"Huh~" William burped, he touched his little belly comfortably, and finally ate enough.

He had been here for seven days, and the Pope of Light had no intention of disturbing him, let alone stopping him from eating the little white fish in the magic pond.

"I have to say, this thing is a kidney tonic holy relic, I didn't expect the Pope of Light to be able to use this kind of thing, hehe, it is worthy of only tired cows, no ploughed fields, and the super saint must also abide by this kind of rules of heaven and earth."

William glanced outside the courtyard, and then put the few remaining fish tails into the other space and raised them, and he estimated that he would have to live on this thing in the future.

His Royal Highness then left the courtyard and headed to the meeting hall where many of the saints had already arrived.

After entering, he found that the seats in the conference hall were basically full.

It's just a bit surprising that there aren't too many powerhouses at the peak of the Holy Rank.

In fact, they are not very busy, and it is impossible for them to be in the outpost of suppressing the dark world, it is completely because they do not want to be instructed.

This group of people is used to being high-minded, and they don't bother to pay attention to the orders of the Pope of Light, and they can find out the holy position powerhouses under their command to participate in the meeting, which is already considered to be a face.

But.

Some peak saints chose to ignore it.

However, some of the most famous and powerful peak saints attached more importance to the attitude of the Pope of Light than those people.

The Legendary Continent won't say much.

Sunset Chapel, Death Sun.

Zhige Empire, Peerless War Saint.

The Frost Empire, the Frost Witch, this person already has the blood of the imperial family, and now the ancestor of the Frost Emperor.

After the three of them arrived sparsely, they also attracted the attention of many saints, and they all stepped forward one by one, trying to make a ruthless move.

Besides.

Quiles of the Holy Empire of Middle-earth, this person was wearing a scarlet armor, and when he sat in his seat, the two sages beside him did not dare to talk to him.

Because this one is the strongest in Middle-earth, and the most warlike.

He stepped into the Holy Realm at the end of the Second Age and almost became one of the twelve Sages of the Human Race, but even if he was not chosen, he was still the pinnacle Sage who smashed many Saint Rank powerhouses and exterminated countless dark creatures.

Even in the later stages of the game, after the birth of some hidden peak saints in Middle-earth, they were still no match for Quires.

Ultimately.

Some of the Sages have set their sights on a magician.

Runemage.

After the split of the Continent of the Gods, this old guy who had lived for countless years named the split continent with his own strength, which is now the Rune Continent.

The Rune Magic Holy Land he created was a paradise for countless law professionals in the Rune Continent, and they were all proud to enter the Rune Magic Holy Land, and there were more Holy Rank powerhouses under his command than the Terran Empire.

If the Terran Empire of the Rune Continent is the Heavens, then the Rune Magic Holy Land is the Heavenly Court that controls the Heavenly Realm, and the forbidden magician in it is also one of them.

"The rune mages are here, and the peak saints of the other continents still don't give face to the Pope of Light, I guess they have pills." Some of the Sages gasped.

"The pinnacle saint, there must be a little temper, the Pope of Light said so many cruel things at the beginning, it is estimated that some people feel unhappy."

"But that's super holy."

"Actually, I also found out that since the rune mages are here, it seems to be enough to prove the current status of the Pope of Light."

The two Terran Sages were discussing.

As early as the Third Age, there were people discussing who the strongest person in the entire Continent of the Gods was.

There is no doubt that only those few people can make the list.

Because the peak saints are also strong and weak.

But the strong people who can be on the list are all famous existences without exception.

For example, the Peerless Battle Saint, the Rune Mage, the Quiles, the Divine Angel of the Feather Clan, and the Holy Armor of the Temple of the Killing God are first-class powerhouses.

As for the elves?

emmm, the hiding is too deep, I don't know who can be selected, the strongest person on the surface of the elf race, only the high level of the holy position, this is not realistic at all, but others can't come up with evidence.

Dwarves?

Well, it's not that they're hiding too deeply, it's that they're too cowhide to die, and the peak saints have basically all fallen, and even if there are numbers, they are very rare, and they can't be ranked.

Not to mention the elves and dwarves, those who are on the list are the most famous as rune mages and the god angel of the feather clan, Migaara, and think that even if there will be a real strongest person in the future, they will be selected from these two.

