The virtual realm space, the dream field, the headquarters of the virtual religion, and the obsidian secret room.

This is a middle-aged man with a black scarf wrapped in a black hairpin, with a black-eyed look that he looks about fifty or sixty years old. He is wearing three thick robes inside and three thick outer layers, and a lattice scarf on his shoulders.

The middle-aged man's hair and beard were all white, but he did not look particularly old. His eyes were full of wisdom and vitality. He sat in a relaxed and freehand manner. His hands were placed in front of him, sitting on a rocking chair by the fireplace, listening to his subordinates' reports.

Arnold Barrigan, the first leader of the Master of the Vow Church, stood about four meters away from the middle-aged man, reporting to him everything he had experienced during this period of time, without reservation.

The middle-aged man kept sitting and listened quietly throughout the whole process. His wise eyes kept turning and thinking as Arnold's report.

He is the legendary old pope of the Vajra Sect. He led the Vajra Sect from being beaten by everyone in the Holy Empire to becoming a confidant of the Holy Empire. Today, under his hard work, there are as many as hundreds of elite members of the Vajra Sect inner ring, and their number even exceeds the total of all the legendary powerful men that the Vajra Sect could mobilize in a short period of time.

Said Nicholas Brispier Adrian, his name.

"Is that so? Has the saint already locked the target?" The old pope listened to Arnold's report in front of the fire. He paused in place for several minutes before he said slowly: "Okay, very good, Arnold, you should follow the saint seriously in the future."

"Yes... But the Crown Prince, the saint's temper is elusive, he is happy and angry, and he does things in an irregular manner. It is all based on her own preferences. I still can't figure out what she wants to do. She attaches great importance to the Selected One, and attaches great importance to the Selected One, and wants to kill anyone who is not good for the Selected One, but he constantly encourages some false men to attack the Selected One." Zhengquan's head could not help but raise the doubt in his heart: "Will this affect our plan..."

"Plan? What are our plans?" The old pope shook his head indifferently: "Let her do it, Arnold, don't underestimate the wisdom of the saints. You have to understand one thing. We people have a worse understanding of the experience, the virtual realm, and the chosen one than the saints. I don't know where we are."

"Yes." Arnold lowered his head and said nothing.

"You are still confused." The old pope looked at the fire with a calm expression.

"Please give me guidance."

"We are friendly and not enemies with the saints. Although our goals may vary, our ultimate expectations are consistent." Old Pope Said leaned against the pillow behind him, and he said with ease: "Otherwise I wouldn't do that."

Arnold's eyes were full of worship of the old pope.

Yes, Said is nearly a thousand years old this year, and his life span is considered to be in his old age among the Supreme Holy See. But what is completely different from what the outside world knows is that although Said is getting older, there is still a lot of time before he dies!

The news that the outside world knows was deliberately released by the old pope.

It was precisely because the saints were destined to act high-profile and unable to keep secret that the old pope immediately took a walk after successfully summoning the saints, saying that he had already entered his dying moments, so as to hide his sharpness. Otherwise, if you worship the two saints of the Void Sect, you don’t know how many forces in the world will not be able to sleep, and they will definitely take action.

The old pope's strategy of "doing addition and subtraction" not only made all the forces in the continent feel the reputation of worshiping the Void Cult, but it did not allow them to unite because of this.

"The future of the Void Cult is ultimately yours and the Saints, Arnold." The Pope turned his head, and there was a whirlpool in his eyes: "I often think, if our inner ring elites were all excellent and reliable people like you."

"It's a pity that most of them are lunatics, psychopaths, withdrawn people, childish diseases, and the most scheming people." The Pope shook his head repeatedly: "They are like flocks of sheep, needing people to lead. I did it when I used to do it, and you will definitely be able to match the saints in the future."

Arnold remained silent.

"What did the saint do?" The old pope didn't say anything, his attention had shifted to something else.

"She said she was going to Rezland to resolve a threat," Arnold said. "A threat that could affect the Chosen, Tiger Brad followed her."

"knew."

As Arnold said, Helveti, the capital of Rezlan, Kram Street.

The beautiful girl stood between No. 11 to No. 13 Kram Street. Her scarlet eyeballs covered by black bangs stared at the gap between the two walls, showing a terrifying and hideous smile.

………I am the dividing line of grim smile…………

"Good afternoon, Sid."

