Thirty-third floor of the Protos Capitol Building, Franklin Hall.

At seven minutes and twenty-five seconds, Sigrid killed Asquesan with overwhelming force.

Long after that decisive blow, the entire council hall fell silent, and then a sound of consternation swept through the space.

The eyes of the nobles and ministers stayed in the center of the venue, their faces full of disbelief.

No one expected the Catholic Church to end this cardinal's desperate battle in a matter of minutes in such a strong way.

Originally, I thought that the bishop of Silence would take the initiative to challenge the Catholic Church with a self-respecting posture, and would press the Catholic Church step by step, starting a great war in which both sides would have to pay a tragic price, but the result was a sharp blink of an eye, and one of the parties was cut into shame.

It may not have allowed the Catholic Church to exert its full strength.

Because the Tyrant Catholic, who is known as the strongest in the Northern Continent, has never thrown a single punch from beginning to end.

There was a tumultuous whisper in the council halls, and everyone was trying to digest the horrific ending.

Many of the Imperial magnates had a look of awe on their faces, and they began to reassess the strength of the Catholic Sigrid.

The combat power that she herself has not used is particularly terrifying, and with the addition of three demon summons, it seems that Asquesang is not at the same level as her from the beginning.

It's hard to imagine that the two cardinals were the strongest of the two cardinals who had fought each other several times and couldn't tell the winner.

The other group of magnates appeared worried, fearing that the uncontrollable and dangerous nature of the overly powerful Catholic Sigrid as an ally had also increased.

The dust of the battle had settled, and the atmosphere of danger was still permeating Franklin Hall, and no one dared to move lightly.

Sigrid glanced at the archclerics of the Overlord Branch.

“！”

Led by his direct soldier Gloria, the Decepticon sprang into action, gathering traces of the battlefield, putting Asquesan's body and other ununearthed non-epic cards into the Body Bag, while cleaning the floor of the hall.

The whole process only took a few seconds.

Not only was the smell of blood dispelled by the air purifying spell, but even the floor became translucent and glowing, as if Bishop Asquesan had never been to the world.

The Imperial magnates sitting in Franklin Hall looked at the professional and efficient appearance of the Overlord Priest, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

The resurrection church is indeed the resurrection church, and it is not sloppy at all to do its old job.

At the same time, the eyes of the Priest of Annihilation were filled with deep fear, and everything was over, like pins and needles.

As Sigrid returned to the front of the Archpriesthood of the Deceptive Branch, the noise in the council hall slowly subsided.

It is reasonable for the Tyrant Catholic Church to have the right to belong to the spoils of war won in the process of the resurrection church's internal desperate war, after all, the first great sage Isis chose to agree with the form of the bishop's desperate war, in order to exempt the imperial side from responsibility and intervention.

At this moment, even if there are greedy nobles who want to try to claim that Asquesan's inheritance should be handled by the Empire, they do not dare to speak up in person.

Although the mood of the crowd has not fully recovered from the results of the desperate battle just now, the normal process of the council must continue.

"Now that the problems within the Resurrection Church have been resolved, we can resume the normal process for the next bishopric vote."

Isis the Great Sage was still sitting cross-legged in a high-backed chair, unseated, but her voice pierced the hall with the majesty of Emperor Protos.

Isis's words gave the Empire present a sense of stability.

The nobles and ministers present gradually withdrew their emotions and remained quiet, waiting for the speech of the Deceptive Branch.

Sigrid's victory gave her a huge advantage, but the rest of the voting process was still full of uncertainties -

The magnates who were originally close to and even curry favor with Asquesan are now more likely to vote for the mourning Bishop Ameles under the rules of anonymous voting to prevent Sigrid's reckoning!

Coupled with Sigrid's horrific accusations of crimes, people are also terrified of her power and why she was given three epic demon summons until her authenticity is finally confirmed.

The magnates are struggling to think and evaluate, trying to predict how this sudden battle will affect the future of the Protos Empire.

And Sigrid herself has undoubtedly undergone a drastic change in her deterrence and influence after this duel, and has become the focus of everyone's attention.

Just as Gloria, a direct soldier, was about to step forward again and start speaking.

"Wait, I have more important things to say."

Sigrid interrupted Gloria abruptly, her voice echoing through the council halls, full of determination.

Gloria bowed her head and returned to her seat, like a child worried about being abandoned.

Next.

In the eyes of everyone in Franklin Hall, the sharp-eyed Sigrid turned to look at Duke Morotian Berenhalde, who was seated on the upper left side of the hall.

Bishop Asquesan's account has been settled.

She also wanted to give the [Primordial Stone Tablet-Seal] to her Holy Son immediately.

However, there is also a real great enemy, hidden deep within the Protos Empire.

He is also the last cancer and obstacle for Sigrid and the Holy Son to control the Protos Empire together.

This breath is all too familiar to Sigrid.

For her, who possesses the keen sense of smell of an Extreme Realm martial artist, after regaining her full strength, it is impossible not to sense the breath of an enemy who has fought to the death at such a distance.

On the high platform, the elegant man wearing a dark coat and always calm and steady, the aura exuded from his body was the bastard who fought with her under the black robe of the northern border at the beginning!

"Duke Berenhard, shouldn't we settle the score?"

Sigrid didn't mean to command the three eighth-order demons, but shook his hanging hand, ready to destroy this enemy at any time.

"Catholicism."

Isis, the great sage beside the throne, reminded or warned.

Whatever grudge Sigrid has against Morodian Berenhalde at the moment, this is not the place for Sigrid to do something.

"Don't worry, Miss Isis, I won't break the rules of the Empire."

Sigrid looked back and said to Isis, the Great Sage.

Immediately, she looked again at Duke Morodyen, who was seated at the top of the left side of the hall.

"Morotian, shouldn't you explain the bloody and horrific massacre in the northern frontier provinces, and the heinous crimes you and Askesan have committed?"

Sigrid's gaze was like a sharp sword, threatening to pierce through the hypocritical nobility of the man sitting far away, and draw a final end to the absurd turmoil of the Protos Empire!

(End of chapter)