St. Attila entered the special train.

He occupied a carriage in the middle of the special train, and the carriages arranged in a suite structure were extremely luxurious, even better than the palaces of any powerful empire in Medland.

Entering the carriage, the ground was covered with a white and soft jacquard cashmere carpet.

This kind of carpet comes from the Papaya subcontinent near the Black Continent. Only among the very few large tribes that have been passed down for a long time, can the most skillful and secretly educated girls.

The jacquard process used in carpets is extremely complex, so complicated that it is like a nightmare.

A girl spent her whole life and could only weave a carpet that was ten feet long and three feet wide. The carpet used in Saint Attila's carriage roughly consumed the life of dozens of girls.

Of course, compared with the black lion skin on the carpet that entered the door, this carpet is nothing.

The black lion's skin is nearly twenty feet long, and each hair is shining with a crystal light like a gem. In the middle of the lion's head, a three-foot-long black crystal horn is born. In the transparent crystal horns, several divine patterns can be seen faintly appear.

This is a peak of the sixth level, with almost half of its body squeezing into the seventh level, a unique monster, single-horned lion in the Black Continent.

The nearly seventh-level unicorn lion has a fur and sword that is hard to be damaged. It is the best material for casting extraordinary armor. This lion skin alone has an open market value of more than one billion gold marks in the Medland continent.

Of course, the billion gold mark is just a random price tag offered by some "deceptive people" who think that money can solve all problems... In fact, even if you pay a billion gold mark, you will not be able to obtain a small piece of fur from a single-horned lion.

In the hands of top forces like the Golden Oak Church that dominates the continent, treasures like the fur of the Unicorn Lion are considered strategically crafted artifacts. How can money measure its true value?

And the black crystal unicorn on the lion's skin head... During the growth of the unicorn lion, as its life experience and training experience are different, different natural divine patterns will condense, with various incredible magical effects.

Generally speaking, if you have to measure the value by gold coins... a single-horned lion crystal horn condensed with a divine pattern is more reasonable, and the market price is about one billion gold marks.

If two divine patterns condensed from the crystal horn of a single-horned lion, then its price will exceed 10 billion gold marks.

If three divine patterns condense, then the price of this crystal unique horn can be added to the back!

On the fur of the single-horned lion used by Saint Attila as a mat, four clear divine patterns were condensed in the three-foot-long crystal horn, and the fifth divine pattern, which had already vaguely condensed most of the shapes.

This crystal horn is enough to win St. Attila the title of "rich and rich"!

Saint Attila slowly stepped on the huge fur of the unicorn lion. He walked past the straight black crystal horn, and gently wiped the sharp horn with his right hand.

When his fingers touched his horn, there was a large piece of thin electric light flowing between his fingers.

Inside the crystal horn, a divine pattern shaped like lightning flashed. The thick, hot thunder power flowed into Saint Attila's body like flowing water. His skin lit up slightly, and the breath on his body strengthened a little.

Several priests wearing blood-colored robes and cold-faced expressions followed Saint Attila into the carriage.

Seeing the vision on Saint Attila, a bright cold light flashed in the eyes of several priests - Saint Attila's strength became more and more unfathomable... Since getting the skin of this unicorn lion and the crystal horn that condensed four complete divine patterns, the improvement of Saint Attila's strength has far exceeded the imagination of these confidant priests.

"That Viglar is a good dog... It's a pity that it can't be used by the church... it can't be used by me."

St. Attila sighed lightly, he walked to the tail of the black lion skin, and sat down slowly on a high-backed throne made of finely carved human bones.

This high-back throne is inlaid with bone pieces on the top of a human head that are so polished sophisticated and moist.

Saint Attila destroyed countless tribes on the Black Continent.

The chiefs of those tribes, whose heads were cut off by the church knights, were carefully processed by the master craftsman, and eventually became an insignificant part of this throne.

On these bone pieces, the craftsman carved prayer poems praising "Mu" in extremely small and smooth floral characters.