But at that time, the Pope of Light was far from being ranked, but no one would have thought that he would now become the real number one in the world.

William had found his place at this time, he was like a well-behaved little rabbit, trying not to attract the attention of others, obediently lying on the table and munching on carrots.

Saints.

Not weak, but also caught three dark monarchs.

can be compared with this group of bigwigs, people have to die more than people!

People can pinch themselves to death with one finger.

But that's a bit interesting.

He's the only legend in the entire conference hall!

His aura is so unique, and his appearance is so high, it is impossible not to attract the attention of others.

At this time, there were already many female sages who had lost their eyes to him again, and it seemed that they were planning to support him.

emmm, the rich woman happy ball or something is indispensable, which makes His Royal Highness the prince can only squint, staring at his own table, and not daring to look elsewhere at all.

The Temple of Light is too dangerous, and he wants to go to the dark world.

Don't ask why you didn't go back to Dawn!

But just when His Royal Highness the Prince was feeling pressure.

A Feather Holy Angel, led by Lancelot, also slowly walked into the conference hall.

Many of the Sages in the hall fell silent.

Because that's not an ordinary holy angel.

It's the strongest person in the Feather Clan, that is, Migaara, who is known as a divine angel!

This person is the second holy angel in the history of the Yu clan since its birth!

A super old antique who has lived for an unknown number of years, many people are speculating that he is a holy powerhouse born at the end of the First Age, the Age of Mythology.

William was at the back of the queue at this time, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, the big guy came too much, and the momentum was too strong, he was a little blind.

"Hey, I wouldn't have come to participate if I knew about it, so I could have asked Lancelot to introduce me to the content of the meeting." His Royal Highness the Prince is a little tangled.

"Hey!"

William turned his head in horror and glanced at the bastard who patted him on the shoulder.

"Groove, I'm scared to death, why are you here?"

Georg touched the top of his hair with his hand, and said with a smile, "Join the council for our lords." ”

"The Pope of Light personally informed that your president is also a real skin, and he didn't even attend in person?" William shrugged.

"It's okay, if you hadn't sold my mentor a new pet, he would have come a long time ago."

"Rub, why do you still blame me?" His Royal Highness the Prince was speechless, but he hurriedly said: "But you still dare to come out, I'm really not afraid that your big baby will be taken away by some guys." ”

Georg narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I'm sorry, I carry my big baby with me, I can go wherever I want, hehe, hehe, ...... Cough. ”

"........." William pondered for three seconds, silently gave a thumbs up, expressed his admiration, and secretly prayed for Agareth, hoping that he would not be tortured and abused too exaggeratedly, and it was best to ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

He was wrong.

He shouldn't have sold it to Gerog as an item, he was wrong...... It's so cheap!

William had an acquaintance by his side, even if he was a saint of the Demon Hunter Guild, His Royal Highness the Prince finally breathed a sigh of relief and relieved a lot of pressure.

As the number of saints in the conference hall increased, until the moment the door was closed.

The Pope of Light finally appeared in the center with the holy light, silently pretending to be forced.

The saints fell silent and looked at the guy in front of them, not knowing what was going on in their heads.

His Royal Highness the Prince also sat down obediently to prevent being taken as a model and being taken out by the Pope's teacher.

The young pope, who looked like he was in his twenties, glanced around, and said with a smile: "Now that everyone is here, let's not talk nonsense, the first council of saints has officially begun." ”

No one responded.

The Pope of Light doesn't need anyone to respond, it's enough for others to listen.

So he spoke again: "There are three main purposes of this meeting, the descending of the gods, the dark world, and the reincarnation of the gods. ”

"Let's start by saying that the gods have descended, five words, they are enemies, and the vast majority of them are enemies, mortal enemies!"

"Is anyone against it?"

No one reached out against it.

"Okay, next topic."

William twitched, Your Majesty, you really cherish words like gold!

"Dark World, I united the major forces some time ago to jointly launch an invasion of the Dark World, and now there are seventy-six outposts that have completely gained a foothold and become a nail in the Dark World, we can not only obtain great resources and benefits from it, but also absorb a lot of continental luck!" When the Pope of Light said this, the complexions of all the saints changed more or less.

Obviously.

They also felt that the Qi Luck of the Gods Continent was improving overall, which would help their cultivation and even bring them one step closer.

