Emerald Cathedral.

Captain Richard wore a set of pale golden armor and carried the holy sword "Glory Sun" on his back. His combat boots made a rhythmic crunch when he stepped on the smooth marble floor.

He walked hurriedly through several side halls and corridors and arrived at the back garden of the church.

Besides the Pope, there are already two visitors here.

Standing on the left is Archbishop Timo.

The old man now put on a white priest's robe and held a holy silver staff inlaid with eight magic gems. Compared with the kind-hearted appearance in the past, the old man looked a little more majestic.

The one on the right is a man wearing a black robe.

He is tall, wearing a wide hood, and his face cannot be seen clearly. His dark priest's clothing has patterns of a dark gold scepter and a scale of judgment. The sharp tip of the scepter points upward, with a row of skulls and twisted faces strung on it.

of dead souls.

This is the presiding judge of the Inquisition, a terrifying and mysterious man.

Few people know the name and origin of the presiding judge, and the nobles call him the "Dark Pope".

He is mainly responsible for arresting, trying heretics, and cleaning up traitors within the church. His methods are bloody and cruel, and he has a notorious reputation. In many cases, he is more feared than the pope.

At this time, the presiding judge and Archbishop Timo stood together. One was shrouded in shadows, with a sinister and terrifying aura, while the other was bathed in holy light, making people feel like a spring breeze.

One black and one white, the contrast is particularly obvious.

However, the aura of the presiding judge is obviously stronger than that of the old bishop, and he is no ordinary king.

Captain Richard first nodded to his two colleagues, then looked at the Pope and asked:

"Duke Samares is dead, and the emperor wants us to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the murderer."

"snort."

A cold snort shook the void, distorting the light and dimming nearby objects.

The presiding judge stood in the shadow under the tree, raised his head slightly, revealing half of his thin face, and said in an indifferent tone:

"When will it be the royal family's turn to dictate to the Holy See? Does Ugo think that since he has become a demigod, he can ride on our heads?"

He was obviously dissatisfied with Ugo's deliberate display of the Storm Realm in the morning to show off his muscles.

Archbishop Timo glanced at him and said: "Having said that, this matter is indeed not trivial. It involves the death of an imperial duke. The murderer must be very serious and must be dealt with immediately."

The presiding judge wanted to say something else. The pope raised his hand and said unhurriedly:

"Among the emperors of the St. Joan Empire, Ugo is considered very outstanding. His talent and strength are second only to the founding emperor Louis. It is normal for such an outstanding person to be a little ambitious.

After enduring it for nearly a hundred years, it was okay to let him vent his frustration.

You must remember that times have changed, and even if Ugo can reach the heights of Louis, it will not shake the status of the church."

After hearing these words, the presiding judge suppressed his dissatisfaction and remained silent.

Although he didn't like Saint Kate very much, he also knew that she would become a pillar of the Holy See.

When she breaks through, nothing will be a problem.

Beside the stone table, the pope tapped the table with his dry fingers a few times, thought for a moment, and said:

"The death of Duke Samares, I feel that this matter is not simple. Maybe it is just a precursor. If the enemy has such strength, I am afraid he will not only do this."

Captain Richard asked tentatively: "You mean, we reject the royal family's request to attack, and we are on full alert to ensure the smooth progress of the holy ceremony first?"

"No, a trip is still necessary."

The old pope shook his head and looked at the old bishop, "Richard is going to lead the Knights Templar on a tour of the Holy City. It's up to you to go there this time and bring the 'Holy Ark' with you."

"I see."

Archbishop Timo nodded.

The saints of the church rarely go out to fight and kill, but they can take action when necessary.

………

At noon, the sun rises three poles.

Emperor Ugo walked like a tiger, leaving behind his guards, and passed through several rockeries and palaces alone, arriving at the deepest part of the Storm Palace, a deep and secluded palace garden.

An old man with gray hair and a short stature was standing there upright with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black and red high-ranking military uniform. Although his face was old, his eyes were bright and he exuded an aura of domineering divine power.

"grandfather!"

Ugo lowered his head slightly and said respectfully.

