To the north of the city of Ranken, the tower is majestic.

The clouds that had shrouded the sky for nearly 100 days completely dissipated, and the clear sunlight shone on the earth again, and without the hindrance of the "Cloak of Death", the "Holy White Tower" was gradually regaining its former strength.

In mid-air, the pure brilliance visible to the naked eye was absorbed to the tower body piece by piece, slowly flowing in the lines of Dao Mithril, and in the flow of bright energy, the mysterious and inexplicable magic array was connected again, penetrating one place.

The slender and upright white pagoda became brilliant again, as if bathed in holy light.

The Holy Alliance's White Thorn Banner hunted and flew in Lancoln, and the army that came to the aid temporarily took over the city's defenses. At the same time, several of the League's leading generals led swift cavalry units to follow the pursuit of the Judgment Crusaders, and pieces of the fallen territory were once again recovered.

The crisis was over, and the Rankine army and people rejoiced, but there was no one in the celebration procession, their supreme ruler, Archbishop Inedil. When Illo took the saint away, he led a group of guards in pursuit, and he still did not return. Without his order, no one in the city dared to approach the "Holy White Tower", and could only look at the "Stone Pope" at the top of the White Tower from afar to worship.

Therefore, they naturally did not find out what was happening in this nine-story tower now. They didn't even know that under this glorious appearance, an obscure tentacle of spiritual power spread like a vine to all corners of the tower, quietly taking over the control of all parts of this powerful magic tower.

Countless tentacles of spiritual power climbed and entwined like a swarm of snakes, and the root of all of them was the "Stone Pope" standing quietly on the top of the tower, from the "Pale Lord" who dwelt in the body of the stone statue.

While the tentacles extend. Streams of pure energy are also converging from the tower and pouring into the stone statues. Under the power of the Holy Light, the fine cracks gradually healed, and the stony skin slowly became softer.

Feeling that the strength in his body was gradually recovering, the "Pale Lord" couldn't help but exhale a breath of turbidity. Unlike the of the "Lord of Shadows". I chose a more sensible method of possession. The "Stone Pope", which was engraved and manufactured by the Lord of Light himself, already possessed powerful light energy, and through such indirect means, he could call on the light energy stored in the stone statue. Otherwise, with his true face as a hell god, how could he use the power of the Holy Light so freely?

He chuckled a smugly chuckle, his gaze sweeping over Ranken. This extraordinarily long winter is a thing of the past, and spring is beginning to take place in large areas south of the Cast Iron Mountains. The fields outside the city, which had been trampled by the three major legions, were now covered with a layer of fluffy greenery.

The military and civilians rejoiced. Like a grand festival, the young men and women who had been holding back all winter went out of the city to play in the water by the river, and even the "Pale Lord" on the tower seemed to be able to hear their cheerful laughter faintly.

"Young Muai, human nature," the stone statue couldn't help whispering to himself, "but I really didn't expect it." Just one woman made him mess up...... It seems that no matter how old he behaves on weekdays. After all, he's just a young man. He was talking about Insedir, who had led his troops after Allegri, a young priest who had always respected himself as a "mentor" and who could almost be said to have grown up under his nose. It was precisely with the guidance of the "Pale Lord" that Inedil was able to rise to the top, and finally became the archbishop in charge of the entire Holy See of Light. But. Speaking of which, I should also be grateful to this so-called student who has a deep relationship with him, and it is because of him that he finally has this excellent opportunity to control the "Holy White Tower" alone.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously shook his head. He is the evil god of hell, how can he have such a deep affection for a human being. Like the "Lord of Shadows", he is just using him, the only difference is that the two choose to influence him in very different ways.

The "Pale Lord" calmed down, manipulated his spiritual power tentacles, and searched everywhere for the origin hub of the White Tower. It was a place that even Inedil had not yet been able to fully grasp, and as long as he could take this opportunity to assimilate it, he would be able to hide from his student and become the true master of the "Holy White Tower".

However, to achieve this, he needs the help of another person.

The stone statue slowly turned around and took a step, and the slightly cloudy crystal ball in his hand suddenly threw out a faint white light during the stroke, which happened to be reflected on the stone wall opposite.

The pure white lines of holy light continued to writhe, transforming into divine runes, and from the perspective of the "Pale Lord", these divine runes happened to construct the shape of a door.

The "Pale Lord" took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and pressed on the door, the divine pattern matched, the mechanism was activated, he stretched out his hand and pushed, and the stone wall suddenly opened!

