Come to think of it, the pig's head should have not bathed for nearly three days today!!

Well, the dirty bitter pig head begging for a monthly pass and a referral ticket!

On the tallest tower of Dunker Cathedral, Duvan holds his hands behind his back and looks down on the blazing port of Dunkerke.

Beside him, a pale golden man-high spindle floated, and countless gold threads countless times thinner than a human hair shot out of the spindle, gradually disappearing into the air. Among these countless golden threads, there are more than 100,000 golden threads that shoot in the direction of Dunerke, which are shining with dazzling blood.

With every breath, a few golden threads entwined with blood and light would break, and a low howl could be heard from inside the spindle.

Du Wen laughed mockingly, his fingers flicking rapidly behind him, silently counting them. Since the beginning of the riots, more than 10,000 gold threads have been broken, which proves that more than 10,000 people have died in this riot. This spindle is the projection of the Goddess of Destiny, the artifact of the goddess of fate enshrined in the Temple of Destiny of the Church!

The Spindle of Fate, one of the Church's most famous artifacts, is a superior artifact of infinite power, along with the Staff of Light of the God of Dawn. Legend has it that the Spindle of Fate can detect the fate of all living beings in this world, and the golden thread spun from the Spindle of Destiny can control and influence the fate of all living beings.

Although the spindle beside Du Wen was only a projection of the true spindle of fate, the power of this projection had also reached the level of a demigod. With the power of this projection, Du Wen was able to control the fate of a living creature within a radius of five hundred miles around Dunerke.

The goddess of fate, like the other gods, has fallen into an eternal slumber, but the spindle of fate is enshrined in the Temple of Destiny, which is jointly ruled by the seven great temples of the Temple of Destiny. Du Wen has a good relationship with the Temple of Destiny, and even has a deep entanglement of interests, so he can easily obtain the permission of the Seven Great Saints Hall and obtain the right to use the Spindle of Destiny Power Projection for seven days.

"A group of weak ants, your fate is already doomed but you don't know it. Your life is in our hands, your body and soul are the property of the gods, your qi is the property of the gods, and when the gods do not come out, your qiē, whether it is your spirit, your flesh, your blood, or your property, belongs to us servants of the gods!"

Du Wen smiled softly, he reached out and gently stroked the projection of the spindle of fate.

The spindle of fate condensed by pure energy is cold, smooth, and hard, and the curved arcs are fascinating. When Du Wen stroked the spindle, he even felt that he was stroking a stunning beauty, his body was trembling slightly, at such a fatal moment, he actually had an undeserved impulse and thoughts.

"If this is the real spindle of fate!" Du Wen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his **.

Now we have to think about how to put down the rebellion in Dunerke, the rich merchants and nobles in Dunrk have already been frightened, right?

Coughing lightly, Du Wen looked at the handsome man standing beside him holding a one-horned flying winged golden helmet, wearing golden armor and carrying a heavy long sword: "Commander Zafi, it's up to you now." Prepare the Guardian Knights to dispatch, and I'll get the Priests to cooperate with you. There are a group of devout believers in Dunrk, and your first priority is to keep them safe first!"

Zafi, the commander of the Seventh Division of the Guardian Order of the Church, bowed deeply to Du Wen and agreed.

Du Wen slowly reported the names of more than a dozen families and their family residences to Zafay, and these families were all families who had a good relationship with Du Wen on a daily basis. They either paid a large amount of money to the Dunerke Cathedral, or they had a close business relationship with the church leaders of the Dunker Cathedral, or some of the ladies and ladies of their family had entered the Duven's dormitory.

All in all, these families are all die-hard old friends of Dunker Cathedral, and they are the first ones that Duwen wants to rescue!

Zafi nodded knowingly, he was Du Wen's confidant, and he knew what kind of person his top boss was. These families whose names Du Wen reported must be preserved, as for the other families in Dunerke, it is not bad to let them suffer a little toss, it is better for them to kill and injure some more clansmen, Du Wen knows that he can join forces with other families to annex them, which is completely in the interests of the church.

After a moment of silence, Du Wen stretched out his finger and swiped at the spindle of fate at random, and at least 60,000 thin gold threads were cut off by his finger.

"There are too many Imperial garrisons in Dunker, and it's not in our interest!especially the Cedar Legion, which is basically the man's private army, and that's not even more undesirable. So, take advantage of the frenzy of these soldiers and teach them a little lesson. The size of the Cedar Legion is maintained at about 30,000 men, which is the will of the gods!"

