Tulun Port, mountaintop area, Ferriet's Headquarters.

The roof of the mansion and a huge binocular military telescope are locking the direction of the dock.

Two airships are floating in the sky, and the huge golden oak statue and white flag are floating in the wind. In fact, you can see this huge and unfriendly flag without a telescope.

Through the telescope, Flicker saw the airship pod, and the workers in gorgeous clothes were throwing bags of bright petals into all directions. When the sea breeze blew, the colorful petals fell like raindrops.

In the direction of the pier, fireworks continued to rise to the sky, and then burst out dazzling brilliance.

Fellit looked at it for a while, then sighed, turned around and sat on a soft rattan chair, lazily crossing his legs: "The punishment of God, Saint Attila... What kind of person is this?"

Lucien was lying lazily on another rattan chair, holding a hose in his mouth, sucking the sweet and delicious juice from a fresh coconut.

When Lucien heard Fricet's question, he didn't say anything. He sucked the hose hard until he sucked the juice from the coconut without leaving a drop. Then he raised the coconut shell and threw it on the ground.

"No matter who he is... this is the Deren Empire." Lucien giggled: "Even if he is a saint enthroned by the church, even if he has the most powerful extraordinary power under the gods."

Shaking his head, Lucien said slowly: "He can cut off tens of millions of black heads in the Black Continent, but this is the Derren Empire. When our Marines are reorganized and have enough combat power, what can he do if he brings all his 30,000 church knights?"

Ficket sighed heavily: "I'm so curious. I really want to see what the only saint who was crowned by the Golden Oak Church in the past century is like."

Lucien rolled his eyes: "Oh, dear Fericket, there will be opportunities in the future... but today, it will definitely not work. As a member of the imperial royal family, sometimes you can only do this... The whole Medellan knows the attitude of Her Majesty's Queen to the Church. If you appear at the welcome ceremony of St. Attila... you must not appear."

Ficket snorted coldly.

He took out a slender cigarette and put it on the corner of his mouth. His fingers shook slightly, and a ray of fire lit the cigarette butts. He vomited a few sips of green smoke and asked softly: "To be honest, I'm very curious. Is the relationship between the empire and the church really so bad? Lucien, I have always wanted to know one thing, but no one, even my father, dares to tell me about it."

Lucien blinked.

He was silent for a while, then sighed: "I have heard a little bit of the wind in what you said... But I dare not say anything to you... However, in this matter, the church is in a disadvantage."

Lucien narrowed his eyes, tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head gently.

"The church is in a disadvantage in this matter, so... you see, the empire's attitude towards the church has always been so bad. But why did the church send this notorious butcher this time?"

Flicker frowned, threw the cigarette on the ground with a little upset, and then stomped it hard.

"No matter why he is this butcher saint, according to the rules, he will have to go to the imperial capital to meet His Majesty before he can return to Tulun Port... I believe that news will be coming soon in the imperial capital?"

Fillet raised his head and looked at the clear and clear sky. His mouth suddenly changed: "I don't know how Hennevi is in the Imperial Capital. She shouldn't be punished too severely, right? Also, what was that damn fat man, what was he going to the Imperial Capital? What's going on now?"

New Pier No. 3.

Duke Ross was in front, and Hessen was a little behind. They, together with the other six heads of the seven-member committee of Tulum Port, as well as the nobles and officials of Tulum Port, had already come to St. Attila with smiles.

Duke Ross smiled and saluted St. Attila: "His Honorable Bishop Attila, welcome..."

St. Attila's eyes passed over the Duke of Ross, quickly swept over the welcome crowd in front of him, and then he spread his arms and greeted Archbishop Loren who was dragging behind him: "Oh, my brother, are you safe?"

Archbishop Luolun swallowed a mouthful of foam, forced a smile, and also opened his arms to greet him: "I am all well for the great Mu gift. You come from afar, and the storm on the ocean is dangerous, can you be safe?"

Two archbishops with noble identities hugged each other enthusiastically and then gave a voucher. Finally, they pressed their foreheads against their foreheads, and at the same time they recited prayers praising Mu.

Duke Ross's face suddenly became gloomy.

She took the initiative to salute St. Attila and gave him a welcome speech, but Saint Attila's performance was like this... Before Duke Ross could even get the welcome speech he had to rack his brains, he was furious and strangled to his mouth.

The pretty face twitched slightly, Duke Ross rolled his eyes, and then smiled with a 'hoohoo': "The two bishops are really deep in love... Lord Loren, I don't know if you have any ideas about the replacement of Lord St. Attila... Oh, no, what do you think of taking your position? How many words do you say?"