A gentle and soft voice came from the bedside, and Sid pretended to have just woken up: "Good afternoon."

The noble and cold empire queen Seristi is still the most classic black eagle imperial uniform + crimson pantyhose dressed. She just changed the short boots used for fieldwork to black pointed-toed lace-up high heels. When she saw Sid woke up, she pressed her knees on the bed and put her hands on Sid's neck, and her smooth forehead was pressed on Sid's face: "Do you feel better?"

"The head hurts, everything else is much better." Sid nodded gently.

He was in a complicated mood and knew that Celisti was caring for himself.

"...After all, looking straight at the King of Pain, Sid, you are really amazing." Selesti's gentle gaze swept across Sid's face. She stroked Sid's face and smiled: "You have succeeded, congratulations."

"You have succeeded, I want to congratulate you." Sid said calmly.

"Get a good rest, leave the next thing to me." Celisti ignored Cecilia, the great priest behind her, and kissed Sid's face in both hands.

She even stretched her tongue in, and during the process, Sid thought of it.

"In my room, you are not allowed to sleep with other women." After leaving a faint warning in Sid's ear, Celisti, who was busy with affairs, faced the servant who had already urged him for the second time at the door, the princess stood up and left unwillingly.

She still compromised, she could not without Cecilia's support.

Only Sid and the great priest were left in the room.

"What a stubborn little girl." Cecilia sat on the head of the bed, staring at the closed door of the room with her eyes, and said playfully: "Do you want me to tell you what she is thinking?"

"No need for this." Sid whispered, enduring his headache: "She is the biggest winner in this incident."

Cecilia nodded in agreement.

Do you still remember the "Palace Pair" that Sid had performed with the princess on the sofa before?

Sid once said that who is the murderer may be very important to Sid, but it is not particularly important to the Holy Empire. Even the more than 10,000 soldiers and hundreds of thousands of military pay lost by the Pioneer Army are not unacceptable to the Holy Empire.

The most important thing is how to restore the prestige lost by the Holy Empire in this war and how to restore the influence of the Holy Empire.

Is there anything better than the great priest who is the supreme holy throne who personally took action to kill the seven kings of hell, and the eight thousand-meter light blade cut through the sky and trembled the world?

I guess the whole world felt the battle last night?

Moreover, the opponent is hell, and it is impossible for foreign forces to interfere. Apart from loudly applauding, no other Holy See can do anything else.

Who can ask for a great priest to take action, solve the devil's threat, and find out the truth about the defeat in the Battle of Friedland. Who will be the greatest credit?

There is no doubt that it is Celesty, the special envoy of the Empire.

Sid doesn't care about this. His purpose is to revenge. He has achieved his goal with the help of Celisti's power. He doesn't care about other things. He even can't ignore the 5,000 gold Eju final payment that he had promised, because he has gained too much on this journey.

"It seems you are in a good mood? The great hero of the evil wolf?" Cecilia's gentle and soft voice came from the edge of the bed.

Sid turned his gaze toward the bed.

The headache he was bothered by was greatly relieved.

Cecilia sat beside the bed, tilting her head and smiling at herself, her current stunned self, her long bright golden hair like a waterfall was neatly combed behind her, and the texture she felt was not inferior to the highest-end silk cloth. The white plush shawl hanging on her shoulders and arms could feel comfortable and warm just by looking at it, exuding the extremely holy temperament of an elegant lady.

If you look closely, you will find that Cecilia did not wear the old master's crown suit, but chose a pure white sweet fairy tale romantic chiffon dress. The sleeveless velvet fabric looked smooth but unexpectedly transparent. The ultra-low strapless breast could not cover up the greatness of the master. Only two thin fabrics were left hanging above her plumpness, but it happened to cover her vital points.

The skin under the opening of the waist emitted a pure and flawless light, and the delicate skin like mutton fat and jade swayed Sid's eyes. Several thin lines that bound diamond-shaped openings were slightly embedded in the skin of the side waist, leaving several traces.

What Sid most irresistible is the slender legs worn in seamless translucent white velvet stockings.

The great priest's plump and plump thighs, elegant lace patterns, just the right sensation, elegant calf curves, fine pleats of stockings at the bend of knees and ankles, and white silk jade feet with a wide ribbon on one finger... Everything is so perfect.

