The main warring side has already gained the upper hand, and some people have even begun to propose voting. Once they vote, they will inevitably pass the war resolution, which is undoubtedly true.

At this moment, Huawen knew that he had to express his attitude clearly. Perhaps this was the last gambling before Martin came back. What he wanted to bet was whether Martin could return triumphantly from the war in the heavens.

Just when a duke formally requested a vote, Hua Wen suddenly cleared his throat and said, "His Majesty the Emperor, Pope Ni, you really don't know where St. Martin went and what to do."

The conference hall was suddenly suffocated. The people present were the highest decision-making level in the entire Holy Tree Dynasty. How could they not know the legend of St. Martin? It was just that in their eyes, Martin's decision seemed particularly strange and even a little stupid.

As a mortal, even the Lord of Glory failed, Martin insisted on participating in the war. Does he think he is even greater than the Lord of Glory?

So after Martin embarked on the journey, most people subconsciously thought that he could no longer come back, and many people's thoughts were even glad.

Although Martin is also a powerful man in the Holy Tree Dynasty, his style of conduct is quite strange. He has devout faith and real faith. This is actually somewhat alternative in the Church of Light. Moreover, Martin rarely considers interests in his actions and only pays attention to faith, which also makes the great nobles feel particularly awkward when dealing with him.

No matter what, it is very annoying to place a truly noble saint wherever he puts it.

But now, Chinese people have raised this topic again, which shocked people.

Yes, what if Martin comes back, what will happen? A new Lord of Glory appears.

However, after thinking deeply, they felt that unless a miracle appeared, Martin's chance of returning was almost zero, so the duke still insisted on voting after pondering.

Hua Wen sighed deeply, pushed the case up and said, "Since you insisted on this, I have nothing to say. However, once the war begins, I will not go to war, and all the priests and church knights under my command will not participate in this war. You don't have to ask me to participate in the future cabinet meetings. You can do it yourself."

After saying that, the Chinese Archbishop turned around and left the conference hall, leaving only a room of stunned emperors and lords.

A glimmer flashed in the pope's turbid eyes, but then it dimmed and returned to his weak look.

At this moment, the emperor and the ministers were at a loss.

Chinese is now the only super strong man that can be confirmed by the Holy Tree Dynasty, and is a long-standing old strong man. Although the general decline in the level of the church's strong men has become an open secret, the Chinese Archbishop does not seem to have been affected.

If the war between Arcmond begins in full swing, Huawen is the only candidate to check and balance Richard. But now Huawen announces his withdrawal from the cabinet meeting, and the noble lords are stunned. They look at each other in the face, and finally their eyes are focused on the pope.

There were four super strong men and people with super strength in the Holy Tree Dynasty, three of which were Michael, Chinese and Pope. St. Martin showed his strength in the Ukrainian War and was also believed to have been able to touch super-level combat power.

The real Michael had already returned to the heavenly realm to join the war. On that day, the Pope summoned him not the real Michael, but another heavenly people armed in Michael. Although he was also a rare strong man by Norland's standards, he was still not as good as the real Michael.

Now St. Martin has also gone to the heaven to participate in the war, and Chinese refuses to fight, and only one Pope can fight against Richard.

However, the Pope has never really fought with all his strength in decades, and no one knows his true strength.

However, under the gaze of the cabinet lords, the pope still looked like he was immortal and had no intention of standing up.

All the lords were helpless for a moment. This is the characteristic of the Holy Tree Dynasty. The true top powers are all from the Church of Light. Once the Church of Light is divided, the secular side represented by the royal family cannot even come up with a real power who can suppress the scene.

In the end, the emperor couldn't help but say: "Pope Ni Xia, since the Chinese Archbishop refused to fight, can you take the checks and balances when Richard appears?"

The Pope said slowly: "I think it would be better to launch a siege of jihad angels. I am older and not so sure about fighting."

The emperor cursed in his heart. Everyone knew that the four jihad angels, mainly the children of the royal family, were all killed in the battle of the Ukrainian War. Moreover, Richard had a super-level battle version of the angel king Midaron, and even Michael was suppressed. There was no difference between ordinary jihad angels fighting against Richard and seeking death.

Moreover, after the war, all the heavenly armed forces were taken into his pocket by St. Martin, which was like falling into the hands of the church. Although the royal family has spent all their resources to secretly create two sets of replicas of the heavenly armed forces over the years, they are all ordinary jihad angels, and their power is not as good as the original version, so how can they compete with the Midarren battle version?

