On the other side of the continent, people are rushing towards the tallest building in the town, the golden building shining in the sunlight, as if the building itself glows from a distance.

This is the former Flame Lion Academy, and now its name is called the Holy Court. Watanabe Castle has also completely changed, with the surrounding walls connected to the entire city with the Holy Court as the center, and the original modest houses have been transformed into buildings with mushroom-like spires.

It can be said that the entire Watanabe Castle and the Holy Court have now become a whole, and the original Watanabe Castle has lost its name, and now the people call it the Holy City.

Today is the annual opening of the Holy Court, and even people from thousands of miles away will come here on this day, hoping to receive the blessing of the God King.

People who have suffered from war are often the most ignorant, and when they are faced with death, when they are faced with force majeure, they often look in their hearts for a god to save them.

And this deity is their only faith now, the Holy See of the Divine Domain.

It's just that they don't know that everything that is war or pain, whether it's war or pain, is what God in their hearts has brought to them, or that the people who know it probably don't exist in this world anymore.

On the tallest building, a man in a golden robe stood silently, smiling with satisfaction as he watched the crowd gather below.

But it was not like that in his eyes, it was a strange gaze, with a hint of evil, as if in his eyes it was not a human being but an ant.

There was also a person standing behind him, dressed in a white robe about twenty years old, he lowered his head slightly, as if he was afraid of the other party, and did not dare to make a sound.

He is the Pope of the Holy See of the Divine Domain, perhaps no one would believe that the Holy See of the Holy Domain, which has always lived in the darkest part of the continent, would become a kind of faith, and the Pope without a trace of emotion has become a savior-like existence.

"Do you know the news from the Magino Empire?" the Pope did not focus on the other party, but continued to watch the crowd below.

"Are you talking about the summoning of the gods?" replied the man in white, clasping his hands into fists respectfully.

"What do you think about that?" asked the Pope with interest.

"My subordinates don't think this matter can be trusted, the anti-heaven technique of divine summoning can't exist at all, and in my opinion, most of them are deliberately released by the Magino Empire in order to deter other countries!" he said with certainty.

The Pope listened to him, and did not say anything more, but walked up to him step by step and circled around him.

"Is it true, I think you should know what to do. He just put his hand on the other party's shoulder, without using the slightest strength, but the other party sank down unnaturally.

"Yes! my subordinates understand!" replied the man with a slight trembling voice, and the so-called companion like a companion tiger may be nothing more than that.

The Pope waved his hand and motioned for him to go down, and it was only at this moment that his heart finally relaxed.

In the luxurious suite where the mourners lived in the gravel hotel, it seemed a little dead, and the sacrifices did not mean to wake up for three whole days.

"Is the Sacrifice awake?" Char walked to Leng Wushuang's side, his steps were light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the Sacrifice's rest.

"Mr. Char, you're here!" she got up, glanced at Char, and shook her head helplessly.

Char was a little anxious, but he couldn't show it, because the woman in front of him was afraid that the sacrifice would be no less than his own.

"It's okay, it's okay! I've come here to tell you the good news, that little guy is out of danger now, and now he can recover mainly in recuperation. Leng Wushuang's originally somewhat godless eyes revealed a glimmer of brilliance.

"Xiao Xiang, he's okay, isn't he? this is really good!" Leng Wushuang said as he turned sideways and glanced at the sacrificial priest who was still asleep.

Char looked at Leng Wushuang, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

Before he came, President Fubu explained that he hoped that he could release Bai Yu. But seeing the sacrifice that was still in a deep sleep, he really couldn't open this mouth to Leng Wushuang, after all, all of this was caused by Bai Yu.

"Mr. Char, you came here to take Bai Yu away, right?" Leng Wushuang's words made Char unconsciously flutter, he thought he was hiding it well, but after all, it was still seen.

"Peerless girl, don't worry, until the sacrifice comes to his senses, our Mold Master Guild will not let Bai Bai Yu leave here. His words were obviously a little lacking in confidence, although the Molders Guild was a guild of reading power, but what they had to face was the Steamer Chamber of Commerce that no empire would want to be an enemy.

Although the other party has not taken any action yet, as long as the other party has made a move, I am afraid that it is not something they can resist at all. After all, the sacrificial corpse killed a level 7 creator in front of everyone, and when he reached level 7 creator, he really stepped into the forest of the strong, even if the steamer chamber of commerce had a background, he would never let this matter go, and when he thought of this, Charles shook his head helplessly.

"Mr. Char, don't worry! As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone take Bai Yu away. "A magician with the power to seal demons is the nemesis of creators and magicians.

As early as the beginning, Leng Wushuang forcibly injected demon-breaking power directly into Bai Yu's body, and now he was lying on the bed like a living dead and couldn't move, unable to speak.

Char glanced at the room where Bai Yu was locked up, and didn't know what to say.

However, he is very interested in Leng Wushuang now, he has only heard of the demon caster and has never seen it, but it seems that it is not suitable to ask the other party about the matter of the demon caster at this time.

"Wushuang girl, don't worry, I will definitely instruct my subordinates to take care of the sacrifice here, you haven't closed your eyes for a few days, so let's rest and rest!" In the past few days, Leng Wushuang has almost not been resting for a moment except for simply eating a little food, she is not excited because the sacrifice has any divine summoning power, all she thinks about now is hoping that the sacrifice can be safe.

At this moment, she is not a person with revenge thoughts, but as a woman guarding the man she wants to protect.

"Thank you, Mr. Char. I'm not tired yet, I want to wait for the priest to wake up. Char looked at Leng Wushuang, whose eyes were bloodshot and pale, and he really didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh and say goodbye to Leng Wushuang.

When he left here, he directly ordered his subordinates to take good care of them, which was probably the only thing he could do. (To be continued.) )