actually missed a chapter.,It's a dog.。 The missing one is 101, and the 101 sent yesterday has been renamed 102, so I'm sorry.

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Winning, although winning, does not make people happy.

In order to completely annihilate the gods of Huite, Yelut's side also paid the price of the fall of three main gods, eleven upper gods, and dozens of middle and lower gods. With such a large number, it is definitely a terrible blow to a god system. The gods are not cabbages, and the seeds are sprinkled into the ground and watered, and the powerful gods can be harvested. The strength of the gods takes time to settle down, and these gaps cannot be filled overnight.

However, the harvest was not small, a complete main godhead, nine higher godheads, and some other godheads, enough for Yelut to fill the vacant position a little.

The mortal side was not too smooth, as some areas were included in Jeruth's rule, and some cities joined other forces as independent city-states and continued to fight against Jeruth.

Although a large-scale war had not yet broken out in the Southern Regions at this time, the small frictions between more than a dozen forces had begun to heat up, and no one knew when and where a full-scale war would break out.

Rossi received a small knighthood for his exploits.

One of the most obvious features of feudal society is the strict social class system. After a war to destroy the country, in order to consolidate the power of the archons, in order to highly concentrate power in the hands of a small number of people, the title system came into being.

Rosie has just mixed a third-class knighthood, and in the entire title system, he has just entered the privileged class. But he didn't care, he didn't want to do this, and the nobility of the reward didn't mean much to him.

At this time, he was completely focused on the holy power in his hands.

This is also a problem that he only discovered after calming down, in this pure holy power, there is actually a trace of black things hidden. He had tried all sorts of things, but he couldn't get rid of this black thing. In essence, this black thing is also holy power, and it has the same properties as holy power, and even in terms of destructive power, it is stronger than ordinary holy power. But he always had some doubts in his heart, where did this black holy power come from?

Where did this trace of black holy power come from? It seemed to appear overnight, and it could not be removed. No matter what means are used, this trace of black holy power will appear again after a while, and there is a faint possibility of growth.

He had a vague guess that the problem was in another world.

In another world, Hano smiled and looked at the twelve apostles at the conference table, and together with him, there were thirteen of them. These thirteen people may not be the most remarkable figures in the church system, but they also have a lot of energy. The lowest are also priests, among whom there is even a cardinal.

These people sat together, and Hano laughingly called the Thirteen Councillors of the Round Table.

There were no complicated emotions on the faces of these people, and there was some helplessness in their eyes. They were all pulled into the water by the people around them, starting with Horson, like a collapsed domino, out of control.

"In addition to some daily information exchanges, there is one more thing I would like to ask you to come this time. Hano was playing with a lucky coin in his hand, which he didn't admit, but those who knew him well could tell that he always seemed to imitate Rossi unconsciously. Rosie likes to smile at people, and Hano is always smiling. Rossi loves to collect lucky coins, and Hano has started collecting them as well.

Vera also said once some time ago that Hano unexpectedly became angry and had a falling out with Vera. Since then, no one has dared to speak out about this matter and make themselves unhappy.

"Sir, please speak. ”

Hano bowed slightly, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "I plan to take over the position of Patriarch of the Imperial Capital Diocese and take over the work of the Church in the Imperial Capital." It doesn't work for me to say it alone, and Attila will definitely not agree, so I need everyone to stand up and support me, and once I get this position, the future prospects are just around the corner. ”

The only cardinal, Olaf, glanced at the crowd at the conference table and coughed lightly, "Your Excellency, our solidarity can only work if you are canonized, and without the cooperation of the Empire, our solidarity will be meaningless. ”

The deeper meaning of this sentence is, have you and the emperor colluded together?

"Please rest assured, I have communicated with His Majesty Fabio in private, and you will be able to hear the rumors for some time now. ”

Hano's words reassured the people a little, and after a quick eye contact, Olaf bowed slightly, "As you wish." ”

"You have to believe that our future is bright and that the future will definitely belong to us!"

After dissolving the meeting, a young knight approached Hano, "Lord Earl, we have found that someone is watching your every move, and they have been caught, and it is in the dungeon of Earl's Court. ”

Hano was packing up his papers, his movements paused, and a flash of panic flashed across his face. His hands trembled unconsciously, and the papers he had just packed were scattered on the table again. He snapped, "Who is it?"

The knight bent down, "It's someone from the church, and the chief of the guard thinks it might be someone from the Inquisition." ”

That's Yarez's people?

Hano's face was furious, and he slapped the table, and a cold glint flashed in his squinted eyes. Ever since Rossi left, Arèrez seemed to have his eyes on him, with people from the Inquisition always looming around him. He understood that he had inherited Rossi's legacy and threw himself into the arms of the imperial ruling class, which made many of the churchgoers who followed Rossi unhappy. They wanted to find fault with Hano, and it wasn't a day or two.

But he really didn't expect that Yarez would dare to really do something to him and start spying on him.

The first thought in his mind at this time was whether Ares knew something, how many things he knew, and whether it would be a devastating blow to his plans.

The next moment, a wisp of murderous intent grew in his heart, and Yarez couldn't keep it anymore. Once or twice, he could dodge, but one day it was exposed, and he really found real evidence for Areth, and he had to face not the people in the Inquisition, but the backbone of the church led by Attila. The more I learned about the church, the more I realized how terrifying this organization was.

With a gloomy face, he went straight back to the Earl's Court and went into the dungeon.

In the dark dungeon, a man covered in red fruit and full of whip marks was hung in the air in the shape of a "big", and the walls on the side were covered with various torture instruments, and two soldering irons were buried in red-hot charcoal, and the whole body was fiery red.

Hanno pulled out a handkerchief to cover his nose, the air circulation was poor, and the smell was terrible, with the stench of gutter-like decay.

The servant placed a chair in the center of the interrogation room, and Hano sat down directly, looking at the hanging man with a frown and beckoning.

The veteran in charge of the torture on the side immediately came over with a sneer. Hanno was disgusted, for he saw in this man who he used to be.

"Did you ask anything?", Hano asked.

The man shook his head, "Master, the villain used a lot of methods, but he didn't break his mouth. ”

With a wave of his hand, Hano told everyone to leave, leaving only him and the hanging Apostle in the dungeon.

He got up from his chair, walked over to the apostle, and wiped the half-dried blood on the apostle's face with the handkerchief in his hand, "I don't know what Aarez wants you to do, and I don't want to know what he wants to do, tell me what you know, and I'll give you a way to live." ”

The apostle was already exhausted, and he didn't have the slightest strength in the pain, he looked up at Hano, and the black and white beads in his swollen and purple eye sockets rolled in a circle, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle, which was spit on Hano's face, followed by an intermittent laugh, laughing extraordinarily presumptuously.

Hano touched the disgusting spit on his face, wiped it off angrily, and then directly picked up the red-hot soldering iron, aimed it at the apostle's crotch and stabbed it.

With a thud, a puff of white smoke rose up, accompanied by the apostle's dry and sharp screams, and his whole body convulsed.

"Now I say that there is still a chance. Hano tossed the iron back into the furnace, pulled a one-foot-long nail from the wall beside him, and stood back with a mallet to the apostle. He pointed the nail to the apostle's shoulder, his face expressionless, "Say, what do you know?"

The apostle, covered in blood and sweat, opened only a few teeth, and his bloody mouth revealed a mocking look, smiling without saying a word.

Hano rounded the hammer and slammed it on the nail, and the one-foot-long nail was knocked into a third of it in an instant, and the blood slammed him in the face.