The imperial capital, the Xiling Empire inherited the title of the Xiling Continent, and since the outbreak of the all-out war, the Xuelan Empire became the final winner and changed its name to Xiling.

Xiling Country is a country with complex religious beliefs, which roughly means that as long as you are helpful to me, I will believe in you, of course, the mainstream is still dominated by the goddess of life.

"Bishop."

"Bishop."

At each end of the corridor stood two nuns dressed in black, bowing their heads and greeting the white-robed man who walked towards them.

The man ignored them, and passed by them affectionately and indifferently.

Walking to the door of a temple, the guards made a salute and opened the door respectfully.

"Joe. Teacher An, you're finally back. ”

Sitting on the throne is the contemporary King Punk of Chilling. J. Owen IV.

"Your Majesty."

Joan returned the salute and stepped forward to sit with Owen, and there were a few old men in civilian clothes present, who didn't think there was anything wrong.

Priests also have the right to deal with state affairs, especially Joe, who can become a priest with only the seventh order. Quiet.

Several lords reported on the problems of their territories, as well as the redistribution of some special products.

And Qiao looked at the documents that had just been delivered, what had happened to him in the imperial capital in the past month.

It was also brought with a wooden box, which was opened, and there was a bloody eyeball inside.

"So they failed?"

Joe's voice silenced the entire room.

"Yes, teacher."

"Interesting."

"Come on, let me see what's going on."

He took out his eyeballs and placed them on the table in front of him, where intricate characters were carved in a haphazard arrangement.

“se.mi.sasa.fa.sf.ss“

A raw spell came out of Joe's mouth, and several of the characters lit up, connecting several lines with each other to form a circle, and the eyeball was right in the middle.

The blue light lit up, forming an illusory layer of blue mu, on which were some images backwards.

'Wow'

After a quick playback for a while, the eyeball couldn't withstand the force and shattered like gravel.

"Oh, aren't you dead?"

Joe saw a slightly familiar face and sat up straight. When I saw the little girl, my eyes lit up.

It's her! That's her!

More perfect than those collections!

No, you can't treat her as a collection.

Yes, Holy Son, what a perfect vessel.

"Ona."

At Joe's voice, a tall nun walked in, her whole face hidden under the hood, her graceful form, and a cross behind her, enough to cover her body.

"It's time for us to spread God's will."

Getting up and past Owen, Ona followed Joe until Joe left the hall and the people inside began to talk again.

Is it in the Lionheart, yes, very good, it's time to prepare for the next step.

Sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed, Ona sat in front of her as the coachman, and with a soft shout, the wooden wheel turned and moved forward.

The speed grew faster and faster, and finally, as if it had put on its wings, it began to take off, and a pair of huge winged apparitions appeared under the carriage, dragging the carriage towards the Lionheart.

"Miracles!"

"Miracles!!"

"It's a miracle!"

The entire inhabitants wandering the streets, kneeling in the direction of the carriage's departure, shouting in hoarse voices, banging their heads on the ground, and not stopping even if they kneeled for blood.

It was not until the carriage disappeared that they got up and continued to wander, their eyes empty and indifferent, their clothes dirty, like walking flesh without soul and mind of their own.