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Teflon hasn't had a good night's sleep for more than two months.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the mournful wail of Archbishop El echoed in his ears. She was dragged back by the Inquisitors, and the enemy's weapons shattered her abdominal cavity, and her intestines turned into a pot of porridge, and even the use of various herbs could not stop the wound from worsening. After two days of struggle, she died in excruciating pain.

After Solly Dahl led the vanguard to suffer a head-on blow, Teflon became suspicious of the strength of the Grey Keep, and repeatedly asked Mayne to think twice before making plans to find out as much as possible about the troops. But Mayne was unmoved, and insisted on asking the main army to immediately launch an attack on the Grey Fort defense line at the foot of the Coldwind Ridge Mountain.

He knew that the church might pay a lot of money, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

What I didn't expect was that the most elite force of the church, the unstoppable Divine Punishment Army, was defeated.

When this fantastical news came, Teflon spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the top of the Tower of Babel.

But there's more to it than that.

None of the Pure returned, and His Majesty Main was nowhere to be found, until he gritted his teeth and forced his way into the Privy Council with a group of men, and learned an incredible piece of news from the Janissaries of the Privy Guard.

Mayne was not Oberline's favored successor at all, and it was Jero the Pure who succeeded him in the scepter and crown.

The Holy City was suddenly lost even to the Pope.

The only thing Teflon could do was to keep the news underground forever - the people he had brought with him had all joined the Privy Temple, and he became the temporary pope.

For the next month, Teflon spent all of his time maintaining order in the Holy City and digging through the library's secret history.

And the secrets of witch hunting, the creation of the Divine Punishment Army, the origin of the church, and the collapse of the witch empire are also revealed in front of his eyes little by little.

The old bishop felt that his worldview had been turned upside down.

Even if he tried all the guesswork, he couldn't imagine that the church was actually created by a witch.

And even the witch empire, which is full of power in the wilderness, has not been able to stop the devil's attack. Whether it is the Divine Punishment Army or the Magic Stone Sigil, they are all just the products left behind by the exiled witches.

In the middle of the night, Teflon's spirit was quickly drained, and in just two months, it seemed as if two years had passed, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as those of the old bishop, and there was a hint of sluggishness in his gestures.

But he knew he couldn't stop, and once he fell, the church was really over.

A large number of inquisition warriors were selected from the reserve ranks, the appointment and dismissal of new archbishops and depleted mid-level believers as quickly as possible, and the call to live and die with the Holy City temporarily stabilized the precarious situation.

However, Teflon knew that this was all a façade, that the damage of the Divine Punishment Army could not be replenished quickly, and that the young reserve warriors were far from the older generation in terms of combat effectiveness. If in peacetime, he still has a chance to make up for it slowly, but now that the evil moon has arrived, he can't stop the attack of the evil beast, and everything is out of the question.

The power of the Church alone could no longer do this, and he had to gather the noble forces of Wolfheart and Eternal Winter, just as the four kingdoms had united to garrison the Hermes Line in the past.

It was not easy to get the nobles who had joined the Church to obey their orders, and Teflon could even imagine that when the news of the Church's defeat reached Wolfheart and Eternal Winter, the nobles who still held the domain and knights in their hands would once again jump out against him. Therefore, when the majority of the Grey Keep army had withdrawn from the Northlands, he sent out the last hundred or so Divine Punishers who remained in the Holy City, along with the emissary regiment, as a means of forcing the nobles to obey orders.

Now, both the old and the new holy cities are in an unprecedented state of weakness.

All the old bishop could do now was pray that the emissaries would bring reinforcements back to Hermes before the beasts began a massive attack.

Rubbing the corners of his sour eyes, Teflon closed the ancient book that recorded the transformation ceremony of the Divine Punishment Army, and was about to make himself a cup of winter flowers to relieve his headache, when the sound of slashing suddenly sounded outside the temple.

His hands shook in shock, and the teacup fell to the ground, tearing apart.

How could there be an intruder here?

He walked to the window and looked down, only to see a group of figures swaying in the glow of the prism of the Divine Stone, and constantly moving towards the Privy Temple.

They were so fast that the Praetorian guards they fought were almost knocking down with a single touch, their armor seemed to be ineffective against their blades, and the gray-white steps were stained with blood in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the enemy had advanced under the temple gate.

"My lord, the Privy Sanctuary is under attack, please leave quickly!" The door to the library slammed open, and a chief guard anxiously walked in, followed by ten Divine Punishment Warriors, apparently the Pope's personal protectors.

"How the hell did they get in?" Teflon yelled in a hoarse voice.

There are only two ways to go underground, one must be dropped with the help of a cage, and the other must pass through the hidden fortress of the old holy city, even the Grey Keep army will not be able to suddenly occupy the old and new holy cities without the gods knowing, unless they all have wings!

The Praetorian Guard's expression was ugly, "The enemy has emerged from the depths of the cave, my lord, please follow me immediately, it will be too late." ”

"Cave ...... Depth?" Teflon incredulously, wasn't there nothing but large and small round holes?

Shocked and puzzled, he followed the Janissary down the secret passage inside the wall, and in a short time he reached the bottom of the temple.

"The cage is unguarded, and it is likely that it is no longer safe, I will escort you to the passage of the Old Holy City, and I ask you to bring someone back to the Privy Council as soon as possible. The Janissary said as he pushed open the movable stone door hidden in the corner.

As soon as Teflon stepped out of the secret passage, his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

I saw more than a dozen enemies standing with their swords, as if they had known that this was the exit of the secret passage.

"I thought I would never set foot in the Holy City again, but I didn't expect that the descendants who inherited the will of the Queen of the Falling Star would be just like that. A man stepped forward, dressed in oddly shaped armor that looked like pieces of metal were stacked together, and blue blood could be faintly seen on the mottled blade.

But when Teflon noticed his countenance, he felt the blood all over his body instantly freeze.

He had seen the man's face.

Ellington, the presiding judge of the Sixth Regiment's advance force, participated in the transformation ceremony of the Divine Punishment Army three years ago. Before leaving, the brave and fearless warrior personally said goodbye to him.

An indescribable chill ran down the old bishop's spine and into his mind, and the strange fear made him barely able to control his tongue.

"You, you...... What the hell is ...... What monster?"