
Southern region.
The Kingdom of the Scorching Sun, the Church of Light.
The Archbishop wearing his red robe and shiny armor stood quietly near the magic array. His attitude was respectful as if he was waiting for someone to come.
"Louis, you should make good use of this opportunity. If you take it, you might be able to take advantage of this opportunity to head to the central continent. With your talent, it would be futile to live in the small Southern region. Territory."
The archbishop carefully reminded the holy-level light knight beside him. With a serious face, he nodded his head earnestly, showing that he understood.
The red-robed archbishop looked at the increasingly bright magic array and could not help but feel excited and nervous.
This time, it was an important figure with an unimaginable status.
The Church of Light has repeatedly stressed that they must do their best to serve this person and fulfill all his requests.
Even His Holiness the Pope attaches great importance to him.
The archbishop still remembered the serious tone of the Pope in the message.
If he infuriated this fellow, he might cause the destruction of the entire Light Church.
The red-robed archbishop could not hold his breath as he thought about this.
What kind of existence could cause the destruction of the Light Church?
However, this was also an opportunity for him. If he could win this fellow's heart, he and Louis might be able to leave this small place like the Southern Region.
The magic teleportation array shone brightly.
The archbishop's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself.
It's coming.
..
The light disappeared and three figures appeared on the magic teleportation array.
One of them came out first.
The red-robed Archbishop and Louis did not dare to raise their heads. They maintain a respectful attitude.
The sound of sharp footsteps approached.
"My lord, we have arrived in the Southern Territory."
"Mm, let's go out first."
A cold and indifferent voice sounded in their ears. The red-robed Archbishop and Louis were trembling.
This master sounded younger than they had imagined.
"My master, please get through here."
The red-robed archbishop hurriedly ran over to some of them, intending to take the lead.
Suddenly, he heard a low cry.
"That's you?"
Turning his head, he saw Louis staring at God with a stunned expression, as if he was completely dumbfounded.
The red-robed archbishop's soul was so frightened that it would jump out of his body. He's very scared.
Louis, this idiot!
How dare he offend His Majesty like this? He looked directly at His Majesty!
The red-robed archbishop hurriedly ran over and quickly explained, "Sorry, Your Majesty! Louis didn't mean to offend you!"
The red-robed archbishop suddenly stopped amid his explanation.
His entire body seemed to be strangled by invisible hands. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were wide open. His eyes were filled with disbelief and overwhelming shock. He couldn't say a word.
He was even more exaggerated than Louis.
God of Light, who did he see?
A young and handsome man. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky. He was wearing a witch's robe. His entire body exuded a calm temperament and a strong pressure possessed by a superior.
He recognized this man!
His memory was quickly drawn back to a few years ago.
The trials of the four kingdoms were the most humiliating for the Church of Light and the Dark Church.
A confident young witch held a staff in her hand and looked at them arrogantly.
Under the feet of the young man were rotating heads and countless magical beast essence crystals.
It was because that scene had a huge impact on the red-robed archbishop. No, it had to be said that those who had gone through the trial had left a deep impression.
Edward Joelson!
He was a disciple of Harriet Terrence of the Alcott Empire. He was a super genius who had reached the level of a level nine mage at the age of 16!
His existence had caused all the young geniuses in the Southern Region to be unable to raise their heads.
Even Louis, who was the Son of Holy Light, seemed dim under his dazzling light.
It is said that Joelson Edward had gone to the central continent under the guidance of his teacher, Harriet Terrence.
But it was only a few years and he was already an important figure that even the Light Church could not afford to offend?
What had he been doing in the central continent for these few years?
This was even more shocking than the God of Light revealing his divine skill.
Louis was the same, and even more surprised.
He stared blankly at Joelson. This opponent, who had given him a sense of defeat for the first time in the Southern Region, had always been firmly etched in his heart.
He thought that one day he would be able to fight again.
But now...
"How dare you!"
Tockden's face was cold as he took a step forward. His strong aura—which is included in the final stage of the saint— level explodes, suppressing Louis and the red-robed archbishop. Their faces were pale as they continued to retreat.
Tockden's anger woke up the red-robed archbishop. He hurriedly bowed to apologize. Even his voice was shaking.
"Forgetit."
Joelson glanced at Tockden. The latter immediately lowered his head respectfully.
"Let's go."
"Yes!"
The red-robed archbishop did not dare to think any further. He quickly led the way.
Louis is still in a daze. He had yet to recover from the shock he had just experienced.
The powerful figure of the Light Church that could suppress him to suffocation with just his aura was as reverent as a servant in front of Joelson.
How high does Joelson go?
"I wonder why you're back this time, Mister?"
Tockden asked Joelson carefully.
The red-robed Archbishop and Louis did not know how they were feeling when they saw a cautious and nervous expression on his face.
Joelson casually sat at the highest position in the Light Church, with Darlene standing behind him.
"I want to go to Alcott right away."
The red-robed Archbishop hurriedly said, "The holy unicorn in the Light Church is comparable to the holy level. Sir, if you drive it, it will take less than half a month to arrive at Alcott from the Burning Sun Empire. "
Joelson glanced at him indifferently and did not say a word.
However, Tockden's expression was ugly. His gaze was strange as he said coldly, "Master certainly has his own mount. You don't have to worry about that."
The red-robed archbishop felt "blamed" and had to keep his mouth shut. He doesn't know what he's saying is wrong anymore.
"Alcott seems to be in a bit of trouble."
Louis suddenly spoke.
The gazes of some of them were instantly fixed on him.
Joelson narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "What's wrong with Alcott?"
The aura of the throne was slightly released. Louis, Tockden, and the red-robed archbishop immediately bowed their bodies, their faces pale.
It was as if there was a mountain in their body that was about to fall.
Louis took a deep breath, he quickly explained, "After Ulysses of the Dark Church rose to saint level, he had targeted the Alcott Empire. He even suggested separating the two kingdoms with us. But we don't agree yet. However, given Ulysses personality, he should have already moved against Alcott by now."
Joelson listened to her expressionlessly and suddenly stood up.
Louis and the other two only felt that the moment this figure stood up, the light in the hall became much fainter.
Joelson casually waved his hand.
The explosion!
The roof of the hall was toppled by an invisible great power. An extremely terrifying red dragon that was hundreds of meters long appeared in the sky.
Joelson grabs Darlene's hand and suddenly appears on the dragon's back. The dragon spread its wings and flew into the distance.