Bishop Radnezi sat down in the open space in front of the idol, and a group of papal seekers he had brought with him, including me, naturally sat down with him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You may be seated, my dear Mayor Lauretta, and all places are a promised land under the light of God." When Bishop Radnezzi said this, Laureta was already seated.

"Dear Lauretta, when did the idol come?" Radnezi asked.

"The night nine days ago." Lauretta replied.

After asking this question, Bishop Radnezzi never asked anything about miracles, and then he was talking to Lauretta about Esmunger's daily management, although Laureta did not carry out any administration, but he knew everything about Esmunger, which has to be said to be one of Lauretta's abilities.

After some time of this boring exchange, Radnetzi sent Lauretta back.

After Lauretta left, Bishop Radnezzi turned his back to us and said, "The power that emanates from above is not the power of the pure god of light, but it is not unreasonable to say that it is the power of the gods, so I will be here to understand this power during this time. You can also come here, but you will be back to the Central Auditorium tomorrow evening at the latest. Radnezzi closed his eyes.

The others also quickly closed their eyes when they heard this, and it seemed that the thirst for power within the Holy See of Light was also so urgent.

They're all like this, and it's hard for me to get up and leave, but what do I have to understand about my own strength? The only thing worth understanding is why they all regard this power as true divine power, and the only difference between them and ordinary light power is the addition of soul breath.

I had long ago asked the Lich Spirits what the difference was between the power of gods and men, but the Lich did not answer me on the grounds that the will of the world would not allow it. Could it be that the difference between the power of God and man is soul energy?

Although I can attach soul breath to my own magical power that radiates outside my body, I can't do such a thing with the magic power in my body, and although my will can find a place to store magic, my soul energy can't find a way to enter.

I sat here for a while and then got up and left, no one paid any attention to me, and I didn't wake anyone, but I knew that Bishop Radnezi would be able to know about my departure, and that was what he should be able to achieve. I, as Esmunger's independent priest, and his absence from communicating with me speaks for itself.

The next day, the lord of the city of Doren appeared in this place, and he did not take many people on the trip like Radnetzi, probably because he was a pure warrior and did not like to be bound by some red tape and unnecessary ceremonial personnel, which of course I learned later.

Whether it is his tight muscular earthworm body, or the strong breath of life emanating from his body, or the feeling of oppression emanating from his simple body, it can be seen that he is a pure warrior. If there is no mistake in perception, he should be a ninth-level warrior, and the warriors who have entered the transcendent saint rank basically will not just be the lord of a city, they will either be in a high position, or they will devote themselves to the pursuit of extreme strength.

I wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet with Killian, the supreme power in Toron, but it was Lauretta who called me over.

Killian was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with short upside-down brown hair and a smile on his face, and he was happily patting Lauretta on the shoulder as I passed. This man, if he weren't for his outstanding strength, would probably be buried in the blink of an eye if he was placed in the pile.

When he saw me coming, he stood up and said, "You are Andrew, I was talking about you just now, but I didn't expect a priest of the Bright Sect to have such a warrior strength, it's really powerful." ”

I respectfully saluted him and said, "Dear lord of the city, God will bless you. ”

He laughed when he heard this, "I don't want to be blessed by God, people who receive God's blessing usually die, I want to get your blessing, the Bishop of a new Holy City." When Killian said this, his face was clearly full of confidence and cunning.

I don't know what kind of confidence and ability he has to influence the internal decisions of the Holy See of Light, but no matter what kind of influence he has, I will not stay here. Even if this is really a new holy city, and I really become a bishop here, it seems like a step to the sky, but because of the geographical location of Esmunger, the role of being a bishop here is actually no different from me being an independent priest.

Besides, if I really stay here and take the position, I will definitely go against the will of some people in the central auditorium of Duolun City, then it will basically block my possibility of promotion. Taking a step back, if I do stay here as a bishop, I can only be a puppet who is completely obedient to Killian or Radnezzi.

I've figured out this kind of thing for a long time, so I already have a solution in the price I put for Lauretta.

I looked up at Laurita, who understood what I meant, so I walked over to Killian and explained it to him. After hearing this, Killian was very curious, and opened his mouth to say, "Is there still such a means in this world? ”

I nodded. He stepped forward and continued, "So can you tell me what the method is?" I'm curious about that. "I couldn't figure out what he meant, it stands to reason that a city lord should not ask others about the magic used so directly, after all, in this world where power is everything, a unique magic may be more important than life.

"No comment," I said.

Killian didn't say anything and lunged at me with his fist, and I don't know why, but I didn't have much time left for such a short distance.

I directly silently sent the lava shield and masking armor, it is impossible for the soul power to cover the whole body during this time, and can only temporarily fill the arm that is going to receive the attack directly, as soon as I completed these actions, Killian's attack has already arrived, I only feel the huge force and pain coming from the arm, and the arm bone seems to be directly shattered.

The next moment, the undead aura that existed in the depths of my bones awoke, and the magical elements of light and darkness in my body flowed out directly without my mobilization, converging into my arm bones.

Killian withdrew his fist and took a step back, my arms crossed to block his punch, but my body was much more backward than before, and there was a long, deep scar at my feet. The arm didn't look like it had changed, it had actually been broken once, but it had been quickly repaired by the undead breath.