Once again, there was a long silence in the hall......

Hardly anyone noticed the slightest hint of strangeness that the high-flying Pope inadvertently showed when he heard the name Eisen, only Hugh Graphael's clear, translucent eyes were extremely keenly able to catch the fleeting outpouring of emotion. The Pope seemed to notice the gaze from below, and his lowered eyes looked in the direction from which it came, where there was only a flickering candle flame, and Hugh Grafael's countenance somehow disappeared into the shadows, along with his piercing gaze.

"People from the military department?" After a long time, Liana seemed to be unable to suppress the oppressive atmosphere around her, and took the lead in breaking the silence, her tone mixed with a trace of doubt and solemnity, "How could they suddenly meddle in the affairs of the Holy Sect?"

"It's not surprising that although the Holy Sect and the military department seem to live in harmony on the surface, they have actually been fighting for hundreds of years in secret, which is an open secret in the DPRK and China. The rough male voice deliberately lowered his voice, so that some inexplicable restless emotions in his heart were not so easily exposed, but a faint frenzy could still be detected in his voice, "This blatant obstruction of our actions should be regarded as an open provocation to the Holy Sect, ......right?

"Eisen Troxie has always been a loner, a maverick in the military department, and as far as the current situation stands, it is impossible to tell whether his actions this time are the intention of the military department, or ...... Is it just a whim of his own Eisen Troxley?" The old man frowned deeply, glanced at the man who couldn't hold his breath, and scolded, "It's really inappropriate to rashly elevate the situation to the level of conflict between the Holy Sect and the military department. ”

"Lena Claude is an important criminal on the Black Notice of the Holy Sect, and it was the young major general of the military department who rashly escalated the situation, right?" Liana was obviously dissatisfied with the old man's remarks, snorted coldly, and sneered with some disapproval, "If the Holy Sect does not respond to such a blatant provocation, this is the real defect, right?"

"I also agree with Lianana's statement, in any case, they were the first to sabotage our operation......" The man licked his dry lips, and a clear killing intent gradually revealed in his deep voice, "No matter what kind of purpose he is in, whether it is the intention of the military department or not, it is up to him to personally give us a reasonable explanation for the Holy Sect, right? Could it be that we just let him go? Let us swallow this evil breath ourselves?"

"It's just that his identity ......" The old man's lowered eyes gradually raised, and he looked at the Pope, who was still calm as water at the top of the chanting platform, "It's not just the major general of the military department...... It's that simple......"

"Is the Troxie clan concerned about this?" The corners of the Pope's mouth rose slightly, and a mockery hung on this god-like handsome face, and his voice had a certain metallic timbre, which invisibly produced a depressing deterrent when it echoed in the chanting hall, "His actions have indeed infringed on the interests of the Holy Sect, no matter who he is, no matter how noble his status is, he is only a mortal in front of the Holy Sect after all." If a mortal tries to trample on God's dignity, then he will be punished by God!"

"But...... At present, the situation in Oslan is grim, and if you openly fall out with the Troxi, it will be equivalent to starting a war with the entire [Viper] army......" The old man's face was always shrouded in a lingering haze, "Under the double attack of internal and external troubles, the empire is crumbling ......"

"The Empire is crumbling?" the man smiled contemptuously, "That's an exaggeration......

"It's okay!" the Pope's cold voice interrupted the man, "From what I know about the old fellows of Trox, this is definitely not what they meant, and they have been in control of the Viper for hundreds of years, and the stakes are clearer than you and mine. It was Eisen's arbitrary and blind decision-making that harmed the direct interests of the Holy Religion, so it should be Eisen's full responsibility for the consequences......"

"This ......" the old man wanted to say something, but noticing the cold gaze cast from the top of the chanting platform, he finally shook his head helplessly and fell silent.

"If you have no objections...... "The Pope paused, his voice sounding sharper, "then from now on I will list Eisen Troxy as a target on the Red Notice, and I will take into account his combat methods, combat capabilities, and the trajectory of his movements, and ask you to send the most appropriate combat forces to capture him as soon as possible...... I'll interrogate it myself!"

"Is it a red notice?" it can be tricky...... Hugh Grafael said suddenly, "Eisen Troxey's combat power has undoubtedly been classified as A-class, and to a large extent, it is very likely to be the pinnacle A-class, and the title of 'Genius Boy' is not just a fancy ornament." Secondly, aside from his personal combat effectiveness, his subordinates are also extremely thorny problems, although the [Viper] Seventh Team [Ice Wing] led by him is only a few people, but it is said that they are all first-class powerhouses, although the only information that can be intercepted at present is the number of its members and the names of a few members, and everything else is unknown. But judging from the results of the battle of Covetan, the rumors are not groundless......"

