The vast wasteland with endless dry grass is full of caves and fields.

The last spring rain left a precious clear spring in the low-lying area on the wasteland. The weeds that had not been eaten by the livestock had been staggered out of the soil with this last spring rain. The beasts who were burying their heads in their feeding were interrupted by their owners, and the long sticks determined the way they went.

Driven by slaves, the group of jasha beasts and fat lings were driven into the fortress. Although it was not yet time for the grazing to end, all the livestock on the wasteland were driven back.

Under the shouts of the slaves, the inherent tranquility of the wasteland was broken.

A team of god-like giants carried a mace and sat on the mount that had been prepared. The heavy body made the huge Komodo giant beast hum. There were also circles of clearly visible sinking on the hard and thick soil. If it were the soft soil on the riverside, the thighs of the giant beast like stone piers would have to be trapped in.

In front of this giant cavalry, two clusters of hair of different colors were extremely eye-catching on the wasteland of the same color as heaven and earth.

Lelen and Alice both changed into rare military uniforms. Although they were both priests... they knew nothing about fighting, but they still walked on this path without hesitation in order to save their lover.

They walked away from the wasteland for two days two days later than Yang Dashuan, and brought less than three hundred people.

After all, this trip is not to start a war, and the slave warriors' role is just to intimidate... and the Maple Leaf Fortress also needs slaves to protect. If all the slaves are taken away, Xiang Shuai will kill another one and take over his own territory, I am afraid that it will be troublesome to take them back.

Looking at the rising sun on the horizon in the east, Leren and Alice looked at each other, with perseverance in their eyes.

Although the sunshine on the first day is not so dazzling, it is still reflected by the patterns drawn by the mirror craftsmen on the walls of the church.

A large bronze bell from the last century was hung there on the conical bell tower. The hunchbacked old man habitually rang the big bell when the sun shone on the mirror of the bell tower.

At this time of day, it is the time for believers to pray pilgrimage.

A large number of believers will flock to the church to pray for the ministers who dominate the Goddess and listen to the goddess's wisest declaration. It is said that John is the one who presides over the prayer in the church today - this is His Majesty the Pope, the only person who can qualify to crown the kings of the three empires. He is the spokesperson of the goddess on the continent, and he is also the person with the highest wisdom on this continent.

If he could attend the prayer ceremony presided over by him, it would be fine if he had to meet the goddess immediately - this was an honor that even previous kings had never passed.

The devout believers occupied all the seats in the cathedral one day before the news came out. The 3,600-square-meter cathedral was not only full, but even the corner was not left.

As the bell rang, the long-awaited believers stood up from the seat excitedly and turned their extremely anticipated eyes to the end of the red carpet, and figures that might come out from behind the faint bead curtains.

There are no guard knights, no guard priests.

There was not even anyone who maintained order... a row of empty space was given up in front of the Pope's seat with the python robe. With the sound of "tap" , countless gazes turned to that place at the same time.

It seems that it is the first time I have seen His Majesty in such a dressed up - in fact, in my memory, the believers of the Holy Capital have never seen the Pope, and this is the only time.

However, after seeing this, everyone realized that the pope was a little different from what he imagined, because he seemed too old. His neatly combed hair was tied under the pope's crown, and Old John, holding a scepter, walked slowly on the red carpet, greeting the scorching gazes of the believers.

Stop.

Just as the Pope was standing before the throne and preparing to take his seat, the solemn and sacred prayer ceremony was interrupted.

The extremely low sound of the horn was like an unexpected guest who broke into the air, interrupting the bell. The sound of the horn was too intense and too fierce, and it was more like a hungry beast than the sound of the bell flowing like a stream!

The extremely anticipated believers all turned their heads back.

For some reason, the sound of the horn sounded a bit creepy - even the legendary "Overview of the Undead" was just like that.

On the contrary, the eyes that were all concentrated on Old John couldn't help but move away as the sound of the horn sounded... and fell to the closed door behind them - once prayer begins, the door of the church will be closed, this is the rule!

For some reason, everyone's eyes moved to the wooden painted door carved with black and gold patterns.

The horn sound came to an abrupt end!

It was like being pinched by someone's throat, and it was cut off at the highest stage of the sound. This loss made everyone sweat in an instant. The rhythm of the horn was so strange. Even the weird composer on the mainland would not write such a weird horn tune... However, this was a real existence!

"Dong!"

The Black Gold Gate was suddenly opened, and the speed was so fast that it was like someone was kicked open without hesitation.

The newborn sunlight was just blocked by the towering bell tower, and the shadow fell to the door through the glass depicting the angel pattern. There was also a person standing at the door. This face that many people could never forget in their lifetime - the man who created a bloody night in the holy capital dared to break in so disrespectfully at the prayer ceremony presided over by the Pope.

Although it was already early summer, the moment the door was opened, there was still an irresistible cold spreading to the entire church in an instant. The people in the church gasped in an instant.

"Arsace Rog Richard!" Some of the great nobles in the praying crowd had already heard of Yang Dashuan's name. After seeing this face clearly, they couldn't help but exclaim.

But in front of this man, even the fear of his heart will be suppressed to minimize and he dare not express it easily.

And as the sound was transmitted, fear also spread around like a plague.

The cathedral that was so crowded that it was impossible to settle down suddenly gave up a lane in the cathedral. All the people on this road squeezed into the seats around them, staring at the person who suddenly broke in.

Old John frowned slightly.

He did hear from Ximi that Yang Dashuan had been to the capital two days ago, but he didn't know where he went, so he wanted to pray to let Lao Yang come out with a presiding prayer, and then "talk" about the matter that Xiang Shuai was corrected. After all, behind Xiang Shuai is the entire elf empire, and colluding with demons is not a small matter... So even if he is the Pope, he cannot excuse Yang Dashuan. On the contrary, because of his daughter Joan of Arc, he was implicated by his brother in the trial office.

But Old John always believed that young man because he would not do such an extraordinary thing. He defected to the demons and colluded with the demons to kill the 200,000 troops of the Principality of Edfran - Well, if it were Xiangshuai, Old John would believe it.

Squinted his eyes, the ray of sunshine behind Yang Dashuan was a little dazzling. I don’t know why his face, which usually looks so familiar, became so pale and powerless at this moment.

Some differences... As for those differences, Old John can't say.

Well, it looks a little more mature and colder than before.

wrong!

For some reason, an incredible idea suddenly arose in Old John's heart that he felt a little unbelievable - he was not the Alsace Roger Peter he knew at all.

But are there really people in this world who look like this?

I'm afraid even the alchemist's "disguise potion" cannot be achieved!

But, if this guy is not him, then who is he?

Old John was puzzled!

It seemed that the eyes of these believers were so unaccustomed that they were a little uncomfortable. The people at the door frowned in habit.

Gently pulled up the wide brim of the cape, the owner of the cape lowered his head, took a deep breath, and walked forward gently. The cathedral where tens of thousands of people gathered together was silent at this moment. Although countless people wanted to see this face clearly again, they could not see clearly due to angle issues.

"Arsace will kill his most respected elder with his own hands!"
Chapter completed!