The sunset is slanting in the west, and the afterglow of the sunset is faintly reflected in the cirrostratus clouds, which is spectacular.

The Azernes Mountains, located in the fertile lands of the southern part of the Volibel Empire, are a difficult glacial plateau covered with chestnut trees, oaks and cork oaks, and a rare aurora in the sky all year round.

The glacial heights look like a sharp sword pointing straight at the blue sky with fantastic colors, and the magnificent European-style buildings on it seem to have a single color, but the pattern is quite complex and open, especially the spear-like pointed tower top style is quite solemn and solemn, and the independent posture of the world has also made it have another well-known name, the White House Holy Land.

The outer space of the White House Holy Land is shrouded in an invisible and intangible luster film, and this wide range of luster film contains energy that does not belong to this world, and the space inside the film has also become the outer space to create another small country, while the place outside the Holy Land is the inner space, and the structure subverts ordinary people's thinking on the contrary.

This is the divine guardian that many space magicians can hardly achieve in their lifetimes, a four-dimensional space that exists independently above ordinary space, and it adds a timeline to the spatial structure, that is, a dynamic space in the popular sense. Compared with the three-dimensional static space we are in, the White House Holy Land is a superior space, where we can freely manipulate the magical timeline of the world and establish a complete set of strict world order.

Speaking of the magical timeline, perhaps Augustine knew a little bit about it, it is the core of the flow of the world, an indispensable unknown existence.

In order to pass it on, the world must have a systematic and complete record, and the magical timeline is the foundation of the center of the world, which can classify and sort things according to individual differences and time, and show them to every living creature living in this world in the most suitable form. It is precisely because of this incredible magical timeline that time and space are no longer an obstacle for us, and even a single line allows us to travel back in time.

Of course, the Holy Inquisition will not tolerate other forces other than themselves to grasp this kind of core power that can destroy the world, not only will they monopolize the technology of controlling the magic timeline, but also use hundreds of years to develop a magic forbidden art, which can be called an expansion space of absolute defense, but they have taken a high-level name that has nothing to do with space, that is, the mysterious guardian that people heard about later.

The White House shrine was unguarded, the gates were always open, and the surrounding flowers and trees sang and swayed their branches in the sunset, and the scene was quite harmonious.

At this time, a carriage more luxurious than a noble vehicle came to the avenue winding between the mountains in the distance, and soon stepped into the boundaries of the White House Holy Land, but the strange thing is that at the moment of stepping, the galloping horse and the car behind him disappeared for a while, and after reappearing, not only did the appearance change, but also the soul was transformed by whom, even the dead thing like the car came to life, and the facial features could still speak, and the flowers and trees that could move and speak in the White House Holy Land were withdrawn together.

"Oh my lord, I'm going to be late for the meeting if I don't hurry. It was the sorrowful carriage that spoke, and it pulled its face away and slowly lowered its body.

"If it hadn't been slow along the way, we would have picked up the pace. The three fat horses in front of them with short legs said in unison.

"How can you blame me? In case it happens to the master, are you responsible...... Look you're fat like a pig, and you know how to eat and eat all day long!" The carriage waited for the Senate Chief, who was sitting in it, to get out of the car, and ran away from the avenue in front of the door as soon as he slipped away from the horse's objections, and plunged into the dense forest next to the White House Holy Land with three cuties.

"Dead and broken, here it is again!" one of the horses could not resist the strange force of the carriage, and gave up struggling.

There is no fiction in the above pictures, let alone adding oil and vinegar, they are all purely natural events, which are the most common phenomena within the mysterious guardianship area of the White House Holy Land of the Holy Inquisition.

The man calmly stared at the gate of the White House and walked briskly inside. He is nearly nine feet tall, thin in size, slender and powerful legs, wearing a black and gray tone, specially customized Holy Judge Jacket Restraint Uniform, bare a strong chest muscle, should not be very old, his handsome face has no wrinkles and vicissitudes, with clean and refreshing short black hair, plus he likes to hide his chin in the fluffy collar of his jacket, he always looks cool on weekdays, but the eyes as deep as the sea reflect the light of a strong man that people can't look at directly.

He was one of the five round tables of the Azeroth branch of the Holy Inquisition, Katakuri, an independent and solitary man.

The angel statue in front of the door saw the comer, bowed respectfully and said, "Officer Katakuri, the chief officer has been waiting for you for a long time, please come to the round table conference room as soon as possible!"

Katakuri stopped, tossing a brass coin with the thumb of his right hand, his eyes showing a terrifying shadow, and his voice was low: "I can see that in the near future your body will turn into a pile of broken stones, and that twisted head will roll on the ground and cry desperately, and finally be trampled by the raging tree. ”

The angel statue was so frightened that it knelt down, hit its head on the ground, and stammered tremblingly: "Katakuri, help me!"

The grim man walked past the angel statue with a dead face, and continued to catapult coins in his hand, not saying anything to the angel statue in the future in fear of death, but only using his power on a whim.

"Kataku Kuri Seat Official ......"

"Katakuri, please stay ......"

"Katakuri, please help me......"

The trembling voice behind him faded away, but Katakuri was completely unmoved, and no one knew what he really thought.

After entering from the gate of the White House, walk along a red carpet paved hall road to the three-way staircase, go straight up the stairs to a stone door more than ten meters high, in front of the door stands a row of elite guards, responsible for guarding the normal holding of the meeting, its duties seem to be easy but extremely tormenting, every minute and every second has to bear the powerful spirit that comes out of the round table room, which is equivalent to standing on the body hit by countless powerful fists, even if the pain is difficult to control, it cannot be revealed.

Katakuri stood in front of the gate for a few moments, not knowing what was going on because the guards didn't open it in the first place, and he knew what was going on when he looked at the boys, who were no more than in their early twenties, with a tense face.

"Go down, go down to the stairs and line up the red carpet. ”

"I'm sorry for the Katakuri Officer, please forgive us for being sloppy, this will open the door for you...... The defender led by him bent down ninety degrees to apologize, the huge drops of sweat on his forehead continued to flow down, and his hands trembled against the sides of his thighs, which was extremely cold.

"Are you new here?" Katakuri squinted slightly, as if he had seen something again.

"Report to the Judge, we are the new Guardians. The chief guard never dared to stand upright, and the blood vessels in his neck were swollen.

"If you continue to hold on to this gate, you will die. As Katakuri said this, an invisible barometric shock was released around him, giving these defenders who did not listen to the advice an absolutely overwhelming shock, and the process was second only to the lightning speed.

"Kataku Chestnut Officer......" The chief guard froze on the ground, shivering, and then looked at not only him, but also the row of guards next to him were also prostrate on the ground in embarrassment, unable to even sit up on the ground.

The disparity in power is too great, as long as the officials level understand a little bit of truth, they will really die.

Fear is not a bad thing, it can always be like a slap in the face to wake up someone who is stubborn.

It took a while for the guards to support each other to their feet, and there were some things that the men did not need to say, it had nothing to do with strength or weakness, and it was precisely when they understood this that they all walked down the stairs, and as for where they would stand guard, Katakuri didn't care about that.

As soon as a crack opened the stone door, the strong air pressure that was locked inside poured out with a dazzling bright light, and the sound of controversy gradually became clearer.

Katakuri crossed his hands over his chest and entered the round table room with heavy steps.