"The waves and the storm seem to have stopped, Mistress Mister! Are you alright? As a temple saint, if something happens to you, I really don't know how to atone for my sins! How can you be so dangerous~"

The owner of the merchant ship finally stumbled out of the cabin at this moment.

Mistre looked at the pot-bellied shipowner, looking a little tired, but waved his hand.

"Your Excellency Victor, I'm fine, as a member of the Silver Temple, it's my right to protect the people of the Empire."

"Moreover, I advise Your Excellency Victor to take shelter in the cabin first, I think the matter is far from over!"

Mistre stood up, his tired expression already looking at the sea in the distance.

"Ahh It's not over yet!! ”

"How is this possible? Could it be that all this is the movement of the legendary deep-sea alien race? ”

Although Victor is not a nobleman, he has a distant relative of a viscount, and he knows more about the secrets of this world than ordinary people.

"Deep-sea aliens?"

Victor's expression wavered, but finally shook his head and said solemnly.

"It's hard to say now, but the day of prophecy is not far away."

"When the stars return, when the gods return~"

"A thousand years of holy war, after all, a thousand years have passed, before the evil god breaks through the seal of the gods, the heirs of the evil god and their relatives will definitely return from the different dimensions in advance to create turmoil."

"This kind of turmoil, there have been two locations on the continent at this time, and it is not new."

"Fortunately, those two extradimensional rifts have been resealed by the Silver Temple with holy relics."

"However, this is the sea, if there is really a deep-sea alien race that breaks through the seal of another dimension and opens the crack in the material interface, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the countries of the continent to maintain relative stability in the future."

"But, as far as the current situation is concerned, I haven't felt the unique aura of another dimension, but with such a powerful and strange celestial phenomenon, there may be no more than three of them that I can guess at the moment."

"First, there are sea creatures on the bottom of the sea here who have accidentally obtained the contamination of relics with the powerful pollution of the evil god and become a sea monster, that is, the tentacles of the evil god in the earthly world, which can cause such a powerful vision similar to a miracle."

"Second, there are sea creatures on the bottom of the sea here who have obtained the powerful holy relics of our human gods, and their physiognomy is consistent, so they have successfully become another powerful sea beast god servant of our righteous gods in the mortal world."

"Third, the descendants of the evil gods of the deep sea, the dependents, have successfully broken the crack in another dimension and returned to the earthly world, the reason why I don't feel the breath of another dimension at the moment is probably that these evil god tentacles have come up with a means to shield the breath of another dimension."

Mister did not hide anything, and directly said his own large number of speculations, and did not care about the owner of the ship, who was stunned in place, and immediately jumped lightly and jumped onto the watchtower seven or eight meters high on the sailboat.

Originally, Mister didn't want to pay attention to the vision here, after all, as a saint of the Silver Temple, his first thought was to protect the safe return of the Imperial subjects on this merchant ship.

But now, he can't care about that much.

Such terrifying celestial changes and elemental turmoil, if it is not clear whether it is the return of the heirs of the evil gods or the clan, it will directly threaten the security of the entire continent.

The mortals of this world still need time, at least until the day when the gods of humanity return.

For this reason, the sacrifice of individuals and a few people is really not so important in Mister's eyes.

Standing on top of a watchtower, Mister looks out to sea.

Looking at the sea and sky, the turbulent sea has slowly calmed down, and the original wind and lightning have also stopped.

Only the heavy dark clouds have not yet dispersed, and the deep-sea whirlpool, which seemed terrifying not far from the sea level, has gradually faded.

Mistre looked at everything and closed his eyes slightly.

"There is no smell of evil god pollution."

"It's not the breath of another dimension, no, there is an unprecedented spatial wave aura near the sea and sky here~"

"Under the sea... The spiritual vision of the bottom of the sea can't see clearly, and the holy power can't feel it, the elemental riot here is still too much, hey~ My strength is still too weak after all. ”

Mister opened his eyes again, his eyebrows a little more tired.

As a saint of the Silver Temple, he was very noble in front of the nobles and even the royal family of various countries on the surface, but he was still too weak compared to the saints of the other Silver Temple.

The saints of the Silver Temple are graded.

According to the nature of the relics, different saints who hold the relics are of course strong and weak.

In the mortal world after Ragnarok, the transcendent cultivation path of mortals has actually been cut off a long time ago.

But this world has not abandoned mortals after all, because in the world after the gods have been dusk, the gods still have many items left in the mortal world to retain their powerful divine power.

And these items are the so-called holy relics, of course, the so-called evil gods also have leftovers, and these are called pollutants.

In short, there is an extremely rare probability that mortals will reach a holy contract with the holy relic through the fit with the holy relic.

Once you have a holy contract, then in an instant, mortals will have extraordinary powers.

And such people are saints.

This transcendent power will accompany the saints to meditate continuously, and connect with the holy relics to constantly change and even enhance the saints' extraordinary powers.

But in the end, the source of the power of these saints comes from holy relics.

And the holy relics themselves are also strong and weak.

Therefore, even if the saint is 100% compatible with his holy relic, its upper limit is limited to the level of utility that the holy relic itself can play.

Relic levels are divided into: Low, Intermediate, High, and Holy Tiers.

And for the saints of the Silver Temple are also divided into four different levels.

Although Mister is not a low-level saint, he is only a middle-level saint.

There are at least hundreds of silver temples for saints like him, not counting the missionaries and nuns within the churches themselves.

As for the so-called silver temple, it does not belong to any church or even the state.

The Silver Sanctuary is a joint international organization formed about 300 years ago by the Pars Empire and the Dawn Church in the western part of the continent.

The Silver Temple is independent of the major churches and state administrations, and its responsibilities are clear.

In short, the only thing to do is to deal with the killing affairs related to the evil gods and pollutant monsters of the alien race.

For this reason, the Silver Temple has always been a relatively special group on the mainland.

They have a lot of power, but they are also relatively supervised by the nations and the major churches.

Mister was in such an organization, and his holy relic was nothing special, just a thin sword of gold and silver.

The Rapier is a mid-level holy relic, and legend has it that it belonged to a great hero who served the gods before the millennium holy war.

Its previous owner died in a heretical contamination event more than thirty years ago.

Stroking the thin sword he wore at his waist, Mister looked out at the suddenly silent sea, and his eyes were already extremely complicated.

"Old man, it looks like we're going to fight side by side again today, I just hope this isn't the last time we fight side by side~"

The rapier trembled slightly, as if in response, emitting a crisp metallic trill.

Seeing this, Mister suddenly smiled and drew his rapier, staring at the sea and jumping down from the watchtower without fear.

His figure fell into the sea, but when his figure was about to fall into the sea, the next moment, a powerful air current suddenly erupted under his feet.

Then, his figure froze in the air, and finally slowly descended and touched the surface of the sea with his feet.

And at this moment, the sea under his feet was already rippling with colorless ripples, so he stepped on the rippling water so steadily, so strange and chic.