The church, the Holy Mountain, a nameless temple.

A few poorly dressed ascetics sat at the foot of a cliff outside the temple, staring at the cliff that was close at hand, without saying a word. Moss has grown on their bodies, and birds have made nests on their heads, and no one knows how long they have been sitting here.

Beneath the skin of each ascetic, there was a golden juice as thick as magma churning. They were like a fiery golden solution wrapped in a layer of human skin, and a small gap in their skin could burst out with great power.

Walking up the steep steps behind the ascetics, it took a few steps to reach the entrance to the Temple of the Nameless.

An old knight in black armor leaned lazily against the gate of the temple, drinking the pungent wine without taking a sip. The wine poured from the flask had an eerie dark red color, a blood wine made from the blood of unknown creatures. The occasional drop or two of wine splashed on the ground immediately corroded the granite floor into fist-sized pits.

But the old knight, just taking a sip of the highly poisonous liquor, did not see the slightest discomfort.

Walking into the dimly lit hall, there are dense beehive-like portals on both sides of the corridor, some of which are open, revealing the small space inside, and some of which are tightly closed, and there is a faint low whistling sound coming from behind the door.

In the deepest part of the temple is a small hemispherical hall. The walls of the small hall with a diameter of about 20 meters are carved with countless statues of gods, which are the scenes of the battle between the gods and other gods worshiped by the church in the Western continent, and there are terrible scenes of the fall of a large number of gods.

Among these statues, even the God of Dawn, who is now enshrined in the Temple of Dawn, the most powerful church power, has several huge gaps in his body, and his face shows an expression of great pain and panic.

A lone dragon head made of black metal was in the center of the hall, and a man in a black robe with a frighteningly white face was in the middle of the hall. The tall man, who was as white as an undead spirit, held the dragon head in both hands, and was constantly injecting dark golden power into the dragon head.

Circles of faintly visible magic patterns continued to spread out from the dragon's head, and the huge power entered a huge divine power crystal underground along the dragon's head, and after the transformation of the divine power crystallization and several huge divine arrays nearby, it quickly transported to the distance along a specially laid power circuit.

In the inconspicuous mountains of the Holy Mountain, many of these nameless temples stand quietly under the cover of the mountain rocks. In addition to these small halls, there are also many caves and karst caves that constantly emit similar power fluctuations - power fluctuations belonging to demigods.

No one can tell how many demigods are hidden in the sacred mountain of the Church. For countless years. In the previous religious wars on the Western Continent, the heavenly throne was killed like pigs and dogs, and the holy realm fell like raindrops, but the demigods ...... Demigods have never had a record of shooting.

Almost all the demigods, according to a secret covenant, once they set foot in the realm of demigods, they were baptized by divine grace and absorbed into the church, and after being given various prominent titles, they lived quietly in seclusion in the holy mountain, basically never born again.

The man in black in the nameless hall fed the huge amount of energy accumulated in his body into the faucet at one time. Then he gasped heavily. Rao is demigod is extremely fast to regain energy, and he will exhaust all his strength at once. It will take several days to regain his original state of full strength.

The man in black grabbed a kettle from the ground with a gloomy face, and poured it into the essence of the Tree of Life in a big gulp.

Throwing the empty kettle aside, the man in black suddenly roared loudly: "Find me a woman! The higher the status, the better, preferably a woman like a cardinal, a cardinal, a god-crowned archbishop." Be younger, prettier, and I'm going to discuss the mysteries of the gods with her!

Panicked footsteps came from outside the hall. Quickly go away.

The man in black snorted coldly, he walked back and forth twice like a lion and tiger imprisoned in a cage, and suddenly walked to a weapon rack in the corner of the hall, pulled out a black long sword, and swung it fiercely in the air. The black long sword emitted a blood-colored light, and the blade of this sword had a blinding blood-red color, which was the bloody aura that had accumulated on the blade after countless slaughters.

"Damn the church!" Gently licking the blade of the sword with his tongue, the man in black roared in a low voice, "What's the point of working so hard to become a demigod? I can't join the Knights of Punishment, I can't join the Inquisition, I can't even leave the Holy Mountain, why should I become a demigod?"

"Good wine, beautiful women, bloody killings, this is the life that I Spart deserves. But now, I'm a huge magic crystal, replenishing this sealing magic circle with the power of a demigod every other month! Is this my life?"

