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Middle-earth, Temple of Light, Council Chamber,

The old pope sat in the central seat, and in front of him sat the high-ranking members of the temple.

“… Lawrence's body has been found, and his soul has been taken away by unknown demons, and he doesn't even have a chance to return to the Light God Domain, and Shalivan..."

When talking about Shalivan, the old pope clearly felt that the attitude of everyone in the hall was cold, and he no longer had the sadness and heaviness he had just now—it seemed that Shalivan was very unwelcome in the temple.

"Why, do you still remember the revenge of the Inquisition?" The white-haired Pope frowned and said solemnly,

"I know you don't have a lot of interest in Shalivan, the Pope of the Inquisition. After all, you are all members of the sect, and there are often conflicts with the Inquisition over the problems of some disciples. I can understand that we don't look at each other well. ”

"But!" The old pope changed his words,

"Who among you can deny his great strength.

Now, a saint-level temple pope has actually disappeared in the battle with the demons, and his life and death are unknown!

You still dare to say that the demons are not Erer!

Are you still in the mood to worry about those broken things about old sesame seeds and rotten grain! ”

The more the Pope spoke, the more angry he became, and finally he even yelled at the bishops.

And the bishops, who were very bad with Shalivan, were also speechless by the pope, and lowered their heads in shame one by one.

"The God of Light defeated the demons and gave mankind a free and happy life - this is all mentioned in the "Temple Memorabilia".

Even a three-year-old child outside the city is familiar with this incident.

But what was the situation 5,000 years ago, the believers outside don't know, don't you know?

The information left by the ancestors of the temple clearly records the power and terror of the demon race, have you all forgotten! ”

The old pope took a breath and forced himself to calm down his excitement,

"Yes! That's right! The ancestors wrote such an exaggerated way, which is suspected of highlighting merit; But it's the demons who are the enemies of the God of Light!

Even the God of Light did not wipe out the demons, but only drove them out of the continent. And who can guarantee that the demons will not make a comeback?

The prophetic prophecy and this grave failure are meant to let us know that if we don't pay attention, disaster is coming!

From today onwards, if anyone dares to neglect their duties and engage in a nest fight, they will take off their teaching clothes for me, do you understand! ”

"Yes!" The crowd replied loudly.

After speaking, the Pope took the teacup and moistened his throat, and asked Claire on the left:

"Any news from the North?"

"Not yet, but Bishop Chrysman and Bishop Gunther have already started a massive search, and maybe it will be rewarding in a while."

"Hmm," the old pope nodded, "what about the prophet, is there any progress?" ”

"Not either." Claire frowned, and said with heavy eyes:

"As soon as something happened in the north, I looked for Mr. Puning, but I don't know why, no matter how Mr. Puning perceives it, he can't get the prophecy about the demons."

"There's such a thing!"

"Can't even the Prophet Puning predict it..."

As soon as they heard Claire's report, the bishops present were also surprised, this was the first time they had heard of such a thing as a prophet not being able to get a prophecy!

"Quiet!" The old pope stopped the bishops' whispers and turned his gaze to Claire, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Puning's abilities?" ”

"No," Claire shook her head,

"Mr. Puning has deliberately done a test, and only when it comes to demons, the ability will be invalid."

"It's only when demons are involved..."

The old pope's eyes were cloudy, and it seemed that the enemy had mastered some kind of ability to resist the prophecy.

"Hear it, in these few battles between the temple and the demons, our temple has been defeated repeatedly, and now even the power of the prophet is useless. If this continues, we may usher in the ultimate destruction! ”

The council chamber fell silent for a while, and everyone thought about the questions related to the demons, and it seemed that the Pope's words were not useless.

"Anything else to report?"

"Your Excellency, the dean of this year's graduate school has been confirmed, it is the magic sword Eric." Claire replied immediately.

"Eric? It's the Six Saints. This person's reputation is not bad, and it is a good thing that he is the dean. The old pope nodded in affirmation.

"Now that the dean has been chosen, I don't need to worry about the academy for the time being, and focus on tracking down the demons first; Well, that's all for it. ”

The old pope stood up, took a serious look at the upper echelons of the temple present, and made a decision in his heart.

"Adjournment!"

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Passing through the narrow corridor made of white stones, the old pope entered a heavily guarded secret room.

It is said to be a secret room, but in fact it is more like a church, and the whole is a rectangular hall supported by eight stone columns, and several white luminous stones are placed on the ceiling, illuminating the confined underground space.

The most conspicuous feature of the church is a tall stone monument placed in the center.

Unlike the intricately carved columns around it, the stele is covered with swords, and the documents engraved on it are blurred, looking dilapidated and decayed, as if they were some artifact that had been baptized by war.

The old pope closed the door, came all the way to the tall stone tablet, took out the sacred book from his bosom, held it in his hand, and looked at the stone tablet reverently.

"My lord, your faithful servant has gone astray, please give him guidance..."

The divine word was chanted, and golden points of light floated out of the old pope, flew over a short distance, and merged into the tall stone tablet.

Buzz——!

The stele shook in vain, and a rich amount of light energy poured out from above.

The traces left by the sword began to recede, and those vague words began to become clear, turning into golden runes, floating away from the tablet and condensing into a glowing body in front of the old Pope—it was the clone of the God of Light descending on the continent of Darak!

As soon as he saw the God of Light, the old pope immediately bowed down and said excitedly:

"My lord, I offer you the highest respect!"

"My servant, what is the matter with calling me?" a neutral voice sounded, unable to distinguish between man and woman, and the God of Light spoke.

"My lord! The Demon Clan's relics have returned to Darak, and our temple has lost two high-level powerhouses, one of which is still a high-level powerhouse of the Holy Rank. ”

"Holy Rank High Order..."

The god of light seemed to remember something, and did not continue to respond to the pope.

But the Pope did not speak again, he bowed respectfully to the ground, quietly waiting for the God of Light.

I don't know how long it took for the God of Light to speak:

"The demons are not monolithic, as long as there is no leadership from the Demon Emperor, they will not invade Darak. You just need to find the string that pulls everything and purify it, and that's it..."

"But my lord, the prophet can't predict the demons anymore, what should we do with it?"

"Don't worry, as long as the demons are still in Darak, you can find it." The god of light waved his hand, and a golden token fell into the Pope's hand,

"This is a god card, the next time you find the demons, crush this god card. I'll come down to Dahlak and take it out myself. ”

"Yes."

Looking at the glowing god card, the old pope finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly retreated to the door of the room, and after a respectful salute, he left the secret room.

And the body condensed by the light points also began to disintegrate after the Pope left.

"Demons..."

An unknown voice sounded, and all the points of light dissipated, leaving only the broken and decaying stone monument...

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