The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the Imperial Palace of Burlingamem, and a person quickly walked into a large hall, and then the scene in front of him changed drastically.

I saw that in front of me was an endless sea, and there were layers of palaces on the sea, and countless powerful breaths were intertwined with each other here.

The man looked reverently in front of him with a reverent gaze in his eyes, and saluted: "Enoch Cody asks to see my lord"

The vast voice of "Irook" sounded from the unknown palace.

Iroke's gaze became a little more reverent, and he said loudly to the many palaces in front of him: "Please also ask the divine servant to pass it on your behalf."

"My lord is cultivating, Enoch Cody, please come back," the vast voice sounded again.

Iloke didn't turn away, but explained in the direction from which the voice came: "It's about my lord becoming a true god, and I ask the god servant to pass it on my behalf."

"My lord has become a true god?" the vast voice was mixed with a hint of doubt, and the water suddenly surged, and a huge whale jumped up. Transform into a bald man with his feet on the water.

His gaze was like thunder and lightning, piercing Elok's eyes: "Elok wants what you say to be really so important"

"Otherwise, even if you were an ascetic, I would have swallowed you in one bite," the bald man said murderously to Eloke.

Iloch bowed to the bald man: "Your Majesty is a phantom beast of my lord, I don't dare to hide it"

"If there's even the slightest falsehood in this statement, I'm willing to be food for your majesty," Iloch said firmly to the bald man.

Listening to Ilokh's words, the bald man turned to look at the palace in the middle, and the cold aura immediately spread.

A thin layer of ice solidifies rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then begins to thicken. Almost in the blink of an eye, a straight ice road paved with cold ice appeared in front of me.

"Go ahead," the bald man said to Iloch.

Eloke saluted the bald man and walked forward on the ice.

Looking at Ilok on the cold ice road, the bald man turned around and disappeared.

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Feeling the cold breath coming from his body, Iroku took a deep breath and looked at the palace in front of him with a reverent face.

Standing outside the closed palace gate, Eloke bowed respectfully and shouted, "Eloke the ascetic to my lord"

"Come in," the voice came from inside the main hall, and then the palace door opened automatically.

The vast, ethereal, and majestic aura permeated from the inside to the outside, instantly sweeping every corner of this water.

Eloke stabilized his mind a little, and with a serious look, he stepped inside: "My lord"

Looking at Burlingame, who was sitting high on the throne, Irook's expression was extremely respectful.

"News has just come from the north that the Bishop of the Vulcan Church of the Clouds, Armand has expanded his teachings and comprehended the true meaning of salvation," Elok said with a slight pause.

Then he continued: "Not long ago, the Lord of Salvation came, and the Guardian Legion of the Diocese of Cloud and Mist was renamed the Salvation Legion"

"It only took half a month, under the direct intervention of the Lord of Salvation. Three thousand redemption fighters wiped out our country's Northern Army, a total of 90,000 soldiers. The Pope and His Majesty were shaken by this, and wanted to ask my lord for instructions, can we directly send the elite of the church to exterminate it" Eloke asked Burlingamem, his eyes full of antiquity.

Burlingame's eyes were full of indifference, as if she was not on the ground at this moment, but looking down at the crowd from an endless sky: "The coming of the Lord of Salvation is something we did not expect. Gainesbale did not violate the contract of the four gods, so the elite of the church was forbidden to go out"

"My Lord" Eloke couldn't help but be anxious, shouted at Burlingamem, and then continued: "With the intervention of the Lord of Salvation, an ordinary person can temporarily have the strength of a high-level warrior without too much cultivation. No matter how many elites the empire has, it will not be able to defeat the gods standing high in the face of mortals."

"Once the empire falls, my lord's path to godhood will be in danger of being interrupted," Iroch said to Burlingame with a sad expression.

A flash of light erupted in Burlingame's eyes, and the entire body of water seemed to sense her anger, and immediately set off countless huge waves.

The people who lived in many palaces could not help but be shocked when they felt this change.

"My lord, this is not for alarmism," Ellock didn't expect Burlingame to react so much, so he hurried to her.

An indifferent and cold voice sounded: "Go back"

"My lord" Ellock couldn't help but be anxious.

The voice sounded again: "The Archbishop of the North solves this matter"

"Do as the gods will," Ellock said to Burlingamem, then turned away.

Looking at the back of the person who turned away, Burlingame fell into thought, and then the water returned to calm.

"Why are you doing this" The figure of the bald man appeared in the main hall.

Burlingame looked at the bald man: "Bitter? My heart is not bitter at all."

"I had expected this, but it gave me chills when it was happening," Burlingame said to the bald man.

The bald man's gaze gradually deepened: "Are you pinning your trust on the priesthood of the Lord of Life?"

"I have handed this matter over to Archbishop Merveen, and he will not let me down, because he has no chance of letting me down," Burlingame said to the bald man, as if to reply to him, and as if to himself.

The bald man was silent, lost in his inner thoughts.

Without hearing a reply, Burlingame said slowly: "Gainesborough they are playing with fire, they want this god of the unknown world to come to our world and nourish his immortal divinity with the power of faith. Waiting for the time to be ripe, to deprive him of his Godhead, his priesthood, and the kingdom of God."

"They're always opportunistic, and they're never going to understand that someone else's stuff is someone else's. Where is there oneself, the reality created out of nothing," Burlingame asked the bald man.

The bald man looked at Burlingame with a complicated expression: "So separate your will and give birth to the priesthood of life"

"It's just that when the time comes, will you be the water god of our world, or the goddess of life in another world, and what will your heart choose when the ego conflicts?" asked the bald man to Burlingame.

Burlingame slowly replied to the bald man: "Whether it's me or her, it's me in the final analysis, don't you say that's the truth?"

"Besides, she has a much wider road ahead than I do," Burlingame exclaimed.