The Holy Mountain, the headquarters of the Holy See, is located in the southernmost part of the continent of San Cassis.

The Holy Mountain is not a mountain, but a city, a city of soldiers.

If the world's combat power is divided into ten parts, perhaps the holy mountain will occupy five parts.

In addition to the Legion of the Holy Dragon Knights, who are stationed in the Holy Mountain City all year round, the Ascetic Hall, the Templar Camp, and the Holy See Mage Tower are all scattered around the Holy Mountain City.

In addition to the Captain of the Holy Dragon Knight Legion, who has entered the Sword Saint Realm, Albert, one of the two major Saint-level mages on the continent, majoring in the space system, and a Holy Light Magister and two Magi Wizards sit in the Holy See Mage Tower all year round.

In addition, there are also many masters in the Holy See Ascetic Order under the command of the Great Pope, not to mention the Holy Light Department cultivator who is unfathomable to the Great Pope himself.

In the Council of the Light of the Fathers, several of the leaders of the Holy See gathered.

The Great Pope, dressed in dark gold, stood in front of the statue of the Holy Father with his eyes slightly closed, holding a blood-red magic topology map in his hand.

Behind the Pope stood a small old man with ordinary facial features and a mage robe without any magic signs, yawning with his mouth open.

"Master Albert." The Grand Pope slowly turned around, looked at the little old man and opened his mouth and said, "What do you think about this?" ”

"Your Majesty, what can I think, although I major in space and great prophecy, I am not a witch." Albert didn't seem to care at all about the most powerful man on the continent in front of him, although he was respectful, but the impatience on his face was not concealed at all.

The Grand Pope didn't care in the slightest, and shook his head with a wry smile.

But come to think of it, although the status of the Great Pope is respected, the little old man Albert is also a Holy Order Archmage who has been famous for decades, as one of the two Holy Orders, he does have the qualifications to ignore the Great Pope, maybe he and another Holy Order Mage are the closest mortals to gods on this continent.

A knight wearing golden magic armor had been silently kneeling beside the Pope, and his facial features hidden under the visor seemed to be a little distorted, and he couldn't help but snort softly.

Albert pretended not to hear and plucked his ears impatiently.

"Tai, don't be disrespectful to Master Albert." The Grand Pope said tepidly to the knight who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The armored knight nodded and stood up, and said angrily, "Your Majesty, it's just a child of chaos, maybe you're too careful." ”

"Children of Chaos?" The Grand Pope smiled bitterly and said: "A few months ago, he was still a nameless baron who stayed in the ancient castle, and now, in addition to the hundreds of barbarian warriors under his command, not to mention the blind dragon sword saint, the giant dwarf clan served, the most troublesome thing for me is that the dark archmage Conslett also appeared, and the news from the southern diocese said that the barbarian chief turned against him for some reason and tore up the private agreement with the Holy See. ”

Tai shook his head indifferently, and didn't seem to care.

Albert squinted his eyes and glanced at the dragon knight legion leader who had just entered the Sword Saint stage, with an inexplicable expression.

The Grand Pope handed the Magic Topology Map to Tay, and Albert leaned over with his head out.

I saw a lifelike young samurai painted on it, with white bones under the samurai's feet, a golden serpent looming behind him, and the white bones everywhere were inserted with the flags of several pagan crusade legions.

Ty and Albert's faces changed dramatically.

The Grand Pope said silently, "Mobilize the Templars to the southern diocese." ”

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Outpost, the castle where Allen once lived.

The old butler Lacey crossed Erlang's legs, and across from him sat Allen's Grand Duke Daddy.

The Grand Duke held a letter in his hand, frowned tightly, and shook his head.

Old Lacey and the Grand Duke have been friends for many years, and it is rare to see the other party show such an expression, and urged impatiently: "What is written on it, what is going on with this little guy Allen, the situation is very serious?" ”

The Grand Duke sighed heavily, and then looked at Old Lacey, his expression heavy and silent.

"What the hell is going on? The situation is serious? Old Lacey couldn't sit still at all, and the expression on his face was very anxious.

"Look at what is written on this." The Grand Duke sighed again and handed the letter to Old Lacey.

Old Lacey patted his head, and then remembered that the high-ranking Grand Duke opposite was a complete illiterate, and he didn't know a word after reading it for a long time.

"Then what are you sighing and shaking your head for?" Old Lacey's face was a little hideous.

The Grand Duke spread his hands and said as a matter of course: "Because I don't know these words!" ”

Rolling his eyes, old Lacey read the contents of the letter at a glance, and after a while, he slapped his thigh fiercely and shouted, "Good job." ”

"What's the good job?" The Grand Duke asked urgently.

"Guess!" When old Lacey returned the letter, he shouted out the door, "Thackeray, pack up your things, and I'll go to the wasteland with my uncle!" ”

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In the far north, the Goddess of Ice and Snow cult.

"O all-powerful goddess, when will you send down an oracle to guide us in the direction of our journey, O goddess of omnipotence, and there are fewer and fewer people who believe in you?" The archbishop, dressed in a snow-white religious robe, fell to his knees reverently, repeating the words from time to time.

A young woman pushed open the door and burst in, whispering, "Your Majesty, the Children of Chaos led the barbarian warriors to defeat the Iron Horse Legion under the command of the Holy See, and broke a leg of all the combat members who participated in the exhibition。。。。。。 ”

"What?" The archbishop stood up with a look of disbelief.

The archbishop suspected that he had misheard, several heretic crusade legions under the command of the Holy See had never been defeated on a large scale, and no one dared to make an arrogant act of breaking a leg of all enemies, which was a naked slap in the face of the Holy See.

"And... And the Son of Chaos declares ... The young woman stopped talking.

"And what?" The archbishop frowned and roared, "What to claim? ”

The young woman gritted her teeth, and then said: "The children of chaos declare that the Holy See is a cult, the Holy Father Gaia is a false god, the Holy See engages in genocide so it is the common enemy of all races, and all gods are equal, there are no heretics on the continent, and those who believe in the Holy Father are heretics in the eyes of all gods and believers, and he also said that all believers who believe in the Holy Father will break a leg when they set foot in the Great Wilderness... ”

The archbishop was completely in a state of bewilderment, he had lived for almost seventy years, and it was the first time he had seen such a daring fellow.

The young woman asked tentatively, "Shall we use the response?" ”

The archbishop looked at the young woman blankly and asked stupidly, "In response to what?" ”

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Barbarian Great Chieftain Tribe.

Manstein looked at the elders and the rest of the tribal chiefs in front of him majestically, and then spoke: "All the chiefs and the rest of the elders, go to watch the ceremony in three days." ”

"Let's go to the coronation of a foreign chief? Great Chief, you're not joking, are you? ”

Without explanation, Manstein waved his hand and dismissed the group.

After seeing everyone leave, Manstein took out a magic topology map from his arms with a complicated face, and said to himself: "Great Sage, you really embarrass me. ”

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Royal Palace of the Duchy of Sadido.

Duke Jack, who had become the regent, looked at the black-robed man who knelt on the ground not far in front of him with an unkind face.

The leader sighed heavily before he said, "My lord, Prince Scott and Princess Cana live in the Bloodhoof Tribe, and our people can't get close to the outskirts of the Beast Forest!" ”

"With so many famous assassins on the continent, can't you get close to a barbarian camp?" Duke Jack suppressed the anger in his heart and roared, "A bunch of waste. ”

The black-robed man secretly complained, I don't know it, Lao Tzu's men have sent more than 20 people back and forth, and there is no news as soon as they enter the beast forest, you ask me who I will ask.