The faint morning light quietly sprinkled on every corner of the secret realm, and looking out from the white stone pillars of the corridor, the mountains were all brightly lit and colorful.

Even though he knew that none of these beautiful landscapes were natural, Jeno still felt a pang of joy in his heart. At this moment, his face was pale, and his feet were floating. If it weren't for the fact that Jeno had already spied on the power of the Heavenly Flame through the Flame Giant Sword left by the Angel of Force, and converted all the power in his body into divine attributes, how could he possibly gain a foothold in the Holy Flame?

As long as there is the slightest trace of darkness or death in his body, it will be like a drop of honey, channeling all the destructive power in the Holy Flame into Jeno's body.

Although Jeno's body was like a demonic beast, the Heavenly Flame was enough to easily dissociate the steel, even if he could fight with the divine power of the same attributes, how could words describe the burning pain on his soul?

Along the way, Jeno saluted him with the utmost respect in the Templars he encountered. Jeno smiled and returned the salute one by one. He knew in his heart that if these churches knew that he had lost all his strength at this moment, he didn't know if they would immediately rush up and kill them in spite of the strict rules of the church. However, he believed that with the eyes of these churches alone, he could not see his own reality at all.

Jeno was like a weary lion at the moment, walking among the wolves with his head held high.

In fact, even if the Templars knew that Jeno was very weak, they might not dare to come up and do it. In that day's dragon slaying battle, not only did the three-headed dragon that the Templars had never heard of before fall in front of Jeno, but the colorful dragon that was as beautiful as a god and as powerful as a god also fell! And only in the last moment. The beautiful colorful dragon also has the absolute upper hand, and it seems that it is going to kill Jeno!

Even the legendary dragon has fallen in front of this ruthless and unrighteous Jeno, so what existence can stop him?

After this battle, all the templars showed a little more visceral fear in their apparent respect for Jeno.

Jeno walked to his main hall while admiring the view. At the main entrance of the main hall, Thera was standing from Zoyo. Looking around anxiously. Seeing Jeno slowly moving forward, a burst of joy crossed her face. Directly added acceleration and flying skills to himself, and quickly rushed to the front of Jeno.

"Dear Templar Master, you are finally here! Moon...... Mingyue seems to have changed somewhat, I can't be sure, but the aura in your room is completely different from before...... "Although Jean is anxious, she still maintains her proper etiquette.

Jeno only heard the word Mingyue, and his figure immediately flashed. has disappeared without a trace.

Outside the main hall, Serra stood for a moment, sighed heavily, and flew towards the main hall. Everyone in the Sanctuary knew how important the little girl named Mingyue was in Jeno's heart. If something really happened to her, then Jeno would be furious and would probably kill all the Advent Angels. When Serra realized that the breath in the room was wrong, she thought about breaking down the door. But in the face of the two gates that alternated between frost and turquoise, she had tried her best. But you can't even get within five meters of the gate!

Sera was finally determined to satisfy Jeno as much as possible. As long as she can give him no excuse to go to trouble the angels who have descended, she can give everything. Thera was puzzled by the Pope's decision, and was angry at Jenodi's misdeeds. She was an angel who had descended, and had used her identity to quietly pray to the gods of the heavenly realm and the high-ranking angels, but no matter how hard she tried. There just wasn't any response.

When Jeno stood in front of the door of his dormitory, the frost and brilliance that would change many times on the door disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the two brass doors looked the same.

Jeno frowned, stood with his hands in his hands, and was silent.

Hush.

A gentle gust of wind blew in through the window, swept up the brass door, met the block, and folded back.

The two gates, which are sturdy, heavy, and have a history of hundreds of years, suddenly turned into extremely fine copper powder in the wind, and were reflected in the morning light. A faint golden mist filled the entire hall.

In the golden mist. The figures of two girls slowly emerged, both with silver eyes and blue eyes. They all looked at the suddenly disappearing gate with amazement, completely unexpected. They glanced at each other, the surprise on their faces instantly replaced by frost, and they each turned their heads away, neither looking at the other.

Jeno looked at the two girls silently, unable to speak.

He already understood why Sera was panicking. At this moment, the breath of the bright moon loomed, and it was no longer the situation when the murderous aura was overflowing a few days ago. And Nephie's body began to faintly reveal a turquoise glow, and she began to show a faint aura of strength.

But none of that matters.

Jeno looked at Mingyue and then at Nephi, and so on, seemingly endlessly.

Last night, it was Jeno who endured the holy flame and endured the pressure of Wan Jun all night. For him, the night was naturally very long. A long time should just be a feeling, but seeing Mingyue and Nephie at this moment, Jeno suddenly felt that last night seemed to be really, really long.

At this moment, Mingyue has grown a head taller, and she will always float in the air, if she stands on the ground, she is not much shorter than Jeno. She looked fifteen or sixteen years old, her childishness had disappeared, and her supreme beauty made Mingyue's whole person shrouded in light smoke, like a dream.

On the other side, Nefi has become twelve or thirteen years old, and his growth rate is even more amazing. She looks a little shorter than Mingyue, and her face is still a little childish, but her appearance is extremely delicate, if she is fully grown, she should not be much inferior to Mingyue. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two girls is their temperament.

The bright moon is as cold as ice, both cold and proud. And Nephie looked lively and lovely, until I saw pity.

"Fighting again?" Jeno asked coldly.

Both girls shook their heads at the same time, firmly denying.

Jano smiled wryly and habitually stretched out his hands to the two girls. As a result, Jeno saw a flower in front of him, and Mingyue threw himself directly into his arms. And Nefi climbed on his shoulders. It's just that now they are actually quite small, and it is really difficult to shrink into Jenodi's arms.

Jeno looked at Mingyue at a very close distance, and couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy. And Mingyue seems to have grown up with her body, and she is no longer the little girl who didn't care about anything in the past. She looked at Jeno blankly, equally stunned, and a little unresponsive for a while.

A small cloud of icy wind suddenly exploded in the main hall, and Jeno snorted. Fly backwards. While he was still in the air, he straightened up. It froze in the air.

And Mingyue stood in the hall, her silver eyes turned to the side, and she seemed to be a little afraid to look at Jeno. She was calm on the surface, but a pair of slender hands unconsciously grasped the placket of her clothes.

And Nephie had no scruples, sitting on Jeno's shoulders in a big way, with a pair of long legs swinging around his chest, looking extremely proud.

At this moment of inexplicability. There was a rush of footsteps outside the main hall, and a templar rushed to Jeno at full speed, saluting Jeno and saying, "Dear Lord of the Templar, the Cardinal of Berke of Lille has sent news that the poet you are looking for has been brought to St. James's Cathedral, waiting for your orders. There was confusion in his tone, wondering why Jeno had suddenly remembered to search for the poet in such a big way.