"I heard that you are going to the monastery in Daboqiu... It is a place with great suffering, far less prosperous and comfortable than Tulun Port. You must have a lot to say now, right? After all, who would want to go to the monastery if you can stay in Tulun Port?"

"Actually, I personally think you are more suitable for Tulum Port... On the contrary, Lord St. Attila, who is the only living saint in the church in the past century, should go to the monastery to drink cold water and eat black bread!"

St. Attila's previous performance was completely slapped Duke Ross in the face in public. His ignorance of Duke Ross' attitude has shown his attitude towards the Deron Empire.

Duke Ross has a completely revenge and never overnight, so she immediately used extremely inferior provocations to provoke the relationship between Archbishop Loren and St. Attila.

Duke Ross's words were extremely naked, without any mercy at all, and with extremely inferior means.

But she arrogantly raised her chin and rolled her eyes at Saint Attila - Auntie, I used such inferior words and such inferior means to sow the relationship between you two archbishops in public.

I did that!

If you don’t accept it, come and beat me!

This is the Delun Empire. Aunt, I am a local snake here. Aunt, I have hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers and generals in my hand. Haha... You are a kind of not giving me face, you are a kind of turning against each other on the spot!

St. Attilasson took Archbishop Roren and slowly turned around.

The sun shone on his naked scalp, reflecting dazzling brilliance. This guy didn't know how to maintain it. His head was smooth and smooth, just like a mirror, and he couldn't see any hair slag, and he could almost reflect the shadow of Archbishop Luolun beside him.

With a quiet look at Duke Ross, Saint Attila said slowly, "Please be humble in the glory of my Lord. It is our Lord who shines on the earth that has created all living beings in the world."

"Mutesthe, kindly Mutesthe, may her merciful glory shine on my flesh and soul forever." Duke Ross briskly shook the folding fan, indicating indirectly that she was a devoted Mutesthe believer.

She smiled happily and raised the topic just now: "Welcome to Tulum Port, Honorable Lord Attila. Tulum Port is a good place, you will definitely like it. It is much better than the wild Black Continent and the miserable monastery."

Sighing, Duke Ross raised his eyebrows: "You are a newcomer, and I believe there is nothing to say. Archbishop Loren, you... really don't want to say anything?"

Archbishop Loren opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

St. Attila turned his head and glanced at him gently. Archbishop Loren felt his heart twitch, and his whole body was cold. A terrible chill almost freezes his body and soul at the same time.

Archbishop Luolun immediately shut his mouth and lowered his head obediently.

St. Attila stared at Duke Ross and whispered: "Please forgive my misconduct just now... I express my blessings and greetings to my brothers in the church. It must be more important than accepting the welcome of secular believers."

"If my Lord's servants are bathed in divine light, they will definitely be above the mortals." Saint Attila's voice was very soft and full of inexplicable charm. Moreover, no matter how hard he roared, his voice was magical and spread throughout the dock area, allowing hundreds of thousands of Tulum Port citizens to hear it clearly.

"So, respected Duke Ross, no matter how noble you have in the world and how arrogant you are, please be humble." Saint Attila said softly: "All I have done must be correct, for I am bathed in the divine light of my Lord and possessed the authority he has given me."

Duke Ross looked at St. Attila in a daze.

Damn it, this is a charlatan that is more difficult to deal with than all the charlatans that Duke Ross has seen in his life.

"I am a believer of Muteste, I'll take a bath..." Duke Ross turned his eyes and wanted to attack him with the words of Saint Attila.

"My Lord is the king of the gods, the god of the gods, so my Lord's servant is above all living beings." Saint Attila said softly, "Please be humble, and stop your quibbling... Duke Ross, you are not a qualified, devout believer. As soon as my feet set foot on this land of sin, I felt the existence of heresy."

Duke Ross's face became extremely ugly.

St. Attila said in public that she was not a ‘devoted believer’, and that in the continent of Medland, this was almost the most serious crime… If placed in the past when the divine ruled everything, this one crime would be enough to make Duke Ross, her family and her tribe all go to the stake.

"Your words are biased." Duke Ross' tone became very unpleasant.

"All heresies will be destroyed in the glory of our Lord!" Saint Attila raised his right hand, and then his palm emitted a faint light.

In the void, the sun suddenly burst out with a strong light that was several times stronger than usual.

In the terrifying light, golden lights as thick as thumbs fell from the sky. In the crowd on the dock, dozens of men and women were penetrated by the golden light from the sky's spiritual cover at the same time.
Chapter completed!