Port Tulum, Hilltop District, Freret's Row.

On the roof of the mansion, a large pair of military binoculars is locking in the direction of the dock.

Two airships were suspended in the sky, and the huge white flag of the Golden Oak Icon fluttered in the wind, in fact, you don't need a telescope to see this huge friendless flag.

Through the binoculars, Freette saw in the airship's pod, where workers in fancy clothes were tossing bags of brightly colored petals in all directions. When the sea breeze blows, the colorful petals fall like raindrops.

In the direction of the pier, fireworks continue to rise into the sky, and then burst into dazzling brilliance.

Freette looked at it for a while, then sighed, turned around and sat on a soft rattan chair, and lazily cocked Erlang's legs: "God's punishment Saint Attila...... What kind of person is this? ”

Lucien lay lazily on another wicker chair, with a hose in his mouth, sucking the sweet juice of a fresh coconut.

Hearing Freret's question, Lucien did not say a word, and he sucked the hose vigorously until there was not a drop of juice left in the coconut, and then he lifted the coconut shell and threw it on the ground.

"Who he is...... This is the Delen Empire. Lucien giggled, "Even if he is a saint canonized by the Church, even if he has the most powerful transcendent power under the purported gods." ”

Shaking his head, Lucien said slowly: "He can chop off tens of millions of black skulls in the Black Continent, but this is the Delen Empire. When our Marines are reorganized and have enough combat power, what will he do if he brings all his 30,000 Church Knights? ”

Frerett sighed heavily: "I'm really curious, I really want to see what the only saint canonized by the Golden Oak Church in the past hundred years looks like." ”

Lucien rolled his eyes, "Oh, dear Freret, there will be a chance in the future...... But today, absolutely not. As a member of the Imperial Royalty, sometimes, that's all you can ...... The attitude of Her Majesty our Empress towards the Church is known throughout Medland. If you show up at the welcome ceremony of Santa Attila...... You must not show up. ”

Freette snorted coldly.

He took out a slender cigarette roll and held it to the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, a flash of fire lit the cigarette butt. He spuffed out a few puffs of green smoke and asked softly, "Speaking of which, I'm curious, the relationship between the empire and the church...... Is it really that bad? Lucien, I have always wanted to know something, but no one, not even my father, dared to tell me about it. ”

Lucien blinked.

He was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I have heard a little bit about this thing you said...... However, I don't dare say anything to you either...... However, in this matter, the church is at fault. ”

Lucien squinted, tilted his head in thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"In this matter, the church is at fault, so ...... You see, the Empire's attitude toward the church has always been so bad. But this time, why did the church send this notorious butcher? ”

Freette frowned, and in a little distraught, threw the cigarette on the ground, and then stomped it hard.

"It doesn't matter why he is this butcher saint, anyway, according to the rules, he can't return to Tulun Port until he goes to the imperial capital to meet His Majesty...... I believe that there will be news from the imperial capital soon, right? ”

Freette raised her head, looked at the clear and clear sky, and her tone suddenly changed: "I don't know how Henniway is doing in the imperial capital." She shouldn't be punished too harshly, right? Also, that damn fat man, what did he do when he went to the imperial capital? What is going on with him? ”

New Pier No. 3.

Duke Ross was in front, Hesse was a little behind, and they, along with the other six heads of the Council of Seven in the port of Tulun, as well as the nobles and officials of the port of Tulun, had already come to Saint Attila with smiles.

Duke Ross smiled and saluted St. Attila: "Your Excellency the Dear Bishop of St. Attila, welcome ......"

Saint-Attila's gaze crossed Duke Ross and quickly swept the welcoming crowd in front of him, and then he opened his arms and greeted Archbishop Loren, who was dragging behind: "Oh, my brother, are you well? ”

Archbishop Loren swallowed a mouthful of spit, forced out a smile, and also greeted him with open arms: "Great Mu's gift, I am all right." You have come from afar, the storm on the ocean is treacherous, are you okay? ”

The two eminent archbishops embraced warmly, then performed a close prayer, and finally the two men pressed their foreheads to their foreheads while reciting a prayer in praise of Muslim.

Duke Rose's face suddenly darkened.

She offered to salute St. Attila and greet him, and St. Attila behaved like this...... Before Duke Rose could come up with a welcome speech that he had racked his brains to come up with, he was directly strangled by the angry her.

