In this huge and square space, there is only a large desk and a tall and heavy solid wood chair behind it, and a burly middle-aged man with a square face is sitting in this chair, looking at Chen Mo who walked in with deep eyes.

He is the de facto controller of Libya, Vice President Dupont.

Behind him is a huge T-shaped hole that occupies the entire wall, and through the hole in the middle, you can clearly see the city of Libya outside, which is full of high-rise buildings.

The office is located on the upper floors of the church building, the tallest building in Libya, and offers a panoramic view of all of Libya, including Nises in the distance.

At sunset, the golden sunlight casts a layer of gold on the whole city, which looks extremely magnificent and magnificent.

Sunlight streams through the T-shaped hole, adding some brightness to the slightly darker space.

A golden beam of light shot from behind Dupen, enveloping him in it, adding to the sacredness and majesty.

Looking at Du Peng with a solemn face behind the desk in front of him, Chen Mo quietly sensed his state.

"Sure enough!"

A sneer appeared in Chen Mo's heart.

The speaker of the Church, the vice-president of Libya, Dupen, is also an emotional prisoner!

This is not appropriate, the law of Libya is not equal for everyone, as the supreme ruler of Libya, the pope and the members of the parliament are not bound by the law, the pope's words are the law, he said that feelings bring war, so it becomes a crime to have feelings, and if the members of the council break the law, only the pope has the right to punish them, so the so-called crime of affection is not binding on them, the rulers of the highest levels of the church.

The crime of emotion itself is just a way for them to dehumanize and eliminate resistance in order to stabilize their rule, and they themselves naturally do not need to become puppets without joy and sorrow like the commoners and the ruled.

They usually pretend to treat the lower-level personnel equally, and they have no feelings, but in fact, they are just acting like politicians, and they have no one to supervise and no one to punish them, if they are accidentally discovered by the people below, then they will be killed directly, and the image of the outside world must be maintained.

"Thank you for coming, priest, and I think you know who I am."

Du Peng sat on the wide and square solid wood chair behind the desk, and said to Chen Mo with a majestic expression.

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Mo's face was cold and serious, and he replied in a deep voice.

"You are the vice-president, Dupen, the third president of the House of the Jehovah, the spokesman of the Pope!"

Du Peng didn't react when he heard this, his majestic eyes were always fixed on Chen Mo's face, carefully observing his reaction.

"Frankly clergyman, I've been told you're overkill, and if someone triggers an emotion, you'll notice it almost immediately."

Staring at Chen Mo's eyes, Du Peng said slowly.

"And since you became a full priest, more than a thousand emotional prisoners have been killed by your own hands."

"I have a good record, sir!"

Chen Mo's eyes were as calm as water, and his face was always unwavering, neither joy nor apprehension, and like all the people who injected "Bo Xi", there was no emotional fluctuation.

It seems that a thousand people are just a number in his eyes, without any psychological burden.

Looking at Chen Mo's reaction, Du Peng nodded with satisfaction.

This meeting did not last too long, encouraged Chen Mo, expressed the importance of the Pope and the Church to Chen Mo, and continued to carefully observe Chen Mo's reaction, and after confirming that Chen Mo was a staunch warrior with firm beliefs and loyalty to the Pope and the Church, Du Pon was satisfied to let Chen Mo go down and prepare to accept the strength test of the Church.

After many days of frantic fighting, Chen Mo's spear fighting strength at this time had surpassed John Pesston's, and there was naturally no problem in passing the high-level priest's test.

After the strength test verified that Chen Mo's strength had indeed reached the level of a senior priest, and the accumulated merits also met the requirements for promotion to a senior priest, Du Pengdang even signed an order to promote Chen Mo to a senior priest.

For many years, there were only six high-ranking priests in the Church's top high-ranking armed forces, but today, the seventh is finally born, and it is also the fastest promotion of the high-ranking priest since the founding of the Priest of Jehovah.

When he left the church building that day, Chen Mo's clerical uniform was changed to a black senior clerical robe, although the style was the same, it was more powerful and handsome than the original gray system, and the most important thing was the higher power and status it symbolized.

You must know that in addition to the original church patriarchs, the new council members are all added by the senior clergy, and two of the current council members were promoted from the original high clergy after the council became vacant, so the high clergy is not only the highest enforcer under the council, but also the only way to promote the real power.

After all, only the parliament above can be truly regarded as the ruler of Libya and can ignore the existence of the law.

When Chen Mo walked out of the church building wearing a black high-ranking priest's uniform, he happened to be seen by Brant, who had just returned with Iroh Patterjie.

Looking at the black priest's uniform on Chen Mo's body, Brant's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face was even more stunned.

How could it be ......?!

He's already a high priest!

How is this possible!

His eyes stared at Chen Mo's coveted high-level priestly uniform, and the jealousy and unwillingness in Brandt's heart burned like a flame, constantly scorching his heart.

That's supposed to be mine!

Why give it to him!

Isn't it just to kill some more ant-like emotional criminals?

I'm not reconciled!

Just when Brant's jealousy was burning, Iroh Patterje, who was on the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Don't look at it, we can't compare with a peerless genius like him."

Brandt was awakened by the voice of Iroh Patterje, and quickly adjusted his expression so as not to be noticed about his abnormality.

But then, as if he had suddenly noticed something, he turned his head sharply to look at Iroh Patterje, and the tone in which he had just spoken seemed to be ......

Iroh Patterje didn't notice Brandt's abnormality, and when he turned around, he turned around and continued walking towards the building.

Brant followed behind Iroh Patterje, pondering the tone of his words as his eyes scanned back and forth over him.

Suddenly, Brandt's eyes froze, and he stopped at the pocket on the waist of Iroh Patterje's uniform, and as Patterje walked, the opening of the pocket opened slightly from time to time, and there seemed to be something inside.