...Kawa Shirenburg, outside the border between the Hankan Floating Lianming and the Holy Empire, is a city that is taken by the seventeenth country. A small country like this, which is not as large as an empire, would have been protected by the church because of its abundant sunstone.

The airship flew in the sky for a day and arrived at the church's stronghold closest to the Floating Alliance in the evening. Lucien followed Pedro off the ship with a calm expression. Seeing another airship docked on the takeoff square, Lucien couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Who would come from the capital for the airships dedicated to senior teaching positions within the church?

"Stop watching, it's not good to let that lord wait for a long time." Noting Lucien's gaze, Pedro Ran's gloating laughter made Lucien's guess even more.

Could it be a certain consul in red?

The old door slowly retreated with a creaking sound. Lucien looked inward with doubt. There was nothing in the spacious courtyard. There was only a decayed wooden shelf, and the dark and brown blemish showed that this thing that seemed to be a torture instrument had been used. There were three large square holes next to the torture instrument, and the stench and cold air continued to overflow from the hole.

"Is it that even the consul wants to torture me if I don't even pass it? Pedro, I didn't expect your grudges to be so deep.

"I didn't expect that you would be sentenced to cold one day. Lord Paladin." The wrinkles on Pedro's face stretched out at this moment. After years of wishing, he was in a great mood.

Lucien chuckled with torture instruments.

"What's so funny!"

"I laughed at me for being too naive. I used to think that you were a rigid old man, but I didn't expect that you were a noble man on the surface. My bones were full of evil. Mara would actually let people like you be sacrificed." Lucien smiled bitterly in his heart. Am I the same? Although I have not fallen, I am undoubtedly degraded. Ignoring Victor's implementation of soul art, not only did not clear him as the undead, but also helped him to reach the peak of power. I was even jealous of him at the beginning and hoped that he would die. "Why don't a person like me fallen into Mara? Your teachings and principles have been destroyed, why haven't I fallen into it yet?

"Execution!" Pedro didn't know what Lucien was thinking. He stared at the ground and the joy that had just risen in his heart suddenly dissipated halfway. The temple holding the light of Mara ignored it and expressed anxiety.

"Hmph, you guys are concerned about his identity, I'm not afraid." Pedro pushed away the priest and took action himself, turned the winch, and lifted up the three large iron cages placed in the hole.

Feeling the fresh life tied to the torture instrument, the three iron cages suddenly shaking and a creepy whirlpool sound came.

As the cold approached, Lucien frowned and secretly tightened his teeth, waiting for the arrival of one of the most severe criminal laws in the church.

The door fell down and everyone turned around. Victor stood outside the door, and the demon's transformed wings slowly closed and disappeared in his black robe.

Pedro narrowed his eyes. The smile on the corner of his mouth widened even wider, as if Victor's trailing was following him.

With lightning speed, Victor flashed behind the temple warrior and grabbed the light of Mara that he held in his hand.

"Buzz. The sword body suddenly lit up. There was a dazzling light. The priest opened his mouth in surprise. To the outside world, Victor Wood was a necromancer, but the information inside the church knew early that he had been transformed into the undead. Since he was a dead soul, he must never touch the light of Mara. This is a holy object specially used to deal with the undead soul.

Pedro, who was originally full of confidence, also had a shocked expression on his face, and his eyes kept moving back and forth in the light of Mara and Victor's face. Victor, who did not wear a wolf-headed mask, had surprising similarities with Lucien, who was tied to the torture instrument. Both were green eyes, and his facial features made people recognize them as blood-related at a glance.

Victor holds the light of the sacred power, the light sword

At this moment, a man in a burqa walked out of a hidden secret door, and Lucien's body shook slightly. He almost immediately recognized the figure.

"Your Majesty!" Pedro and the priest rushed forward almost at the same time, blocking Appel in front of the constrained consummate.

"This is really rare. Pope Bi actually left the capital Victor and looked at Lucien for a while before turning his gaze to Appel. Similarly, the highest ruler of the church was also observing Victor with a gaze, especially where it held the light of Mara.