Zafi's face showed a hideous, cruel smile, and he answered in a low voice, then turned around and walked down the tower with sonorous steps.

Du Wen put his hands behind his back, and all the clergy around him had already been dispatched. It was almost dawn and the riots were over. The army of the Church will descend on Dunker as a savior, and Duwen will only have to sit here and enjoy the merits.

Gently stroking the smooth curve of the spindle of fate, Du Wen's eyes suddenly flashed the beautiful statue of the goddess of fate enshrined in the Temple of Destiny. The thought he had just forcibly taken down suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption, and he coughed a few times, glanced around, and then flicked his fingers lightly.

A curtain in the corner of the tower moved, and through a secret door, a pretty girl in a white apprentice's uniform walked out quickly. She looked at Du Wen with a little trepidation, and bowed respectfully to Du Wen: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, you ......"

Du Wen grabbed the girl's neck, pulled her in front of him, and then couldn't wait to press down. He muttered in a low voice, "This is the will of the gods, dear child. The glory of God is coming to your body, you will be favored by God, you will be one with God, you will feel the power of God...... After enjoying the glory of God to the fullest, I will send you to the headquarters of the Holy Mountain Church!"

The girl who was struggling in panic heard Du Wen's last words, and her body suddenly softened.

She knew what it meant to be sent to the church headquarters on the Holy Mountain, meaning she would have a higher start in the church than her peers. After completing the full course of the seminary at the headquarters of the church, she will skip the apprenticeship stage and go straight to becoming a true clergyman!

If it were for Du Wen's support, she might even become the presiding godfather of a small parish, who knows?

The girl closed her eyes, spread her hands and legs, and let Du Wen do whatever he wanted on her. Perhaps this is the will of God, and isn't Archbishop of the Church of Douwen the most devout servant of the gods? He has so great power, so much power, then he is the embodiment of the will of the gods. The girl's body welled up with a pious divine light, and she began to believe that it was the doppelganger of the gods who was about to merge into her body!

Just as Du Wen was about to enjoy the youthful and tender ** body under his body, he suddenly let out a sigh and stood up busily.

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, she was just about to ask something, Du Wen had already waved his hand lightly, and two strange figures in tight blood-colored leather clothes appeared from the air, knocked the girl unconscious with a punch, and then carried her to the secret door behind the curtain and walked quickly. Behind the two blood-clad men is a large pale gold flaming Holy Cross insignia, a unique symbol of the executing priest inside the Church Judgment Office.

"Strange, what is this?"

Du Wen almost lay on the top of the spindle of fate, his eyes shot a pale golden divine light, carefully distinguishing the extremely thin gold threads on the spindle of fate. "Such a strange fluctuation of life, aha, I got you! Evil little devil, did you provoke the riot in Dunrk? It's great, if I hadn't borrowed the spindle of fate, I really wouldn't have caught you little bastard!"

The Spindle of Destiny let out a low humming sound, and a gorgeous curtain of light erupted from within the Spindle of Destiny. A golden thread with a faint black aura pierced into the light curtain, and the figures of Alda and the donkey gradually appeared in the light curtain.

The donkey was slowly digging Alda out of the sand, and Alda said something to the donkey.

A golden thread gradually implicated Alda's body from the light curtain, and the black qi became more and more intense, and a faint low singing voice gushed out of the black qi.

"Whispers of the soul, secret art of the soul, this is a fallen demonic soul mage!

"Dunrk Cathedral will hold a judgment meeting to burn you demon in front of all the citizens of Dunke! The culprit who caused the death of tens of thousands of soldiers, you will become a rich chapter on the Dunrk Cathedral, and you will make the greatest contribution to the light of the gods enveloping the whole Dunker!"

Du Wen rubbed his hands excitedly, the spindle of fate is the spindle of fate, it actually grabbed the trajectory of Alda's fate and brought Alda to Du Wen. But Du Wen suddenly jumped up in the next moment, and he howled hysterically: "But what is the matter with this donkey? Why doesn't he have the golden thread of fate? Why is he not sensed by the spindle of fate? What the hell is going on?"

"Isn't there no fate? Is this donkey an illusion? Impossible, as long as it is a creature in this world, its fate will definitely be perceived by the spindle of fate! Why is this donkey not captured by the spindle of fate?"

Du Wen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly laughed weirdly.

"Elder Taishang, could it be that the heresy you are talking about is this man and this donkey?

"A creature without a fate, where are they going, what are they going to do?