"The work of infiltration is to continue, and I want to know the movements of any of the apostles at all times. Fabio tapped on the table, and the room was filled with smoke, since the annexation of the Federation, the power of the Tullman Empire has completely surpassed that of the Republic. At this time, the republic contracted across the board, and the border friction that had lasted for hundreds of years disappeared at the same time. The warlords in the republic have completed the absolute unification of the internal government, and a new military government has been established, with the five major warlords serving as parliamentarians, and firmly controlling the entire country.

They knew that once Tuhlman digested the strength brought by the Federation, he would definitely point the finger at the Republic, but they had no way to do it. One step behind, one step behind, Tulman's ironclad torrent is unstoppable, and at this time they want to catch up, but it is just a dream.

In a relatively peaceful environment, Fabio began to drastically rectify the country's government affairs. Decades of political struggle have given this old man amazing courage and wisdom, and the aristocratic class has left him with a pinched and rounded in his hands, and he cannot turn over the flowers.

The Church of the Holy Light is also a place that Fabio is strictly guarded. If it weren't for the fact that Attila wasn't dead, Thor was still alive, and Areth and they barely had any attrition, Fabio would have dissolved the Church of Light with a warrant. He wants to completely solve the last threat to the Church of Light, the empire, before he dies of old age.

The thought of the last time God descended made his brain hurt.

The divine power comes from the gods themselves, which is the most orthodox and pure power of the gods. This force suddenly broke through the barrier between the two worlds and landed on the idol in the center of the Church of the Light Square, with astonishing consequences. The Holy Power, which had been difficult to advance, boiled again, and just a miracle came, which gave the Holy Light Church more than a dozen more bishops, and a few of them were about to reach the level of cardinals.

Damn Rosie, he must have made the hell!

Fabio had an astonishing instinct about it, and he felt that Rossi might not have died, but had gone to another place to continue the fight.

Rubbing his temples and listening to the return of his men, he nodded from time to time.

In order to finally destroy the Holy Light Church, he has already bought some people in the church, and also arranged for some trustworthy and loyal to the empire to join the church, and has achieved certain results.

It is also interesting to say that during the most difficult times of the Church, everyone was oriented towards the Church, and everyone rallied around the Pope to form a community of absolute loyalty. But when the conditions of the church were better, all kinds of dirty things appeared.

Some bishops have used their power and influence to engage in some filthy sects in some remote places, to prostitute themselves against women, and to oppress local nobles. There are also some people who have moved out of the old ways again, branded some rich people as heretics, and amassed wealth.

Fabio is very clear about these things, but he has never expressed his position, and even let people hide it and add fuel to the fire.

It's a pity that all the means are not as good as a miracle.

And he also had the same headache as Attila.

Attila was driven to the shelves, and there was no way out, so he rose to the challenge and replaced Rossi as the new pope of the Holy Light Church. Let him be the executioner of a church, the name of the whip of holy light resounded all over the world, and let him run the church, that is really a hurry.

He could also feel that there were hidden undercurrents in the church, and these undercurrents were in harmony with the spirit of the church itself, but he had no good solution.

In a word, the emperor is far away, can you manage the affairs of the Tuhrman Empire, and can you also manage the countryside far away in the Federation and going south?

The church is no longer the church of one or two hundred people it once was, the church at this time has become the aftermath, hundreds of thousands or even millions of congregants are all over the country, and how many of them are entangled in interests, if you don't want to raise the butcher's knife, you can't sort it out by relying solely on political skills. Besides, Attila doesn't have the ability to do this, so he kills one by one, and one out of ten does not beat anyone else.

If only Rosie were still around.

He actually knew that the huge statue was actually Rosie's stand-in, and before Rosie left, he could already feel that there was something mysterious that suppressed Rosie's strength and body, making him weaker and weaker.

It's a pity, it's so arrogant, how good it would be to be born hundreds of years or thousands of years early.

