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At the same time, from the most luxurious palace on the peak of the Holy Mountain of the Holy Church far away came roars of anger! Pope Paul XIII stood in the spacious hall with anger written all over his face. There were fragments of porcelain scattered across the ground. It was said that they were remnants of a civilization left behind by the Maso people a million years ago. They were once the Pope's favorite treasures, worth hundreds of millions of gold coins. Yet today, he had been reduced to a bloody pulp. This showed how infuriated the Pope was!

The Pope's anger was replaced by a deep fear as he muttered, "Impossible! Alfred, who killed you? I must find it and avenge you! Why can't I sense Alfred's aura? Damn it! His soul has also been destroyed! "

Just now, the Holy Emperor had suddenly felt his heart palpitate, and immediately afterwards, he had felt as though Alfred's spiritual aura had been completely exterminated! A SemiGod expert, especially one from the Radiant Church, had cultivated what was known as the most powerful recovery power. But even so, he was still killed. Just how terrifying was his enemy? The Pope felt a deep dread in his heart. He could sense that this new enemy would be the one to launch the War God. He would be the biggest obstacle to plunder the Origin of Faith, and he had to get rid of him now! Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The Pope took out the Amethyst Magic Ball and slowly chanted the gods' incantation in a low voice. This time, he used all of his strength, using the power of the gods to reflect back, to see what had happened, to see who had killed Alfred. As long as he obtained the face or name of the enemy, the Pope had the confidence to use all the power of the Church to kill him! Gradually, the hall was filled with a strange atmosphere. The Pope's voice was low, but after the reverberations in the hall, it became louder and louder, as if there were countless people chanting a mysterious incantation.

The Amethyst Magic Ball also gradually started to react, and a vortex gradually appeared in the crystal ball. It constantly revolved, constantly life and death, as if it was evolving the most mysterious and original laws of this world. The Pope suddenly let out a loud shout, and a bright white light shot out from his fingertip into the crystal ball. This action was obviously not easy. One could tell from the cold sweat that was trickling down his forehead. When the crystal ball was illuminated by the white light, it looked like it had eaten a big tonic. The spacetime vortex spun faster and faster. One scene after another was displayed in the crystal ball.

The Pope's eyes, which were initially cloudy, suddenly emitted countless rays of light. He stared at the scenes unfold without blinking, afraid that he would miss out on something crucial. He saw Alfred's figure appear within the crystal ball. In front of him was a dark, cloudy thunderstorm, with countless lightning dragons intertwining with each other. Although they were not in his presence, just his posture and appearance was enough to shock the Pope, "This is the world's natural law tribulation a demigod is about to pass through! Dammit, was it really a demigod? No, even if he had survived, how could he have killed Alfred in his weakened state? There must be other helpers! It seemed that the other Gods could no longer sit still! He actually got involved with the Grace Mainland in public! "

The Pope thought angrily as he continued to read. The scene changed once more. An extremely intense golden light flashed. Following that, the Saint Angel Battle Sword wailed as the artifact spirit inside was severely injured! The Pope was surprised again. He hurriedly used his magic power to show the appearance of his enemy. Who knew that the crystal ball would suddenly emit a cold snort, followed by a golden flame that abruptly lit up. The Pope shouted, "Not good!" He hastily retreated. With a bang, a magic ball made of amethyst was shattered into pieces by the sudden and powerful explosion.

The Pontiff's expression was as calm as still water. He snorted. At this moment, waves of sword whistling sounds suddenly rang out in the air above the Sacred Mountain. As the Pontiff stepped out of the hall, he saw the Angel's War Sword floating in mid-air. The sword itself was lacerated in several places, and he could hear the Sword Spirit groaning in pain. The Holy Church had never suffered such a loss in the hundreds of years since he became the Pope. The surprising thing was that no enemy could be found.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Pope put away the Holy Angel Battle Sword and walked out of the Church's palace, heading towards the Holy Mountain of the Holy See. There were still many magnificent palaces standing there, but surrounded by these palaces was a small and simple thatched cottage. It was so simple and crude that it formed a stark contrast with the surrounding palaces. However, from within, there was a majestic and resplendent aura. No one dared to look down on this crude thatched cottage.

