Port Tulum, St. Cloud's Cathedral.

At the top of the tallest tower, two delicate-looking and elegant nuns are carefully serving Saint Attila and Rafa, cooking fragrant tea for the two of them, and constantly serving freshly baked sweet snacks.

Saint Attila and Rafa sat at a small square table, looking out at the northeastern sky.

Speaking of which, the identities of the two at the moment are a little awkward.

In this 'punitive' war, two people are the nominal initiators, and they should be the contact hub of the coalition forces, responsible for reconciling the contradictions and conflicts of the coalition forces, and striving to make the coalition forces form a strong and powerful whole.

With the special status of the Golden Oak Church on the mainland, the two should belong to the core of the highest, most transcendent, and most powerful group of people in the coalition army!

But the embarrassment is that the two of them haven't done anything...... The coalition forces were driven out of the port of Tulum, and the incomparably powerful combined fleet of the coalition forces was wiped out in the sea off the port of Tulun?

It's embarrassing.

The coalition forces ran too fast to inform the two of them, and directly left the two of them in the port of Tulum.

With their status and the power of the church behind them, they were not afraid of what the Delenn Empire would do to them......

But...... It's so embarrassing.

Especially......

St. Attila and Margrethe III had shady deals.

As for Rafa, he is the soul of the Marquis of Seeak, who used secret techniques to invade Rafa's body.

Both of them hooked up with the Delen Empire, but they didn't know about it to each other...... So, when they gathered to watch the battle, they were really full of sewage, and countless unsightly thoughts were tumbling in their heads.

If it weren't for Rafa's jealousy of Saint Attila's personal strength.

If it weren't for Saint Attila's jealousy of Rafa's family background.

The two men had already blacked each other down and killed each other in the port of Tulum, as a meritorious deed to Hyderabad.

"Your Excellency Rafa, what do you think of the prospects for this war?" Saint Attila took a sip of fragrant tea and asked Rafa quietly. He also remembered Margrethe III and his deal to use the war as much as possible to weaken the military and national power of the other countries on the continent.

Rafa chewed the small cake in his mouth unhurriedly.

He greeted the pastry chef of the cathedral fiercely in his heart - he, whose soul is the Marquis of Seeac, naturally inherited the taste of the Marquis of Seeac. As a traditional old Delen, his preferred pastry style is also traditional and heavy.

And the pastries made by the pastry chef of the cathedral are too fancy.

In the small cake, too much honey and cream are used, and even a little too sweet cardamom powder is added...... This small cake can be described as 'grease and powder' and 'showy'.

Turn around and burn this guy at the stake.

Rafa cursed inwardly, swallowed the cake with difficulty, raised the teacup, and looked at Santtila secretly along the rim of the glass.

"What I personally mean is that the scale of the war should be expanded...... Rafa firmly fulfilled the order of Margaret III: "The Delen Empire, it needs to be beaten well, and the military expenses of the Abyss must be paid...... Even, this time, they have to fulfill a greater and more support for the abyss battlefield. ”

"Whether it's manpower or material resources?" Santtila looked at Rafa with a smile.

"Whether it's human or material resources." Rafa smiled and nodded.

"So, let's send an official letter to all countries together...... Let them mobilize more fleets and armies. Saint Attila said slowly: "The temporary defeat does not mean anything, I believe that with the combined strength of the countries of the mainland, we will definitely be able to teach this increasingly rampant hydra a hard lesson." ”

Rafa smiled and nodded, took a sip of fragrant tea, and swept his gaze fiercely over the two little nuns standing beside him.

Saint Attila smiled, and then, he said softly, "Your Excellency Rafa, it seems that you have the same aesthetic as me. ”

Rafa's eyebrows furrowed, and as an old scumbag of years, he quickly sniffed out some of the 'charms' in Saint Attila's words that only real scum could feel.

He said softly, "The family of St. Zion is happy to be friends with His Majesty...... Ah, friends, there should be a little bit of a common hobby. ”

Sant'Attila raised her eyebrows as well.

He looked at Rafa in amazement—the perfect test result, the third Divine Inquisitor of the Holy Inquisition, like him, actually hid such a ...... under the mask of the pious god stick Such a colorful personal world?

He also took advantage of the situation and looked at the two little nuns with a smile.

Rafa whistled softly.

The demeanor of the two people relaxed at the same time, and they smiled at each other and looked at each other, since everyone was a scumbag wearing a mask of a god stick...... Well, a lot of the things that follow are easy to do.

For example, to draw the other side over to the side of the Empire?

In the hearts of the two, there were ugly thoughts at the same time.