"I wanted to see you very early, The Holy Song of Victor

Now, it was Victor's turn to be surprised. Fortunately, he had already pale skin to cover up, and only the slight trembling of the hand holding the sword revealed that it was not as calm as it showed.

"Holy, chant?!" Pedro could not hide his surprise. His eyes were sweeping back and forth between Victor and the Pope, obviously he could not accept what he had just heard. I really wanted to know how you learned this secret." Marayemi's Canmaozhou state was weak, and the dead aura on Victor began to overflow.

How did he know? How much did he know?

Victor was confused and couldn't figure out how to reveal his place. Eighty years later, even Algorecht hadn't noticed, why did he know my true identity?!

"Since I heard Mongnett's report, I have paid attention to you, earlier than Alberrecht." The pope held his hands together, looking relaxed and casual: "Although the chants have been exterminated, there is still a person who survived, and your mother is one of them. Although the inherited bloodline is not pure, it is an chants after all. Thanks to Duke Taran and Princess Lantiya. If it weren't for them, I might not have found you until my death."

Mother? He refers to Wood?

Victor's alertness suddenly dropped a lot.

Lucien's real half-brother has the blood of the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sac

Is it a real chant? Or is this guy fooling me?

Victor was uncertain. His just relaxed vigilance increased again.

"How about coming to me? Give up the undead mage who has no future, and as a candidate for the pope, you can gain a status that is more respectful than you are now, no longer need to be worried or be humble." The kind old man stretched out his hand and said words that moved everyone present.

"What Victor's thinking was in a moment of chaos, and it quickly organized the message he had just received. The Pope was kidding? He asked me to join the Church of Light?

"I can feel that your ** is not completely dead yet, only half-dead. As long as your soul is not completely degenerate, you can still become a believer of Mara.

The God King is the most tolerant god. He will never abandon you because of your past loss."

"Are I crazy? Or are you crazy?" The dead silence was broken by Victor's upward tone.

"Your Majesty. What are you talking about? He is the undead!!" Pedro grabbed Anal's long sleeve regardless of courtesy. How could this happen? Lucien had not solved it yet, and the Pope actually wanted to promote this undead, who was obviously evil, to his heir. Is it really like Victor said that the Pope was crazy?!

"The Pope has been the post of the Psalm for a long time. Although the Psalm was unfortunately exterminated eighty years ago, there are still a large number of descendants scattered around the world. I am one of them. Even if my bloodline is not correct, I am still a Psalm and I still hope that my clan will continue to take charge of the Pope. This is not due to selfishness, but the Psalm is born to sacrifice and is a human created to serve Mara. You can use the Light of Mara as the best proof.

The undead, let alone touch him. Even when you get close, you will be exposed by the sacred objects, you can hold it. This means that it has recognized your bloodline. Only the gods attendant can hold the sacred objects. What is your answer? Victor. Should you continue to be a undead who may be abandoned by Alberrecht at any time? Or should you live upright as a human being?" The pope's expression was calm, completely ignoring how much impact his shocking arguments had on others.

"I refuse." Without much time to think, Victor gave the answer.

"Are you sure? There are no relatives, no friends, and only villains who are profit-oriented. You can only try your best to use your family and eliminate your enemies regardless of everything. If you can abandon that identity, then what awaits you will be a glorious life, even if you have an unpleasant past. "Haha, fabricating an identity is easy for me, as long as you nod. Victor Wood will die today. You will have a new name, a new identity."

"I said it. I refused." Victor refused again. He was confused at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he denied the Pope's proposal. He had betrayed Mara and abandoned the clan egg. If the illusion created by the Book of the Dead was removed at this time, the Pope might not have said the same thing. It was dead, and died completely. Eighty years ago, he had lost the right to enjoy the holy light.

If Anal had given an invitation eighty years ago, I thought I would have accepted it happily. After all, I was a hymn. But now, it was too late. I had long turned against the god I once believed in, whether it was Mara or Manger, they had not heard my cry or prayer. Since the response to me was Sivig, then the only one I served was Sivig.

It seemed as if he could sense Victor's thoughts, a faint spirit emanated from its body, and Anal's face changed slightly. As the pope, he would not be unable to detect the breath of Mara and other gods.
Chapter completed!