The Pope walked to the front of the hut, his eyes flashing with fear. Just as he was about to speak, a sigh came from inside, "Your Majesty, since you are here, please enter." The Pope expressionlessly pushed the door open and entered. He walked through a small courtyard that was several meters long. There were several types of fresh melon fruits growing in the courtyard. A middle-aged man sat in front of the thatched cottage. This man had a face full of stubble, as if he hadn't shaved in a long time. In his hand was an old kitchen knife, and he was sharpening an apple. This man exuded a strange aura, different from the pope's naturally noble, majestic, and sacred aura. However, he did not seem to be at a disadvantage.

A thatched cottage, a small courtyard, and a ruined man. This should have been the life of the most ordinary civilians on the continent but all of this happened in the Holy Mountain which was known for its extravagance and splendor. The Pope looked coldly at the man in ordinary clothes. After a long while, he spoke in an indifferent tone, "It seems that you are getting better after crossing over." "Victor!" Victor? This man who looked as though he was on the verge of collapse was actually Victor. He was actually the teacher of the God of Swords, the genius Nicholas!

Victor focused on sharpening his apple. After he finished sharpening it, Mance cleaned up his broken knife with water before raising his head and smiling, "Life is always so beautiful. If you can let go of those worldly affairs, you can enjoy the peaceful days like me." He was not outstanding, not even handsome, and his facial features were nothing out of the ordinary, but his eyes were very bright, like the stars in the sky, with a unique taste, as if he was a god standing above the nine heavens, looking down at the world with a gaze of pity. When he smiled, his mouth was full of teeth, very white and neat. In short, this person exuded a strong and unique aura, causing people around him to involuntarily gather around him, attracting the gazes of everyone around them.

The Pope frowned and said coldly, "I am not here to listen to your lecture. Furthermore, it would be inappropriate to say this to the Pope. After all, I am the spokesperson of the gods and have transcended this world. " Victor smiled and nodded, "I was reckless. "Well then, Your Holiness, why have you come here?" His tone became somewhat stiff, pulling the distance between the two of them by a long distance. However, the Pope seemed to enjoy his tone and said, "Let me show you something." With a flick of his sleeve, the Angel Battle Sword flew into Victor's arms with an unending wail. It looked very much like a wronged wife.

Victor's indifferent smile disappeared abruptly and he cried out, "Holy Angel Battle Sword?! "Oh my god, you were actually beaten to such a state!" He gently caressed it with his hand. It was strange to say that wherever his finger touched, streams of white light would gush out, as if they were healing the battle sword. As for the Angel Battle Sword, its mournful wails were also somewhat softer, but it still continued to tremble uncontrollably. The Pope said, "To tell you the truth, not only was your sword injured, even Alfred has fallen!" "What!?" Victor stood up in shock! He couldn't help but be surprised by the two consecutive pieces of explosive news!

"Who is it? "Who did it?" Victor asked coldly. His entire demeanor had suddenly changed! If he was just a harmless kitten just now, then he was now just a sharp unsheathed sword that could kill tens of thousands without bloodshed! As his aura continued to rise, a strong wind started to blow in the courtyard. However, the wind also stopped as soon as Victor released his aura. The Pope's eyes flashed with admiration, "Looks like your mastery of the way of the sword has increased by a lot in the past ten years you've been here." Just based on your understanding of the Dao of the Sword, even Alfred is far behind you. "

Victor sat down again, softly, and his tone became unconcerned. "I'm not the same as that dark fellow Alfred chasing the ultimate power. He cultivated both magic and martial arts, hoping to condense a divine core. One day, he would receive the support of the gods, and would be reincarnated in the Divine Light Incantation. As for me, I am only focused on my swordsmanship. Gods or whatever, it doesn't matter. " Insolent! This was absolutely outrageous! If the fanatics of the Inquisition had heard this, they would have burned Victor to death! But the Pope did not show any expression, as if he was used to hearing such outrageous words.

He only said: "The Angel Battle Sword was heavily damaged, and Alfred perished as well, his soul not remaining! I used the magic that reflected back and tried to find the murderer's information, but he found out and used a fire attribute divine ability to burn my purple crystal ball! Now do you understand why I came to find you? " Victor gently stroked his Angel Battle Sword without saying a word. The Pope's tone became more severe, "The past popes have an alliance with the Ascetics. Although you are allowed to move freely, in this moment of life and death, all of you must unconditionally obey the orders of the Church! "Right now, this enemy is extremely mysterious and powerful, so I'm worried that he might be a pawn set up by other gods. If he were to become a big power, it would be a fatal blow to the Church and the gods' plans."