Then the Pope of Light spoke again: "For the Holy One, you should understand that the resources of the Continent of the Gods are eternal, and the luck will not increase or decrease, we want to make the Continent of the Gods have more luck, and we want more professionals to be sanctified, and even let more Saints step into the realm of super-saints!" ”

At this time, he chuckled: "That can only reduce the enemy's luck." ”

"And who has the most luck?"

"Sage, Dark Monarch, Gods."

"Whenever such an existence falls, their own luck will feed back to the entire continent, and if their bodies are not refined into equipment, they will gradually dissipate in the endless years, returning countless magical powers to heaven and earth, thus forming new resource veins."

"These are all ways to increase your luck."

"But even if the history of the Age of Mythology is erased, you should more or less understand that in that era, the Dark World and the Continent of the Gods were often at war, right?"

Some of the Sages nodded thoughtfully.

"That's because whoever wins one step will get great luck and bring them greater benefits."

"Of course, the luck brought by more than seventy outposts is actually not much, especially the battle for luck in the mainland, I can't see too many changes in a short period of time, this is a protracted war, if the gods have not come, I even want to take the initiative to attack and slaughter hundreds of dark monarchs, so that you can occupy the dark world!"

"Still."

"It's too late!" The Pope of Light took a deep breath, and this time he pointed to the top of his head: "The time for the gods to come is too close, if I dare to do that, there will definitely be a Lord God who will come down to stop me, and even cause the gods to descend to earth early." ”

"The Pope of Light is the first supreme saint in several eras, is he still afraid of being stopped by a few main gods?" Divine Angel Migaro chuckled.

"Am I your father?" The Pope of Light looked back and spoke.

"You...... You repeat? Migaro, the angel, gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Since I'm not your father, why am I used to you, and it's your turn to speak when I speak?" The Pope of Light approached step by step, and with an invisible and shadowless momentum, he forced the divine angel Migala to sit in his seat again, but the others did not feel anything.

This kind of nuanced control, this unbelievably powerful strength, all make people gasp.

And the rune mage's eyes were also filled with countless runes at this time, but he still couldn't see through what the Light Pope's means were.

He originally thought that when he saw the Pope of Light make a move, even if he tried a little harder, he would be able to parse something without saying anything.

But the Pope's methods are like the power of rules at a higher level, so that he has no way to see the seams.

"Sure enough, the gap between the Super Saint and the Saint is too big, and it is not a level of strength at all." The rune mage sighed, and could only secretly laugh at Migaara's bad luck.

This thing, like myself, just wants to test and tempt.

But the Pope of Light really didn't give face at all, and exploded on the spot with a direct blow, and the angry Migalo almost rose into the sky and left the venue directly......

But at this time.

The young Pope no longer cared about his 'son', but said again: "It's not that I can't stop one or two strong gods, but if I dare to slaughter the Dark Monarch, they will dare to slaughter you, if you are not afraid of death, we can also try, anyway, I can't die......"

"Ahem, then forget it, what do you say to strive for greater luck?"

"Wooing the reincarnation of the gods, fighting the gods against the gods, there seems to be a certain balance between them, they have certain interests, and they will not really kill without being pushed to the extreme."

"Only by pitting them against each other can we get a chance to rise and survive." With a wave of the Pope's hand, a curtain of light appeared.

These are all portraits of reincarnated gods.

And William twitched.

MMP。

The family in Dawning City is all on it.

This situation naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The Pope of Light said again: "If the gods are on our side, they will inevitably bring us a lot of luck.

As for the future war, it will not be the war of races as you imagine.

It's a war between the Holy Way and the Shinto! ”

"The Lord of the Era will also be a person, not a race."

"Although racial luck has a lot to do with personal luck, the first thing you think about is how to survive."

"Win over those reincarnated gods, so that they give up their plans to enslave the living beings of the world again......"

"If we were the only ones, how could we defeat the gods?"

"Have you forgotten the original name of this continent?"

"Continent of the Gods."

"They are the first creatures born on this continent!"

"They are the masters of this continent!"

"Was, and still is."

"It's just that while they are asleep, we have become stronger step by step from ants!"

"But it can't be denied that the gods are still the masters of this heaven and earth, because their power, their talents, and their strength are far stronger than ours!"

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