The pretty face twitched slightly, and Duke Rose rolled his eyes, and then laughed sharply: "The two bishops, Your Excellency, are really affectionate...... Your Excellency Loren, I do not know that you have taken over the ...... of His Excellency Saint Attila Oh no, what's the idea of taking your position? What do you say? ”

"I heard you're going to the penance monastery in Dabashan...... It's a miserable place, far less prosperous and comfortable than the port of Tulum, so you must have a lot to say right now, right? After all, who wants to go to an ascetic monastery if they can stay in the port of Tulum? ”

"Actually, I personally think you're a better fit for Tulum...... On the contrary, it is His Excellency St. Attila, who is the only living saint of the Church in the last hundred years, so he should go to the penance to drink cold water and eat black bread! ”

Saint Attila's previous performance was completely a public slap in the face of Duke Ross. He ignored the attitude of the Duke of Rus, which had already shown his attitude towards the Delenian Empire.

Duke Ross was completely revenge-free, so she immediately went public and used extremely shoddy provocative words to sow discord between Archbishop Loren and Saint Attila.

Duke Ross's words were extremely naked, showing no mercy at all, and his methods were extremely inferior.

But she raised her chin arrogantly, and rolled her eyes at St. Attila, aunt, and I used such inferior words and such inferior means to sow discord between the two archbishops before and after you in public.

That's what I did!

If you don't accept it, come and beat me!

This is the Delun Empire, my aunt and grandmother I am the head snake here, and my aunt and grandmother have hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers in my hands, hehe...... You kind of don't give me face, you kind of turn your face on the spot!

St. Attila let go of Archbishop Lorren and slowly turned around.

The sun shone on his sleek scalp, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. This guy didn't know how to take care of it, his head was oily and slippery, like a mirror, and he couldn't see any hair slag, and he could almost reflect the shadow of Archbishop Loren beside him.

Gazing at the Duke of Ross with a calm gaze, St. Attila said slowly: "Humble yourself before the glory of my lord. You must know that it is our Lord who shines on the earth, so that there are all living beings in the world. ”

"Merciful Mutesthe, may the glory of her mercy shine forever on my body and soul." The Duke of Ross shook her small folding fan briskly, indicating that she was a devout follower of Muthestel.

She smiled happily and stirred up the topic again: "Welcome to the port of Tulum, honorable Lord Saint Attila. Tulun Harbor is a great place to be, you'll love it, it's much better than the wild Black Continent and the hard ascetics. ”

Sighing, Duke Rose raised his eyebrows: "You are new here, so you must have nothing to say." Archbishop Lauren, you ...... Don't really want to say something? ”

Archbishop Loren opened his mouth to say something.

Saint Attila turned her head and glanced at him gently. Archbishop Loren felt his heart twitch, and his whole body was cold, and a terrible chill almost froze his body and soul at the same time.

Archbishop Loren immediately closed his mouth and bowed his head obediently.

Saint Attila stared at Duke Ross and whispered, "Please forgive me for my rudeness...... Expressing my blessings and greetings to my brothers in the Church is certainly more important than receiving the welcome of secular believers. ”

"The servants of my lord will be bathed in the radiance, and they will be above mortals." Santtila's voice was soft, full of an inexplicable charm. Moreover, without seeing how hard he roared, his voice was so divine that it spread throughout the dock area, and was clearly heard by the hundreds of thousands of citizens of Tulum Harbor who had gathered here.

"Therefore, honorable Duke of Rus, be humble, no matter how noble your position in the world may be, and how powerful you may be." St. Attila whispered: "I am doing the right thing, because I am bathed in the radiance of my Lord and have the authority he has given me." ”

Duke Ross looked at Saint-Attila dumbfounded.

Damn, this is a more difficult stick to deal with than all the gods that Duke Ross has seen in his life combined.

"I am a believer in Mutheste, and I bathe ......," Duke Ross rolled his eyes, and wanted to attack him with the words of Saint Attila.

"My lord is the king of the gods, the god of gods, therefore the servant of my lord is above all men." St. Attila said softly, "Be humble, and stop your quibbles...... Duke Ross, you are not a qualified, devout believer, and as soon as my feet set foot on this sinful land, I felt the presence of heresy. ”

Duke Ross's face became extremely ugly.

St. Attila publicly said that she was not a 'devout believer', which is almost the most serious crime in mainland Medland...... If it is placed in the past when the theocracy ruled everything, this one crime is enough to make Duke Ross and her family and clansmen all be burned at the stake.

"Your words are biased." Duke Ross's tone became very unpleasant.

"All heresies will be destroyed in the glory of my Lord!" Saint Attila raised his right hand, and then his palm emitted a faint glow.

In the void, the sun suddenly burst out with a strong light that was several times stronger than usual.

In the terrifying light, golden light the thickness of a thumb fell from the sky, and in the crowd on the dock, dozens of men and women were simultaneously penetrated by the golden light from the Heavenly Spirit Cover throughout their bodies.

Their bodies were quickly enveloped in golden flames, burning like torches.