Hilde hurriedly said, "Miss Alice is safe and sound, and that boy isn't dead. How about we pretend this never happened?"
"Not dead?"
Morgan looked at Hilde suspiciously, then sneered, "Then where is he now?"
"I don't know."
Hilde, thick-skinned, continued, "That boy fled in serious injury."
"Is that so?"
As the words fell, two dark red tornadoes, about half a ter in diater, attacked Hilde.
"Do you take for a three-year-old child? With the ways of your Holy Temple, you would let a criminal go."
Morgan said grimly, "Do you know you're insulting , insulting the intelligence of a Prince of the Blood Clan?"
Claiming that Ning Fan fled in a serious injury was the biggest flaw.
Ning Fan killed so many Paladins, especially one Starlight Knight among them. With the vengeful nature of the Holy Temple, how could they possibly let him go?
Moreover, Hilde was in angelic form at the ti. How could Ning Fan, severely injured, possibly escape from him?
"It's true."
For survival, Hilde, compromising and enduring humiliation, was truly at wit's end.
Not only did he speak of having his wings broken, but he also swore, "I can swear to the supre Holy Lord, if Ning Fan turns to dust, I shall descend into Hell, condemned forever without redemption."
It is well-recognized among the Blood Clan that people of the Sanctuary of Light are exceedingly hypocritical.
But these hypocritical individuals are exceptionally devout in one matter, and that is when facing the Holy Lord.
Hilde dared to swear by the Holy Lord, speaking of descending into Hell upon death, lending a great deal of credibility to his words.
Moreover, the condition of one light and one dark wing further supported the tale of the wings' rupture, otherwise, the imbalance in Holy Power wouldn't manifest.
"Could Ning Fan really have survived?"
Morgan, the Clan Leader, had sowhat begun to believe these words. Despite sensing sothing was amiss, he couldn't pinpoint the problem.
The people of the Sanctuary of Light typically handle enemies in two ways.
Either they capture the opponent and bring them back to the Holy Mountain for tornt.
Or they reduce them to ashes in the Radiance of Holy Light.
This has been a tradition since the founding of the Holy Temple, believing that through such purification, a sinner's original sin can be absolved, offering them redemption.
"All this talk, isn't it just for the sake of deliberate torture?"
Considering these things, Morgan, the Clan Leader, couldn't help but sneer.
To turn soone to ash, the temperature of the Holy Light's explosion must be unimaginably high,
Let alone flesh and blood, even a piece of steel would likely lt into iron.
"To think soone could tear off an angel's wings, this Ning Fan is indeed extraordinary."
Considering the difficulty involved, Prince Morgan, at his level of power, couldn't help but feel admiration.
Angel wings are the source of their power, a place where intense Holy Power is gathered.
Even Morgan wouldn't dare touch them recklessly without preparation, let alone break them alive.
Seeing Morgan remain silent, Hilde gently said, "Since neither side suffered losses, could we not just let it go?"
At this mont, things like dignity and honor were entirely outside Hilde's consideration; survival was the ultimate priority.
"Of course..."
A sly look flashed across Morgan's eyes as he completed the sentence with three words, "Not possible."
Taking advantage of Hilde's mont of inattentiveness, Morgan flickered into the air above Hilde, "Dark Cage!"
Boundless magic power was released from Morgan's palm, enveloping Hilde like a waterfall.
"Radiance of Holy Light!"
Gritting his teeth, Hilde glared at Morgan, continuously resisting the magic power with internal Holy Power.
"If the Pope were here, perhaps it would have worked, but as for you..."
Clan Leader Morgan smiled faintly, calmly increasing the magic power output once again.
"For you, this evil heretic, to dare look down upon a divine spirit like ."
Noticing the disdain in Morgan's eyes, Hilde seed deeply insulted, with an unpredictable, ominously brooding look, as if hesitating over sothing.
This ti, black magic power, unstoppable as a forceful thrust, swiftly dismantled the resisting Holy Power,
The dense magic power, resembling liquid, gradually subrged and enveloped Hilde from head to toe.
Watching Hilde being sealed within the Dark Cage, not a trace of joy appeared on Morgan's face; with his status, he wasn't proud of winning such an unbalanced fight.
"Just as well to figure out what tricks the Holy Temple is planning?"
This ti, with the thirteen branches of the Blood Clan uniting with other dark factions to establish a nation, the Sanctuary of Light's attitude seed particularly peculiar.
The Blood Clan prepared various contingency plans, yet the Sanctuary of Light took no action, as if oblivious to the matter.
This indifferent attitude was precisely what grated on the Blood Clan, like a thorn.
The Sanctuary of Light could never allow alien clans to strengthen by uniting.
On this point, the Blood Clan had no illusions.
But as the committee was about to be established, the Sanctuary of Light still made no moves.
Had the incident of Alice being captured not occurred today, Morgan might have thought the Sanctuary was truly inactive.
The Blood Clan had considered that the Sanctuary might secretly be planning sothing, intending to deliver a deadly blow to the alien clans on the day the committee was established.
Unless the committee set its eting place at the Mount of Light, any of the Sanctuary's plans would be futile.
In terms of combat strength, the Sanctuary of Light indeed held an edge, employing unique formation thods, even able to unleash forbidden spells.
It was to prevent this that the committee's eting would not be in remote mountains, but in a heavily populated tropolis.
No governnt would tolerate maniacs daring to unleash nukes on their soil, despite these "nukes" lacking the adverse effects of nuclear radiation.
The Pope wouldn't be mad enough to unleash a forbidden spell in the city.
Otherwise, humanity's missiles would level the Mount of Light.
A repeat of that doomsday battle scene is virtually impossible.
Even if the Sanctuary employed decapitation forces, the Blood Clan accounted for that, too.
The highest solo power the Sanctuary could deploy was nothing more than an Angel Projection at the peak of the human world.
The Blood Clan could field at least thirteen beings with such combat strength, and that was just among Blood Clan mbers, not counting other alien clans.
Even with the existence of power constraints, the chances of the Sanctuary achieving a successful decapitation were almost negligible.
"Unless the Sanctuary could arm everyone with an Angel Wing, summoning Angel Projections to possess them."
Considering this, Morgan couldn't help but chuckle silently.
If the Sanctuary had such resources, Earth's bats would have long been extinct, leaving no room for the Blood Clan to survive until today.
What the Blood Clan could think of, the Sanctuary certainly couldn't overlook.
This was precisely where the Blood Clan's anxiety stemd; the anxiety arose from the unknown.
The Blood Clan had long wanted to capture a high-ranking mber of the Holy Temple, but refrained due to tacit agreents.
After all, Holy Power's restraint was too strong. If all-out war broke out, the Blood Clan's deeply cultivated mbers could resist, but the weaker mbers would suffer heavy casualties.
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