The holy city of Ranken.

Innedir left the White Tower in a rare way, and he returned from a review of the barracks in the west of the city, and was returning from a carriage.

The wide six-wheeled carriage is made of the best carpenters of the Holy Alliance, made of white thorn wood blessed by divine magic. There is no need for spray painting, and the texture of the wood itself is pure white as snow, with ethereal moire.

The corners of the carriage are cast in luxurious white gold, and even the spokes of the wheels are inlaid with delicate and mysterious ornamentation. Every time the wheel turned, the divine magic array composed of ornaments would be activated once, sprinkling a little white light into the surroundings, and even the sick poor people would take the initiative to come forward and receive the washing of divine power.

As long as the condition is not too severe, it will be immediate and will improve.

"The archbishop is on patrol-" In the personal guard of the silver-armored white horse, there are several full-time singers, and their voices are melodious.

In the crowd that gathered up, the sound of pious prayer was suddenly heard. In their view, the archbishop of the Holy See is the spokesman of the Lord in the world.

After all, there are still people who support me. In the carriage, Innedil thought with relief. He lifted the curtains and waved to everyone, the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.

In the afternoon sun, Inedil's white robe was better than snow, his long hair sprinkled with gold, handsome and beautiful, like a god. People can't help but think of his heroic deeds in the attack and defense of Rankine not long ago, so in the midst of prayers, enthusiastic cheers immediately rose one after another, like the tide of the sea.

"I want to protect, this great holy city, I want to protect, this divine lord's ......" in the depths of my heart. Inedil muttered to himself.

So be it, for the sake of these most devout believers, sacrifice a few. Why not?

"Turn around and go to the former site of the Inquisition. Finally, Innedil ordered softly. His soul was no longer shaken, and the question of the Pale Lord had a final answer.

"Archbishop, aren't you going back to the White Tower?" asked the middle-aged priest looking up across from him, after receiving a sure answer. He turned, relaying the order.

"How are the intelligence networks in various places organized?" The Inquisition is its sharpest eyes and ears, and it is also the most effective executive body. After the rebellion of Silves, the Holy See itself lost most of its sources of information. Fell into a state of complete blindness. Until recently. It was only then that Inedil was freed up to reorganize the Church's intelligence network.

"It's just a basic prototype, and it will take a lot of time and effort to break into the top level of various countries. "The cold middle-aged priest is the person in charge of the reconstruction work. His name is Inobili, he was born in the Inquisition, and after losing his bid with Anarysta for the position of Grand Inquisitor, he chose to join the Order of Priests. He is a skilled warrior who is proficient in the use of divine power.

"Take your time, don't rush. "One day, the Bright Inquisition Division will completely take the place of the Inquisition." ”

"No, we will be more loyal and unwavering. Inobili swore an oath.

"Alright," Innedil asked in a low voice, lowering the curtains, "Buyada and Setstian, what is the state now?"

"Setstian was watching, they had drawn a large number of elite troops and stationed them on the border, and the royal family relented, declaring that if Snowton continued to defy the gods and slaughter innocent people, they would march northwest and cut off their ......," Inobili replied.

"Setstian, they are the grass on the wall," Innedil said disdainfully, "A thousand years ago, if it weren't for the Demon Legion, they wouldn't have joined the Alliance. ”

"Buyada is much more eccentric," replied Inobili, glancing at him, cautiously, "and they are vigorously promoting fundamentalism in the country, claiming that the Lord can hear the prayers of the world directly, without the need for the Holy See. ”

"Ridiculous!" Innedir rebuked, his face changed, "are they blasphemous?"

"Some sources of information that are uncertain indicate that most of the clergy of the Holy See in Buyada have been bought," Inobili continued, "and that the remaining clergy loyal to the Holy See have all been put on the back foot...... There is even information that the royal family of Buyada is plotting to get rid of them. ”

"Hmm-" Innedil suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and asked with a normal face, "anything else?"

"By the way, the former Lady of Cotillia, who recently left Ian for Buyada," said Inobili, pulling out a roll of pigeon letters from his bosom, "it is said that she was invited to participate in fundamentalist debates. ”

"Gothia...... Gothia ...... "Inedil was stunned for a long time, and suddenly felt a little tired.

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The carriage came to a slow stop.

Inedil stepped out of the carriage, and the pure white blanket stretched from under his feet to the entrance of the Inquisition.

Four guards with swords and shields were the first to open the way, followed by thirty-six silver-armored guards. Surrounded by the priests, Inedil stepped into the dark and dreary corridor.

The sound of iron boots stepping on the stone slab was sonorous and powerful. Inedir had never been here, but at every fork in the road, he was able to point the way, even some hidden mechanisms.

Since the rebellion of the Inquisition, there has been no one to clean it up, and there is dust under your feet and cobwebs in the corners. After hearing the human voice, the mouse with green eyes squeaked and jumped into the hole next to it.

"You wait here......" Innedil casually commanded after reaching the pitch-black hall.

The guards and priests all stood in solemn order, and no one dared to disobey.

With only Inobili in hand, Inedil continued on his way. A faint white light emanated from around him, illuminating a nearby qiē, but only a few steps away, darkness regained the upper hand, and the Lord of Shadows was here, imprisoned for two thousand years, and his remnants still remained.

"The ultimate light is always accompanied by the ultimate darkness. Innedir sighed at the last door. He ordered Inobili to wait at the door, and he did not hesitate to push the door in.

There are ethereal chants, there are magnificent holy words, and in the cracks of the door, a ray of blazing white light is revealed, like a long sword that opens the world, cutting the diffuse darkness in two.

Inobili didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to move, he felt a huge coercion coming out of thin air, and with the strength of his superior martial artist, it was difficult to match.

Half an hour later, Innedir came out with his hands in his hands, and his body was brilliant, and in an instant, the traces left by the Lord of Shadows were swept away.

"There are three holy places in the Holy See," Innedil said with a warm smile as he looked at the stunned Inobili, "Today, you have the privilege of meeting one of them. ”

He pointed behind him, then at himself.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (Second update.) ）