bright, but Denniuschen was the only one in the empty and quiet space.

He closed his eyes again and disappeared in an instant.

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...

"The storm is coming."

Prous stood on the side of the ship, looking at the distance with lightning serking, the rolling clouds covering the sky and the earth sighed, and then immediately shouted to the sailboat at the mast: "Dylan! Take the sail!"

"Okay Captain!"

As a veteran with rich sailing experience, the crew of the Oak have long been accustomed to any harsh sea weather conditions. Before Prous issued the order, sail driver Dylan had already begun to prepare for sail reduction.

As the sails landed, the air began to become more and more stuffy and depressed, and the sea breeze and waves gradually became fierce.

"Captain! Captain!"

At this time, Anphil suddenly ran out of the cabin, and after seeing Prous giving orders at the side of the ship, he hurried forward and shouted.

"Anphel! Why are you coming out? Didn't you see the storm coming? Go back and stay in the cabin!"

When Prous saw Anfir, his face immediately pulled him down.

"Captain! I'm coming out and there's something urgent to tell you!" Anphir said gasping.

"What's the matter?" Prous frowned slightly.

"Miss Adrina asked me to tell you just now that Your Excellency Xialan wants to see you!" Anfield said.
Chapter completed!