"You are very good. You are better than the old man. I have been suppressed by the chief judge all my life, but now you have surpassed him."

The old man looked at his grandson and nodded, with some relief in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I'd like to ask you to take a trip this time." Ugo said seriously with a serious look on his face.

When the old man heard this, he turned around and looked at the bronze statue of the Storm God in the courtyard, narrowed his eyes and said:

"How long has it been since a direct bloodline of the Singer family and a high-level legendary strongman died unexpectedly? No matter whose hand it was, he will have to pay the price."

"Grandpa, please be careful. The murderer is very powerful and may have set a trap there."

"I understand that this time I will bring a divine weapon, plus the church's preparations, it will be enough. No matter how bad the situation is, I can retreat safely."

A quarter of an hour later.

A desolate and powerful horn sounded from the city wall.

The west gate of the Holy City was wide open, and groups of cavalry on horses and cavalry, or infantrymen carrying flags, marched through the streets in a mighty manner, and quickly left the city under the watch of the citizens.

The menacing military formation and the pervasive iron-blooded aura made everyone realize that the empire's top officials were serious about taking action this time.

High in the sky, Duke Mars and Duke Shield, who are tall and thick-haired and look like barbarians, are both wearing the uniforms of the commander-in-chief of the empire and standing on a golden airship.

In front of them was the old man from the royal family.

On the other side, Archbishop Timo sat on a large eagle with silver feathers, closing his eyes and concentrating. There was something covered with black cloth in front of him.

"Oh, you actually brought this thing."

The old man of the royal family took a look at the thing covered with black cloth on the back of Silver Feather Eagle King, and was a little surprised.

He knew that this was a special artifact, a holy cabinet that a certain god had used to seal monsters. It was extremely powerful, but it was expensive to activate, so the church rarely used it.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Marshal, don't be surprised, this is what the Pope meant." Archbishop Timo said calmly.

He believed that the other party also brought a magical weapon.

A veteran demigod, three veteran kings, and two powerful artifacts are enough to deal with a demon giant in today's environment.

They are not there to kill people, they are just looking for the murderer.

Once the murderer's whereabouts are exposed, they will use some means to mark it, and then the Pope, the War Lord and Emperor Ugo will take action to give the opponent a fatal blow.

………

Night falls.

There is no moon, light rain is falling, and the evening breeze is a bit cold.

Renn took a shower, wore white pajamas, and walked into a quiet room.

There were no lights in the room, only candles were lit, and a magic circle with complicated patterns shone dimly. The blue light flowed on the ground like water, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Ren sat in the center of the magic circle, and with a swipe of his hand, he took out a mirror from the domain space.

The mirror is simple and simple, with an ancient snake totem on the frame. The mirror surface glows with a faint reddish viscous light, as if it had just been fished out of blood.

He recited a string of mantras, and the mirror surface rippled gently, and it soon became clear.

An exquisite face appeared on the mirror. Her long brown hair was loose, her skin was as white as snow, her thin lips were rosy and attractive, and she was naturally charming, just like a goblin who brought disaster to the country and the people.

"Lily, good evening."

Renn smiled brightly and waved to the mirror.

"Stop talking nonsense, what's going on this time?"

Lilith pouted her little mouth and said angrily.

When a little man takes the initiative to contact her, it usually means he has no good intentions. He either wants to sleep with her, or he has something troublesome for her to do.

She knew very well that the last incident of uncharacteristically sending the source of darkness would not happen again in a short time.

Ren's smile faded, thinking about the news of Duke Samaresh's mysterious death, and said seriously:

"Lily, has the Demon King done anything recently?"

Lilith shook her head, recalled something, and said:

"The Demon Emperor has been following a very regular schedule recently. He has been staying in the secret room of Black Cloud Fortress for retreat and meditation to stabilize his powerful divine power.

Only in the early morning every day, he would spare an hour to deal with trivial matters.

I haven't seen him a few times recently. The last time he appeared in public was at the funeral of Palmer, the ancestor of the Blood Tribe. He came to the scene and said some words to encourage morale. It's not surprising."

"Where are the other giants?"
To be continued...