Powerful and strange fluctuations tumbled from afar, and in the northeast sky, large black fog appeared out of thin air, and three juvenile hydras roared, their bodies swelled to a small half a mile long, they shook their huge heads, spewed out large swaths of lightning, flames, and poisonous gases from their mouths, and blasted towards a strange figure full of tentacles.

Salian stood atop the head of a juvenile hydra, sword in hand, and watched warily at the lightning-fast figure in the air.

Several times he tried to attack with his sword.

But every time his sword blade narrowly and dangerously brushed the opponent's body, it was the opponent's tentacles, which had already cut several deep wounds on his body.

Salian was covered in blood, and he gripped the hilt of his sword with more cautious movements.

The attack of three juvenile hydras blew the hills northeast of Tulum to pieces, and thousands of acres of vineyards, olive groves and flower fields were wiped out in the smoke of the flames.

On the ground, a figure in the uniform of the Imperial Army soared into the air and attacked the tentacle figure.

But all of their attacks were in vain, and they were too slow to touch each other.

On the contrary, with a slight flick of the opponent's tentacles, those wearing the uniforms of the Imperial Army were slammed to the ground, and in just a few breaths, at least nearly thirty elites of the Imperial Army were seriously injured, and even directly killed on the spot by breaking through the fatal point.

Saint Attila and Rafa stood up at the same time.

They looked at the three crazy juvenile hydras vigilantly, and even more fearfully at the strange figure that turned like a fly.

"The hydra secretly bred by the Delen Empire...... Their appearance is reasonable and not unusual at all. ”

"But, this guy."

Rafa muttered, "He stole a trace of the power of the evil god, and he transformed his body into a clone of the evil god...... His physical body was already the body of an evil god, but it was under his complete control. ”

"These guys, how can they deceive those terrible evil gods?" Rafa hissed: "They should be burned at the stake." ”

Saint Attila looked at Salian, who had a few more blood marks on his body, and golden divine flames gradually poured out of his body.

Because of his deal with Margaret III, he couldn't sit idly by and watch Salian fall here.

Rafa was even more anxious.

As a courtier of the Delun Empire, even if he wears the skin of Rafa, the awe of the empire in his heart does not decrease but increases. He, too, couldn't watch Salian be killed here.

Who knows what that crazy old woman will do?

Rafa felt that if Salian died in front of his eyes, Margrethe III would be able to tear herself apart alive.

So, Rafa moved faster than St. Attila, who was just about to strike, and Rafa was already rushing out of the tower with a loud roar: "Heresy, you must be punished with the severest punishment!" ”

But Rafa had barely gone far when a bishop in pale golden robes stood in his way.

The Bishop Rafa felt that the eyed bishop raised the golden scepter in his hand: "Your Excellency Rafa, I have brought the will of His Majesty the Pope...... Our church is only a witness to this war...... We will definitely not actually intervene in this war. ”

After some high-sounding words, the bishop lowered his voice.

"His Majesty the Pope asked me to tell you and St. Attila that it is not yet the best time for us to strike...... I have brought the holy relics, and when they are lit, you and St. Attila may directly borrow the power of our Lord to punish those heretics. This is His Holiness the Pope's, exact words. ”

The bishop handed Rafa a golden, burning oak leaf.

Rafa frowned, wasn't it time for the church to enter?

Who cares what the damn old god who hides in Da Bo and has not seen anyone for many years is planning...... Rafa only knew that if he couldn't protect Salian, he would really be killed.

Margrethe III didn't even need to do it herself, as long as she revealed her true identity, she would be cut by the Holy Inquisition......

But the bishop who stood in the way, the aura of his body made Rafa feel a little depressed.

The pure gold scepter in his hand made Rafa feel a trace of inexplicable fear.

Rafa is in a high position, but in the final analysis, he is only a new generation of the Golden Oak Church, and his strength is probably at the upper middle level in the huge church...... And the huge behemoth of the Golden Oak Church, God knows how much heritage is hidden in it, and how many terrible old immortals are hidden.

Rafa laughed dryly: "So, we ......"

The bishop smiled: "We just need to wait quietly, and fate will naturally send everything we need to us." ”

The tentacles on his body were suddenly old and long.

Hundreds of thin tentacles were like a big net, binding the three juvenile hydras to death, and then this guy moved, and the three juvenile hydras that were half a mile old roared, and were thrown up like sandbags, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The entire port of Tulum shook violently.

More than a dozen tentacles fiercely bound Salian's neck and limbs.

The man hissed and screamed, "Catch you, you can, die...... Ho, your brother Hillman, greetings to you! ”