Roaring angrily, the man in black sat down on the ground in a daze. He wrenched his fingers and counted the days when his favorite grandson, Stronn, would visit him. Every year, Stronn would visit him on the Holy Mountain, and each time he would send several beautiful women with skin as white as milk and as delicate as cream.

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, the man in black laughed strangely: "Strön, my child, you are more useful than your father! Your father is such a waste, in order to hunt down an escaped succubus slave, he actually chased into the abyssal world, and then actually died there! My Speight's glory was lost by him!"

"Well, you'd rather use it better. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't leave the Holy Mountain, the throne of Caesar's Empire should be handed over to you!" Lying lazily on the floor, Spart muttered in a low voice: "The current emperor does not meet my mind, after all, he is not my child, although he is the blood of the royal family, but is not my child, this throne should be inherited by my descendants!"

Just when Spart was sighing to himself that he shouldn't have broken through the demigod realm so early, and that he should have enjoyed the glory and wealth and family support in the world for a while longer, the sound of hurried footsteps came. A holy master wearing black armor and exuding a strong smell of blood all around him strode into the hall, he knelt heavily in front of Speight, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness Stronn has been killed!"

Spart froze, he slowly got up from the ground, stared at the black-armored knight kneeling in front of him, and said fiercely, "What did you say?"

The black-armored knight lowered his head, he knew how terrible the man in front of him was. The cruel and tyrannical Spease still has the legend of the 'bloody prince who eats people's hearts' in the northern frontier of Caesar's Empire. During the period when Spart ruled the northern provinces of Caesar's Empire, the northern frontier of Caesar's Empire was like a hell on earth.

Taking a deep breath, the black-armored knight plucked up his courage: "His Highness Stron has been killed. He was assassinated in a grand theater of the Gallic Empire while representing our country at the palace banquet of the Holy Light I of the Gallic Empire to celebrate the birthday of the Holy Light I!"

With a 'hum' sound, a black-red strong light diffused from Speight's body, surrounding his body, and several looming sword shadows gradually condensed, and gradually these sword shadows exuded a suffocating killing intent, he stared at the black-armored knight kneeling on the ground, and suddenly showed a bright smile: "So, who is the murderer?"

Drops of cold sweat continued to flow down the black-armored knight's forehead, and he said in a low voice, "There is no result for the time being. However, the assassin of His Highness Strönn used a weapon of the Imperial military crossbow. ”

"Blame the blame!" Spart said indifferently: "The person who planted the blame and committed the assassination must not be a person from the Caesar Empire." Well, most likely the Gallic Empire, I know, it should be them. At the beginning of the founding of the Gallic Empire, there was a full-scale war with us for nearly a hundred years, and there was a traditional feud between our two countries, a feud that could not be dissolved!"

With a sneer, Spart said coldly: "It's been almost forty years since the end of the Hundred Years of Land Island War, the economy and people's livelihood of the Western Continent have recovered, and they are better than before, the nobles' claims for territory are endless, the nobles pursue territory, and the big businessmen pursue wealth, so war is inevitable!"

Drawing his sword, Spart said in a deep voice: "War, they want to provoke war!"

Pointing to the weapon rack casually, a set of black armor flew up silently, and one by one it was worn on Spett's body. With a crazy smile, Spart shouted in a deep voice: "Knights of the Bloody Heart, can you still kill people? Will you still kill people? Do you still dare to kill people?"

Including the old man who was sitting at the entrance of the hall drinking, a full three hundred warriors in black armor swarmed and quickly gathered in front of Speight.

Spart raised his right index finger and gently touched it in front of his lips: "Shhh, be quiet, let's leave the holy mountain secretly, don't alarm anyone." Let's go teach the Gallic Empire a little lesson, don't let the damn church bother our Yaxing!"

With a sinister smile, Spease quietly walked out of the Nameless Temple with the three hundred old knights of the Bloody Heart Knights.

An obese man in a red robe hurriedly walked over with a beautiful face and a high-ranking clerical robe. Seeing the heavily armed Speight, he couldn't help but exclaim.

In the next moment, Speight's long sword swept over, and the heads of the fat man and the beautiful girl flew into the sky, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

Quietly, under the cover of Speight's strong strength, the last three hundred knights of the Bloody Heart Knights who had set foot in the Holy Realm followed Speight's footsteps and left the Holy Mountain without alarming anyone.

The ascetics sat at the door of the hall in a daze, ignoring any changes in the outside world.