"What does the white-robed archbishop mean ......" The red-robed archbishop, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, two sword-sharp lights flashed in his vigorous and deep face, and his eyes constricted into a thin line looked like the pupils of a poisonous snake, dangerous and deadly, but his face softened in an instant, as if the edge just now was just an illusion, "Our red-robed is not up to this task?"

"Indeed, you are not just facing one Eisen Troxey, it is very likely that it will be the entire seventh team [Ice Wing], and the combat power and ability of all the members of [Ice Wing] are unknown......" Hugh Grafael looked at the red-robed archbishop and continued with a calm face, "With all due respect, the probability of your success may be less than one percent. ”

"Interesting!" said the red-robed archbishop slowly, placing his hands crossed on the pult-speaking platform, burying his face behind the crossed hands, so that people could not see his expression clearly, "then, according to the white-robed archbishop, who should carry out this task most safely?"

"The Battle of Covitan is a disgrace to the black robe......" A thick and powerful voice suddenly sounded, after the swaying firelight, what came into view was a strange mask, which looked like a texture similar to silver, firmly wrapped the whole face, and there was no hole in the eyes, only a small but narrow slit in the center of the whole mask stretched from the top of the head to the jaw, almost splitting the entire mask in two, like a wound cut by someone with a sharp blade, and as if it was a demon with a slightly open one-eyed gaze, staring at you with a hideous or greedy gaze, which made people feel chills in the back, "Eisen Troxy will be captured by me, the black-robed archbishop. ”

"...... of Gaya Temple" The red-robed archbishop's gradually constricting pupils glanced at the masked man not far away, and there was a vague look of complexity on his face hidden behind his hands, but after all, he didn't say anything more.

"Interesting, that young Imperial Major General seems to have piqued your interest as well?" the Pope looked with interest at the cold mask that appeared behind the candle flame, and there was a vague fanatical anticipation in his expression, "In that case, Hugh, you should have no objections, right?"

Hugh Graffel quietly stared at the cold mask on the other side and nodded slightly.

"So...... That's the end of today's assembly!" the Pope slowly stood up, a soft light once again emanating from his gorgeous white robes, and an elegant smile on his noble and handsome countenance, "Thank you!"

"Your Excellency the Pope!" the red-robed archbishop called out to the Pope who was about to leave with some hesitation, "One more thing......"

"Oh?" the Pope was slightly stunned, and turned to look at the middle-aged man in the red robe below.

"About Nora, who survived the Battle of Covitan......" the red-robed archbishop respectfully asked under the gaze of the Pope, "what to do?"

"The loser, almost forgot!" the Pope shook his head apologetically, his white jade arm poked out of his robe, and with a seemingly casual wave in the air, he said indifferently, "The Holy Church doesn't need losers!"

Suddenly, in front of the Pope's arm, at the top of the stacked chanting platform, a huge and dazzling soul power suddenly condensed, like the rising sun in the east, and the fiery red light was shining, illuminating the hazy and dim chanting hall, and even making the entire chanting hall a little dazzling and dizzy. With the light of red light, the behemoth soul power raged in the small space like a raging storm, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping, countless beasts roaring, all the candle flames were extinguished by the storm at the same time, but the chanting hall became brighter and brighter in that light......

The fiery red light gradually became clear, it was a flame suspended in mid-air. It is not appropriate to say that it is a flame, because unlike any form of flame in the world, it has almost no traces of ordinary flame beating, but its unusually hot temperature is even more ferocious than any flame. If I had to describe it, the fiery red thing was more like a liquid flame, it flowed slowly, gradually taking on the shape of some kind of monster's forelimbs, slender and sharp claws, and the full, strong muscles were faintly recognizable......

"This ...... Is this the power of His Holiness the Pope?"

"This soul power is so ......"

"This ...... Is it the legendary Candle Dragon's Breath......"

Except for the three bishops who were second only to the Pope in the chanting hall, who could still maintain a calm and calm posture, all the rest of the people were calmed by the violent and turbulent soul power in this instant, their faces were terrified deep into the bone marrow, and the indescribable violent soul power rolled in the scorching and turbulent storm, as if it could destroy the world and destroy the lives in an instant......

The suffocating and oppressive soul power suddenly fell from the sky, and Nora, who was prostrate on the ground, struggled to raise her head as she felt the scorching heat gradually enveloping her, her dark eyes filled with liquid flames in the sky, and the scorching heat that rushed to her face turned into the deepest horror and despair that penetrated into her trembling body.

The forelimbs condensed by the liquid flame sank suddenly, with a majestic momentum, and the vivid and frightened body finally failed to spit out a word, only in an instant, silently disappeared......

A dull sound echoed through the chanting hall, and dusty ashes filled the hall like gray snow.

The handsome man of the palace stepped out of the crimson door in the fading light, and the whole time, he did not glance at the scene of ashes behind him.

Even though he has a god-like face, he still can't hide his devilish and violent heart!