Jeno sat at the top of the main hall and stared at the blood-soaked sunset in the distance. The faint sound of prayer echoes through the mountains, adding a touch of mystery to this beautiful scene.

As the sun slowly sets over the mountains, the church's evening prayers come to an end. Jeno stood up, spewing out a faint cloud of black gas from his mouth, and a faint golden glow began to appear on his face.

Looking at the sanctuary as they walked out of the prayer hall, Jeno smiled slightly, and he even began to like these guys a little. After all, the power of their prayers made him feel very, very comfortable. For the first time in his life, Jeno had experienced this feeling.

Morning and evening prayers are a must for every church member, and the content of prayers is the same and has not changed for hundreds of years. It's nothing more than something like singing the praises of the splendor of the Most High God. A few days ago, however, Jeno had brought back a thick stack of hymns, replacing all the morning and evening prayers. In the first half of the Churches, the Church sings the praises of the glorious Dismasson, and the content of the praise varies from day to day.

And the second half, it's a song of praise to Jeno, and it must be religious!

The Templars were accustomed to Jeno's incomprehensible orders. The rigor of the Templar meant that they sang the praises of Jeno with all their heart and soul.

At the end of the morning prayer, Jeno was as bright as a different person. It's just that when he walked down to the top of the hall and walked towards the teleportation hall, the brilliance on his body had already disappeared cleanly. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary Jeno with no power.

Jeno stood alone in the teleportation hall. Quietly waiting. There are more than a dozen small doors in the main hall, and behind most of the portals, there is a teleportation circle that leads to a certain cathedral. He didn't have to wait long before one of the small doors was opened, and the expressionless Starry Sky Sword Saint Prosis slowly walked out from behind the door.

Jeno took a few steps forward, saluted Prosis, and smiled, "Dear Mr. Prosis." You are willing to come, this is the splendor of the whole temple! ”

Prosis looked at Jeno. With a rare smile, he said, "There are many talented people in the Holy Hall of the Church of Light, and there will always be four or five opponents who can match me. Well, your magic is so strong, it's no wonder you're able to become the Master of the Templar at this age. ”

Prosis looked at Jeno, and finally his gaze fell on the blue starry sky on Jeno's waist, and his face darkened slightly.

Jeno took Prosis's expression in his eyes. But he just smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Pross, you are Anne's teacher. This time, I invite you to visit the greatest secret of the Great Temple of Light, the Temple of the Angels of Purgatory. Hopefully, it will be able to take you one step further in your understanding of power. ”

Hearing the words of the Purgatory Angel Temple, Prosis's face, which seemed to be completely devoid of joy and anger, couldn't help but be moved.

The Temple of the Angels of Purgatory was as dark and deep as ever, and the space was filled with unknown and strange powers. This power is invisible, but it seems to have a direct effect on the soul. Walking in the main hall, every time the footsteps break the silence. It will provoke a terrible cry, which echoes in the main hall.

Prosis had completely undisguised the surprise on his face, and from the moment he entered the main hall, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make a sound from his falling steps. But he didn't have time to delve into the secrets, because the first statue of the Angel of Purgatory was already in his sight!

Every temple. In front of each statue, Prosis would stand for a long time as if he had lost his soul. It wasn't until Jeno urged that he reluctantly walked to the next hall.

Jeno was very patient, and while accompanying Prosis through the halls, he asked casually, "Anne has always respected you very much during her lifetime, and it is obvious that you also liked her very much, otherwise you would not have left her the starry sky." ”

Prosis nodded, most of his mind still resting on the statue in front of him. After a long time, he replied, "She is the most talented of all my disciples. All the time. I treat her like my own daughter. ”

Jeno stood beside Prosis and watched him at the statue of the Angel of Purgatory. After a while, he said slowly: "Now that the pattern of the great war has been decided, the war in the mortal world has long become insignificant. I've heard that the Grand Duke and his army have captured Osinia, and that the next step is to march into the Asrofik Empire. Well, it looks like the Grand Duke won't be able to come back in a few months......"

Prosis frowned, and finally left the statue of the Angel of Purgatory and looked at Jeno. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Jeno's soul and find out what was really going on in his heart. Jeno stood with a smile, as if he had no sense of the murderous intent in Prosis' gaze.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and Prosis finally said, "Lord Jeno, your magic power is directly related to that of the old Master Hiero and Lhasa, and I have heard that your relationship with Anne is extraordinary. So this sharp blade of revenge should not be raised by me. ”

Jeno smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Prosis, you must be aware of the peculiarities of a person like me who converted to the Church after being captured. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching my every move in the dark! So as soon as I raised the blade in my hand, a strong hand must have pressed me down. ”

Prosis stared at Jeno for a while, then refocused his gaze on the statue of the Angel of Purgatory, and said lightly: "There are some enemies that cannot be provoked, and she is one of them. She's not as simple as it seems, and there are many secrets in her that you don't know. ”

Jeno was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "But I'll still provoke her." For Anne's sake, can you tell me when the Grand Duke's Mansion is not under your protection? ”

"Anytime."

Jeno nodded, not saying anything more.

The two walked slowly, but eventually came to the final twin halls.

Prosis looked up at the floating statue with a stunned expression on his face. He found. This statue is different from the statue in the main hall in front. There was a faint, but extremely majestic aura of arrogance in the statue. Prosis only felt that this faint aura seemed to have a thousand pressures in an instant, and for a moment, he had the urge to retreat and avoid it!

The Starry Sky Sword Master clenched his fists slightly, and faintly star chips began to float out around his body, which resisted this invisible coercion.

Prosis suddenly sighed, and the stars around him were flourishing. Walk slowly towards the statue.

He couldn't see it, but he could already feel the Tao beneath the statue. There is a surging and terrifying force. This power rose endlessly, with the purest and strongest divine aura, but it was pervasive, and even the soul of Prosis felt a burning pain. It felt like a raging flame of great power.