The white silk ice cream is very consistent with Cecilia's holy and flawless temperament. The toes under the slightly fleshy velvet white silk stockings are not covered with any nail polish. As Cecilia's movements sway, Sid was not very focused.

"Oh? Why don't you talk?" Cecilia saw that Sid looked a little dull and smiled sly. She gently reached out and unbuttoned the ribbon of her white sandals, took off the open-toed sandals and exposed her two small white feet. Then she turned over and leaned on the bed and pulled the quilt over the bed, whispering in Sid's ear: "Will this make you feel better?"

The scent of ylang-ylang covered all Sid's senses, and he said helplessly: "Stop teasing me, Crown."

"Call me a mentor."

"Okay, stop teasing me, mentor," Sid added, saying to Cecilia with a moving smile: "Mental, if I'm not wrong, you're hurt, right?"

The funny smile on Cecilia's face disappeared with Sid's words, but in just a few seconds, she showed a brighter, holy and natural smile: "Oh, I can't hide anything from you, Sid."

The expression on his face under the black veil's eye mask was a little scared: "I'm still a little reckless."

"Reckless?" Sid asked in confusion.

The great priest arched his body over, and Sid was forced to give up half of the pillow bed. Seeing that there were no outsiders, Cecilia said cautiously: "Ah-Heima's strength recovery speed far exceeds my imagination. Sid, do you know that after the death of the last great master of pain, Heima, the new great master of Hema was only at the edge of the holy throne. At that time, any supreme holy throne could easily defeat it, except for the semi-saint of the Seven Shields."

"But now twenty years have passed, and the strength of the Lord of Pain, Heima has recovered to the level of a very strong man in the Holy See. I thought it would be no problem to defeat it with my strength, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to kill an incarnation." Cecilia showed a tired expression in front of Sid, and she gently rubbed her eyebrows: "If it was a complete body, I wouldn't be its opponent. This recovery speed was simply unreasonable, but this is the law of hell."

"Even the Supreme of the Holy See can't compete with the Lord of Hell?" Sid said in surprise.

"Otherwise? Otherwise, why would hell always exist?" Cecilia was still a little scared: "Although I did divide some of my strength to protect the Wolf Castle and the nearby areas and were not affected by the battle, what I want to say is that breaking a hand and losing an incarnation is nothing to the Lord of Pain."

"But...if you can't..." Sid's face was as deep as water.

Is this the blood moon rising?

No wonder three of the six dynasties in the Holy Empire were destroyed by Blood Moon!

"Don't worry, the Dragon God's seal is always there, and the incarnation of the Maharaja cannot enter the mortal world at will." Cecilia was more optimistic: "Unless the Blood Moon rises, so, Sid, you know now that I am not omnipotent, right?"

"You are strong enough," Sid said admiringly.

"There is no need to say these polite words between us." Cecilia said disrespectfully: "I use my strength too much, please lie with me for a while, Sid."

"Uh...yes." Sid had to lie down according to the will of the great priest. Cecilia did not change her clothes, and just lay shoulder to shoulder with Sid.

Sid still felt a headache, but he was not sleepy.

A few more minutes passed, and Cecilia's voice came from Sid's ears.

"Be mentally prepared, Sid, the evil wolf is still arguing about this matter. Even if it has been proved, even if he saw the devilish Earl of Mecklen with his own eyes, and even if the Lord of Hell has appeared, the evil wolf is still arguing about the fact that this should be defined." Cecilia whispered: "It's hard to say what will happen in the future."

"The Earl Mecklen was killed by me, where is his family?" Sid didn't seem surprised.

"According to your opinion, all the families of Earl Mecklen are suspected of having devilish blood. They are now locked in the dungeon and are ready to be investigated. The Inquisition has taken over the matter. Based on my knowledge of Judge Huten, he will not let anyone go." Cecilia gave her own speculation: "As for the reward to you..."

At the same time, Wolfs Palace, the temporary residence of the Wolf Grand Duke Galhart, and the office.

A dispute is breaking out here.

"Stop, stop, my Highness, since the matter is over, why do you still have to worry about some minor matters here? Can't we sit down and end this matter carefully, but we must let the matter break out and lose the image of our Holy Empire?"

The wolf's grand duke Galhart sat behind the desk, blushing and shouting at the imperial princess opposite him.
To be continued...