Feeling his Majesty the Emperor visibly despondent, Royal Advisor Conrad bowed his head and chose to take his leave.
However, after Conrad’s departure, the Emperor’s secret agent quickly reported a shocking piece of news.
"Your Majesty, the British ambassador has raised an inquiry... They have a soldier claiming to have encountered His Highness the Candle Knight at New Naples Port in Texas, asking if this was under your instruction..."
The British are well aware that Germany could never ally with the French; the overwhelming public sentint for revenge against Germany and to wash away humiliation is sothing not even a resurrected Napoleon could withstand.
But the long-missing Candle Knight and the sudden appearance of the Knight of Radiance in the New Continent, standing on the side of the Texans, was enough to prompt the British to give their little brother a hard ti.
"Viviana?"
The Emperor’s face showed a particularly delighted emotion: "She’s in Texas? Quickly, send soone to find her, this heartless girl hasn’t thought to return and visit her grandfather all these years."
As for the British inquiry, he dismissed it entirely.
"By the way, mark this news as top secret, and do not inform anyone, especially not that old fool Frederick!"
The secret agent accepted the order with his head bowed, then left with a wry smile.
...
"How is this possible!"
"How is this possible!"
Guderian’s forehead veins pulsed intensely, his expression exceptionally ferocious. The demon that required imnse effort and half his blood to summon and contract for assistance had been devoured alive.
As the backlash from the broken contract set in, his face turned a shade of green and purple.
Without hesitation, he took out the Book of Death, the Holy Object of the Necromancy Sect, originally intended to create a Skeleton Giant Dragon, but now he decided to use it directly to contend with Prajna. As long as he could defeat Prajna and seize the Ghost Face Shield from her hands, he believed this would provide him with a far greater enhancent than owning a giant skeleton dragon.
"The power of the Death Holy Artifact may not necessarily be weaker than that of a Divine Artifact!"
In his hands, a heavy copper-bound ancient book slowly erged, and powerful death energy transford into a black mist stretching from earth to sky. Even ordinary people lacking spiritual vision felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave.
"This foul thing reeking of death seems to have brought out sothing remarkable."
"Boss, aren’t you really going to make a move?"
The Three-headed Demon Dragon looked puzzled. In their eyes, although Prajna also ca from an extraordinary background, her power, like theirs, was heavily restricted, unable even to unleash a tenth of its peak strength.
But Losa, riding atop the dragon, replied impatiently, "You’ve been ordered to watch the battle, so just watch. If you keep nagging, I’ll send you down to duel with that necromancer?"
"No problem, Boss!"
"Then let’s forget it."
"Boss, I’m afraid we’ll be made into a skeleton dragon, causing you more trouble."
Besides the fiery-headed Dragon who seed eager, the other two dragon heads categorically refused.
Feeling that thick aura of death, Prajna appeared sowhat nostalgic: "It’s the aura of the Great Tengu..."
The Great Tengu she ntioned was not a demon from Hell, but a great general of the Ghost Race, like herself, nad after the most formidable demon they had slain, and one of her few friends in Hell.
Regrettably, before she left Hell, the Great Tengu perished during an internal power struggle within Hell.
Wherever there are sentient beings, there is conflict, and Hell is no exception.
Amidst the swirling black mist, the figure of Guderian erged with enormous wings, his face morphing into a crimson ghost face. The terrifying ghost aura assembled his body into a monstrous creature, dozens of ters tall.
At this point, Porfirio evidently no longer expected these "Wild Mages" like Guderian to solve the problems: "Quick, send soone to invite Bishop Michael... Forget it, I’ll go myself!"
Bishop Michael was a straightforward man; earlier, when he sent soone to invite him, Archbishop Michael had bluntly said he would exorcise any demon on sight.
At the sa ti, within the Knight Order’s retinue, knights and martial monks fervently prayed.
Embroidered on their rather classical robes was a massive Latin Cross.
So appeared quite angry, accompanied by expressions of disdain.
"How can our great President rely on those heretic demons to counter the demonic forces from Texas? Such an approach cannot succeed!"
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him, loves Him, may be saved."
Bishop Michael softly recited a passage from the Bible. Although he could understand Porfirio’s actions, this strategy undoubtedly tore the crusaders into two distinct camps.
The contest between "royal power" and "church power", long passed in Europe, remained severe in the religiously fervent land of xico.
The Church not only possessed the military might of the Knight Order and combat cultivators but also held vast lands and tenant farrs dependent on church estates, alongside nurous church schools and hospitals.
So of Porfirio’s dostic policies were also hampered greatly by the church.
Clearly, the heretical ideologies of the Necromancy Sect taking root in the "sacred soil" of xico must have clandestine support from the dictator Porfirio. After all, the Church’s power was so overwhelming that even a dictator wielding absolute control feared being unseated by the Church one day.
Whether they would take such action is one matter; what is crucial is that the Church indeed has the power to support another figure to replace Porfirio.
"Your Excellency Michael."
Seeing the dictator approaching quickly, radiating warmth, Bishop Michael made no pretense, saying directly: "I..."
Clearly, the heretical ideologies of the Necromancy Sect taking root in the "sacred soil" of xico must have clandestine support from the dictator Porfirio. After all, the Church’s power was so overwhelming that even a dictator wielding absolute control feared being unseated by the Church one day.
Whether they would take such action is one matter; what is crucial is that the Church indeed has the power to support another figure to replace Porfirio.
"Your Excellency Michael."
Seeing the dictator approaching quickly, radiating warmth, Bishop Michael made no pretense, saying directly: "I..."
Clearly, the heretical ideologies of the Necromancy Sect taking root in the "sacred soil" of xico must have clandestine support from the dictator Porfirio. After all, the Church’s power was so overwhelming that even a dictator wielding absolute control feared being unseated by the Church one day.
Whether they would take such action is one matter; what is crucial is that the Church indeed has the power to support another figure to replace Porfirio.
"Your Excellency Michael."
Seeing the dictator approaching quickly, radiating warmth, Bishop Michael made no pretense, saying directly: "I..."
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