The Whip of Light, the most glorious title given to him by his enemies.

This title accompanied the growth of a man with iron-blooded means, and in the long years, at the mention of this title, some people trembled and almost despaired.

But such a man with his hands like a scythe of death is now buried in piles of papers.

Attila did not have Rossi's means, he was not a natural superior, and he never positioned himself as a ruler. He is more like the blade of the Church of Light, judging all heresies and all sins.

He is not as good at dealing with everyday things as Rosie, and he has a skeptical spirit that makes him suspicious, and the result is a semi-dictator, with all the power in his hands. He didn't dare to be like Rosie, who left everything to the people below, so hard work was inevitable. He can't handle everything well and well, and see everything thoroughly, and the work time becomes longer and longer.

He rubbed his eyes and bothered himself. After the collapse of the Confederation, it was incorporated into the Empire and the Southern Administrative Region was established, and Fabio had the foresight to appoint former federal officials as the chief executive of the Southern Special Administrative Region, which was very popular with many federal people. The Church also took advantage of the situation to start operating its own forces in the southern special district, almost doubling its territory and more than quadrupling the number of things to deal with.

The attitude of the Federalists towards the church was ambiguous, welcoming and disappointing, and the main contradiction was that it was in conflict with the ideals of the Truth Society. Rosie used sacrifice to force out the half-plane magic array, obtained the animal skin scroll, and also gave the truth society a well-preserved magic array and magic core. These two things have greatly increased the strength of the Truth Society. According to the spies who are ambushed in the Truth Society, the Truth Society has achieved great results, and it is said that the higher-ups are preparing for limited promotion.

When two diametrically opposed philosophies collide, something is bound to go wrong. Now the problem is still just a seed, but sooner or later, this seed will sprout, it will grow, it will turn into a time bomb.

In addition to this, the cost of missionary work in the southern region has remained high.

Wealth moves people's hearts, it is unrealistic to preach with mouth alone, and it cannot bring benefits to the common people, why should they believe in you?

This expenditure took up a lot of the church's working capital, and Attila had to be careful. If something goes wrong, the mission will fail, and it will affect the operation of the Imperial Church headquarters, which will be a big problem.

He was silent for a moment, pushed away the table and stood up, walked to the window, blew the cool autumn breeze, looked at the scenery outside the window, and enjoyed the comfort of being busy.

His gaze swept over the idol on the edge of the windowsill, and for a moment, he turned his gaze back to the idol. Rosie naturally knew about that trick, and he also knew that this idol was actually the epitome of Rosie. But he was not against such a thing, and Rossi would do it in great favor to the church itself.

He was used to seeing this idol every day, but at this time he felt that this idol was a little unfamiliar. He frowned, walked to the side of the idol, looked carefully for a moment, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he hesitated and stretched out his hand to touch the idol's cheek, a small piece of shard suddenly slipped off, fell on the altar at the bottom of the idol, trembling slightly.

His pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the fragment, and faintly noticed that there was a trace of black gas where the fragment was broken. The black gas slowly evaporated, and finally disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

He felt something bad in his heart, and after a long silence, he turned and sat back in his seat and pulled a rope. The rope connected to another room, and in less than a minute, a white-robed aco-priest walked in, "Your Majesty." ”

Attila was expressionless, unable to see his joy, and he gave a faint order, "Let Arère put down all the work at hand and come to me immediately." ”

The deacons bowed before and withdrew.

During the time of waiting, the more Attila thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he fidgeted, and suddenly stood up and decided to go to Ares himself, and could not wait any longer.

Yarez is currently in charge of everything in the Inquisition and is the head of the Inquisition. His holy power has just broken through, and he is already close to the level of a paladin, and if he is transferred to a civilian position, he is almost slightly more powerful than the bishop, and a little worse than the cardinal. He was probably the worst court director in history, and even Rossi was much better than him at the time.

But there's no way around it.

Attila thought about her thoughts, greeting and nodding her head along the way, and found the inquisition after about ten minutes.

"What? I went out yesterday and still haven't come back?", Attila was stunned for a moment, and then asked sharply, "What did he do when he went out? When is he scheduled to return? Show me the record. ”

All actions in the Inquisition are recorded in detail, a tradition left over from the Age of Glory. At that time, the strength of the Inquisition was too strong, and the major denominations within the Church and many cardinals had to put the reins on this crazy institution in order to prevent the Inquisition from eventually affecting the development of the Church.

Attila opened the record book and glanced at it, threw it aside, and the moment he went out, a wave of majestic holy power faintly surged, and he instantly rose from the ground and flew straight out.

He already had a hunch in his heart that Yarez might be gone.

This premonition is very subtle and inexplicable, but it feels so real.

Following the guidance of his heart, he flew into the wilderness not far from the imperial capital, and in an instant he found a place where there were traces of battle. When he descended, he searched carefully, and finally pursued to the edge of a newly turned wasteland. The color of the dirt on the ground was obviously different from the surrounding one, and it had been disguised. Holding back the anger in his heart, he flicked a whip of light out with a wave of his hand, tossing the dirt and revealing the brown corpse inside.

Biting her lip, Attila carefully examined Areth's body, then burned him to ashes with a handful of life.

He already had some speculation that it might all have something to do with Yarez's recent restlessness.

Some time ago, Ares wanted to speak several times, but at that time, Attila was busy with official documents, and he didn't take care of it, but he didn't expect that it was such a small negligence, and he actually buried such a bad result. This must have been done by someone inside the church, since the destruction of the Dragon Slayer Knights, the only power that can threaten the apostles in this world is probably the apostles themselves.

It's just that he doesn't understand where the power that faintly exudes evil aura on Areth's chest and neck comes from.

After returning to the headquarters, Attila retrieved all the mission notes of the Inquisition for the last three months, and looked at them carefully, but found nothing.

He looked at the idol and let out a long sigh, Rosie, what should I do?

Rosie looked at his chest suspiciously, faintly starlight blooming, and his mind was a little unable to turn around. The starlight lasted for ten minutes before extinguishing, and he sank his consciousness into the depths of his soul as soon as possible.

The shoot had grown into a seedling, shrouded in a vague shadow, solemn and sacred.

Through this shadow he saw two more shadows. One of them was unfamiliar, but the other gave him a very familiar feeling.

Is that......

He?!

How did he get here?

Rossi's consciousness sank deeper, merging into the shadow.