The faint light slanted in, and the old man covered with dirty robes was sitting in the cage of light casting, and raised his head tremblingly as the stone wall opened.

Through the faint light, you can see that his face is withered, his wrinkles are deep to the bones, his cheeks are sunken, and his expression is extremely gloomy. The heavy black chains were entangled, making his every move look very difficult, but through the scattered white hair, he could vaguely distinguish the familiar appearance of the old man.

"Yo, you can still hold your head up...... He is a legendary pro of the past. The stone statue praised it. When Inedil ascended to the position of archbishop, he did not kill the old bishop because he did not reveal the secrets of the White Tower. He was imprisoned in a secret dungeon, tortured day and night, but he never resisted death, leaving Innerdir helpless. When the army besieged the city, Silves even deceived himself into the forest below the tower, and Innedir was worried that the old bishop would be secretly rescued by him, so he imprisoned him on the top floor of the white tower instead, and threw water once a few days for later use. However, after Inedir left the city to chase Allegri, he did not feed for a long time, and the water in the cell should have been exhausted long ago. Under such circumstances, he has been able to support himself until now, and his vitality is not weak.

However, that's about it.

"Long time no see, Archbishop," the Pale Lord smiled inexplicably and slowly leaned down, "Or, should I call you by your original name, Samuel?"

This powerhouse, who once controlled all the light, can only open his blind eyes blankly, his once pure white pupils can see into the hearts of the people in the world, but now they look cloudy. After experiencing a lot of torture, the old bishop was already heartbroken, but the moment he heard the sound of the stone statue, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, "Are you ...... His Holiness the Pope?"

"Your Majesty the Pope?" the stone statue was stunned for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, you can call me that." ”

"No, no," the old bishop immediately came to his senses when he heard the strange tone of the stone statue, this strange tone was definitely not something that the noble and indifferent "Stone Pope" could show, his expression was solemn, and he asked tentatively, "You...... Who is it? Why did such a trespasser dare to enter the Pope's body?"

"This, you don't need to know the Dao......" The stone statue straightened up and gently stroked the "Holy Spirit Eye" in his hand, this name also used to belong to the old man opposite, but now, he wanted more than this.

"Where's Innedir, let him come to me. There was still some remnant of majesty in the old bishop's voice, and he could feel it, except for the sound of the stone statue, it seemed that there was no one around.

"Innedir, he's not here," the Pale Lord smiled slightly, staring at the old man opposite, "Besides, I opened the cell just to borrow something from you, and I don't need him to be around." ”

"What is it?" the old bishop couldn't help but be stunned, he had fallen into the current situation, could there be anything else on his body that others wanted to plot?

"Is this...... You'll know in a moment. The stone statue smiled grimly, holding up the crystal ball with one hand, and slowly stretched out the other hand to cover the old bishop's gray-haired head.

"Wait," the old bishop pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and raised his voice, "I know what you want, my spiritual imprint, right?"

"Yes, what? No, so what?" replied with the left hand of the stone statue, hanging three inches above the old bishop's head.

"If I blow up the Sea of Souls, you won't get anything," the old bishop's voice was eager with a hint of threat, not knowing that the other party's claws were already ready to attack, "you tell me how Silves is doing first, and I can consider handing it over to you." ”

"Oh...... Are you negotiating terms with me?" The stone statue had a playful look on his face, he had expected that the old bishop would not take the initiative to cooperate, and naturally there were corresponding countermeasures, but now, he didn't mind saying a few words, "The Silves you asked is your grandson...... He had already led the Inquisition to betray the Church, and a few days ago he had led an army to besiege the city of Lancoln......"

"What did you say?" said the old bishop, his face shocked and full of disbelief.

Seeing that the old bishop still wanted to ask questions, the stone statue suddenly smiled lowly, pinched his left hand into a claw, and pressed it hard.

In the terrible screams, blood and brains gushed out, and the stone statue looked at the blood splashes of the white robe on his body with some pity, and the tentacles of spiritual power continued to probe into the old bishop's eyebrows.

At this moment, the "Pale Lord" suddenly raised his head with a light "huh".

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden darkness.

"Shadow, this guy is quite fast," the stone statue twitched his nose slightly, discerning the obscure fluctuations in the air, and whispered to himself, "But with the power of the 'Holy White Tower', I can just project it, and it's not too late." (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, it seems that JJ is guaranteed today)