Two big people, in different positions, but both thinking about the same person.

It was getting dark, and Fabio hastily freshened up and lay down on the bed. He coveted this position for decades, and when he actually got it, the excitement passed, and only endless exhaustion remained. The empire is too big, he can ignore the small things, and the big things must always be grasped, right? Even if someone selects and sorts out, and finally piles up in front of him every day, there are still many big things that require him to take ideas, which makes him physically and mentally exhausted.

As soon as people get old, all kinds of problems appear, Fabio has a little insomnia, but the symptoms are not serious. He usually has to lie in bed for an hour or two before he can fall asleep, and he will empty his brain during this time and give himself a chance to rest.

On this day, his sleepiness came very early, and in less than thirty minutes, he wanted to fall asleep in a daze.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something, got up from the bed, put on a coat, pushed open the door of the balcony, and looked up at the sky.

In the cathedral outside the city, Attila was also awakened from her sleep and stood by the door, looking at the stars.

Suddenly, a star burst out of blinding light, and countless rays of light fell vertically from the universe like a waterfall and landed on the huge idol. A solemn momentum exploded in an instant, sweeping across a radius of hundreds of kilometers. One by one, the believers and apostles ran out, and were called by this vast power, stared at the vision in amazement, and knelt down in front of the idol, praying silently.

The power of their faith gathered together, converged on the idol, and together with the holy power, shot into the sky and shot into the depths of the universe.

Fabio clenched his fists, a cold light flickered in his squinted eyes, and he slammed the exquisite railing on the balcony hard, Rosie!!

This bastard is not dead!

He turned back to bed without looking back, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a short time, in his lifetime, there was an enemy, he needed to recharge his energy, and face this enemy in the best condition.

Attila breathed a sigh of relief, no matter where Rosie was or what situation he faced, as long as he wasn't dead, the church wouldn't die.

As for the future, let him clean up the mess himself.

Hano pushed away the little widow who was holding him, walked out the door, and sighed.

Why do you send back a signal after you're gone?

Can't you just die honestly?

The Earl's Court in the dark night, cold and scary!

The infinite holy power pierced through the barriers of the world and fell straight on Rossi, and he felt that this familiar power was back in his body. Close to three thousand divine sources, give him three minutes of time. In these three minutes, he is a demigod, a demigod of the Church of Light.

In this world, there is no cosmic law to interfere with his power, and his firepower is in full swing!

The majestic holy power made his feet off the ground, floating in mid-air, his black and white eyes turned bright gold, and his long golden-brown hair grew and lengthened wildly, hanging down to his ankles. His clothes had turned into a cloak with gold trim on a white background, and a ring loomed on each finger of his right hand. His chest was covered with stars, guiding him somewhere like a signpost, and in front of him floated a scroll of animal skins, exuding primitive and profound fluctuations.

The golden-armored demigod looked at Rosie like a god in a daze, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Kill him!

That's right, it's the God of Slaughter, Rosie in this state, like the real body of some gods.

He didn't know how this guy became like this, but he knew that this guy was definitely not a true god! If he was a true god, let alone standing, he could even limit his thinking.

You haven't lost yet, you can still win!

He cheered himself up.

Rossi raised his hand and pointed at Albert, who was closest to him, and a spear of victory directly pierced the sound barrier with a "boom", and with a palm-sized sound barrier umbrella, it was inserted into Albert's body without the slightest reaction.

The holy power compressed to the limit suddenly lost control, expanded and exploded, and the holy power brutally tore through the surrounding area, including the earth and air, and a white-gold holy power rose up, and then returned to Rossi's body.

Tearing into several pieces, Albert was not immediately dead, his eyes widened and he looked at Rossi in disbelief.

His mind hasn't turned a corner yet, what the hell is going on with this Nima?

A fiery snake burst out from behind Rossi, biting Albert's lower abdomen and retracting, his divine source, Rosie smiled.