At this point, he could no longer open. The Pope slowly left the conference hall, as if he had not seen the unwilling eyes of the emperor and the lords.

On a battlefield somewhere in the heavenly realm, St. Martin was resting under a big tree. He was wearing the armor of ordinary soldiers, surrounded by more than a dozen warriors who were about the same as him.

This is the most ordinary and lowest-level warrior team in the heavens. There is only Martin and the Nolander people in it, and the others are the indigenous people of the heavens.

The warriors in the heavens almost didn't say a word all day, so Martin, who liked to talk to himself, became an alternative.

Martin was carefully taking off his shoulder armor, but the dried blood stains had already glued the shoulder armor, the lined clothes and wounds together. As the process of removing the shoulder armor, St. Martin hissed and inhaled from time to time.

He looked at the armor over and over again several times, sighing: "This is the standard armor of the Heavenly Warriors. It's too shoddy. You'll be disappointed once you see it."

Although Martin criticized this shoulder armor as bad as the dog/far, he carefully placed it aside. The heavens are different from Norland. These armors must be placed in a specific way, otherwise they will be damaged quickly when they come into contact with things that should not be touched.

Martin's defense is even the most ordinary soldier-style armor in heaven, and his defense is at the level of Norland's quasi-legendary equipment, and it is a suit. In the next battle, Martin still has to rely on this armor to save his life. Although his attitude is sometimes smooth, he has always been meticulous in what is really important.

Martin grabbed a ball of light in the air and then condensed into a magical technique. It sprinkled into the wound on his shoulder. There was also light in the wound. It constantly fought with Martin's magical light, which made the wound recover particularly slowly.

This was obviously as expected by Martin. Before he could recover from the wound, he picked up his shoulder armor and put it on again.

He put on his armor and looked into the distance, suddenly sighed and said to himself, "Richard, I have done everything I should do for you, it depends on your own. You guy is not ordinary stupid. I hope you don't need to attend your funeral when I go back."

At this moment, Martin's self-talk was interrupted by a rough voice: "Don't be twittering here all the time, pick up your sword, rookie, the enemy is here."

Martin jumped up from the ground, put on his helmet, and then drew out his long sword. The long battle horn had sounded, and light appeared in the distant sky. If you look closely, there was a little scarlet red in these lights.

The dozen or so soldiers resting around all jumped into the kingdom of heaven, and then spread their light wings behind them and flew towards the overwhelming enemy.

There are constantly celestial warriors flying into the sky everywhere. When they fly to the sky, they become spots of light. The light they transform into is purer and no other colors are revealed. From a distance, thousands of spots of light gather into a torrent of light, facing the wave condensed by the blood-colored light on the opposite side.

Martin also spread his light wings, joined with other heavenly warriors, and rushed towards the enemy together. At this moment, he was the most basic light point in the torrent of light.

Both sides are warriors from the heavenly realm, and even the armor styles are exactly the same, but the light emitted is different. The two torrents of light hit each other hard, and in an instant, thousands of warriors from the heavenly realm were burning and falling, and there was no possibility of resurrection at all.

The showdown between different lights is even more cruel and has no room for maneuver. The winner lives and the loser dies.

In Faro, Richard had just dealt with the last Reaper fighter, shaking and landing on the ground, then sat down, and began to breathe heavily, without even the strength to clean the wounds on his body.

He just wanted to lie on the ground and have a big sleep, but this made Richard alert. This was not only too tired, but also a sign of being too serious. His injuries are now so severe that even his physical recovery ability is almost ineffective.

Wumeng came over, patted Richard on the shoulder heavily, and said, "What, this is not possible. You are the king of Archmond, how can you fall so ugly? Come, sit up and straighten your chest."

But after she took a photo, Richard fell down to the sky, lay directly on the ground, murmured: "No matter what king he is, let me take a rest first, five minutes, five minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Richard fell asleep immediately, not caring about the blood on his body.

Wumeng sighed and called Shuihua. The two worked together to untie Richard's armor and treated the wounds for him. Five minutes were very short in the eyes of ordinary people, but these time was enough for Wumeng and Shuihua to treat all the wounds on Richard's body.

As soon as five minutes arrived, Richard, who was already making a loud noise, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and sighed, "I'm sleeping so much."

Seeing that all the wounds on his body had been treated, he stood up, laughed a few times, and greeted: "Brothers, this team of reapers has been killed by us, and his grandmother's are left. The reapers have created ten more teams."

Richard had just received information from the flying beasts, and about ten teams of harvesters left the base and rushed towards the remaining human cities everywhere.
Chapter completed!