Cole Fallon's breathing was heavy, and his face trembled slightly from the sand. Luo Jia watched with interest the change in the former pastor's expression, thinking of the schools of fish that stared at the godless eyes and swallowed the bait.

With the slightest temptation, people can be as stupid as fish, perhaps even more. At least Roga had witnessed Fogham scolding for not swallowing the bait. According to preliminary estimates, the bait thrown in by the white-haired phoenix was enough for the fish in the small lake of the oasis to spend a whole month.

The little protoplasma leaned back nonchalantly, adjusting the distance between himself and admiring the sample. He was born with an innate ability to read the minds of mortals, and even taste their memories, likes and dislikes, and desires. Their thoughts are so intensely in the air that they can discern them with a sniff.

Cole Fallon, for example, is a pastor known for his sharp words and tenacity. His desires were directed to the heavens, but Roga saw that this reverence eventually returned to worldly desires.

The young priest was tired of being pressed on the head by his old predecessors, and when he saw the ancient books that recorded the so-called truth, he realized that this was an opportunity. Rather than believing that it was the will of the gods, he needed to be a vessel for the gods himself in order to gain unattainable power under the past system.

After seeing this, he suddenly felt bored. The hermeneutical power of the most sacred faith was manipulated by the desires of those who saw the wind and steered the rudder, and although Colchis's faith was the enemy he would face, he now felt nothing but disappointment and a glimmer of pity.

It's boring. Luo Jia thought boredly. He could see people's desires, but he felt that he would never be able to understand these small feelings. He can taste the food, but bitterness and sweetness are only sensory differences for him.

The Twilight Star provided him with a refined diet. But if necessary, the original body can also swallow boiling magma without changing its color. He could not understand the resistance to hunger, even though he was born knowing how to grow grains and knead dough. He was proficient in enslaving and seducing people, but he did not understand why appearances, and the power of words, could make people willing to do his best, stretch out their necks and let him put the reins.

Is this what my enemies look like? A rabble of fools, liars and egoists? They have made up a system of contradictory moral precepts and myths, some of which are quite beautiful, for the purpose of deception or self-deception. But the light in this little ash may blind the short-sighted, too poor for a sharp-eyed man like Roga.

Roga was disappointed with what he saw. It could have been more beautiful, more complete, as meticulous as a fishnet, encompassing every question a believer has ever had in his life. It can be one, two, or starry gods, but these gods must be truly awe-inspiring. How can the power of a god be manifested if it exists only in the rod of a priest?

Finally, as the enemy of Luo Jia, it should be a big red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, poisoning the land and the hearts of the people.

He will fail, and he will fight until he pierces the heart of this beast and bathes in the sweet blood of the dragon. He believed that this was exactly the mission that his dream father had chosen for him. Otherwise, there are hundreds of millions of stars in the Milky Way, why did he fall on this one?

However, from the first believer he met, Cole Fallon, Luo Jia saw only a strong invoice. His will could not compensate for his own indecision, and greed, the little protogen, could not have easily manipulated his will to leave the former priest at his disposal. It's not even harder than saying no to Vogrim's hug.

If Cole Fallon was the true power of the covenant faith, then Roga could only wait for his father to arrive and tell him that he was taking him lightly. An enemy who cannot confuse oneself and match oneself is not enough to be called a threat. He will have to apply for harsher trials to prove himself.

If not...... Naroga was interested in healing its poisonous land with its thick blood, and untying the reins that had imprisoned the minds of the people of Colchis.

The slaves were almost as docile and stoic as Koshard, and what they received was too small compared to what they deserved. In the great deeds of Roga and even his father, they are more precious than Cole Fallon.

When the carriage stopped, Cole Fallon instinctively looked out of the curtain. The scarlet drapes obscured his vision, but they couldn't hide the rising human voices. More brilliant light poured in through the cracks, mixed with the faint sound of music. The Count of Grasse's mansion has arrived, and the guests are entering.

It was precisely because of this that he did not see Luo Jia's expression, and his purple eyes sparkled in the dim light of the horse lamp.

Casas, you lair of wickedness, heresy to whom the pagans will denounce, do not disappoint me.

Lift your veil against the devil, who rules over the nations with a rod of iron, and do not be afraid to show your face under the sun. Before I pull out your heart, let me see their colors.