These floral characters have been exquisitely designed, and countless floral characters have been pieced together into cloud-like patterns. The polished exquisite human skull flashes with a glimmer of light, and these cloud-like words seem to flow on the back of a chair.

Saint Attila sat on the throne like a god high above the clouds.

A blood-robed priest with the same bald head walked to the wine cabinet in the corner of the car. He picked up a bottle of "blood fruit wine" made by the Black Continent, pulled out the bottle stopper, and carefully poured the viscous red wine as red as blood into a creepy wine vessel in the middle of the wine cabinet.

The wine vessel is a beautiful girl's head.

The girl's skin was dark, as deep as the night, and even shining with a faint soft light.

However, although her skin was extremely dark, it was still obvious that the girl had a beautiful color, and her facial features were extremely delicate and beautiful, which showed how fascinating she was during her lifetime.

However, the head that once stunningly charming has been cut off, and the beautiful head is preserved with terrible craftsmanship, just as vivid as a girl when she was still alive.

Such a beautiful head was made into a wine utensil.

This wine vessel is also a famous "sacred object" in the Black Continent today!

After the church knight commanded by Saint Attila completely defeated the coalition forces of major tribes in the Black Continent, he captured the leader of the tribal alliance alive - the legendary chief "Xiya" who is known as the number one beauty in the Black Continent for thousands of years, and is determined to avenge his father who died tragically on the stolen rack.

Saint Attila made Xiya's head into a wine vessel.

After that, all the chiefs of the Black Continental tribes who surrendered to the Golden Oak Church and the elders of each tribe would drink a sip of the wine poured out of Xiya's head to prove their complete obedience to the Golden Oak Church.

This wine vessel was conferred as a "holy object" by the Golden Oak Church and became part of the evil name of St. Attilah.

The blood robe priest carefully held the wine utensil and walked to Saint Attila step by step.

St. Attila took the wine vessel, leaned over to her mouth, and took a sip slowly: "What a pity... Viglar's ability is very good. Along the way, he and his people kept moving, destroying your actions many times!"

Several blood-robed priests looked ashamed and all lowered their heads silently.

"But I can understand, it's not your fault... This is the territory of the Deron Empire. They act conveniently, they have countless minions for them to drive them. It is inevitable that you will be forced to do things."

He sighed softly and placed the wine vessel on the small table beside him. St. Attila looked at the carriage and consciously knelt on the fur of the Unicorn Lion, the bishop of the Ruhr Cathedral, Hoffman.

Bishop Hoffman was so bold that he even dared to be greedy for the pure gold leaves that fell off Mu's golden oak statue.

He was so greedy and bold, but now he was like the most obedient and good baby, kneeling respectfully on the ground, his forehead tightly against the soft cashmere jacquard carpet, and his body trembled slightly.

"I can see at first sight that you are guilty." St. Attila smiled softly: "Brother Hoffman, I can see that you have a strong sin... Your faith in my Lord is not pious!"

Bishop Hoffmann's body suddenly felt countless cold sweats, and the naked eye could see that the robe on his body was soaked with sweat, and it was tightly pressed against him.

St. Attila, the only saint whom the Golden Oak Church canonized in the past century.

With this identity alone, St. Attila's status within the Golden Oak Church is comparable to the supreme pope who sits upright on the top of Dhabo and controls the huge Golden Oak Church.

For ordinary clergy, a sentence by St. Attila is enough to dominate their life and death.

St. Attila said that Bishop Hoffman's faith was undevoted, which was almost equivalent to Bishop Hoffman being sent to the stolen stand immediately. However, because he was the bishop of a cathedral after all, Bishop Hoffman was qualified to use more expensive fragrant wood, and the oil applied on his body would be a little more expensive.

He could die, slightly decent.

But who wants to be burned to death?

It is certainly a pleasing and happy thing to order the heresy to be burned to death; but it is definitely not something to be delighted to be sent to the stake.

"Ode to the noble holy... holy... holy... covenant of Attila!"

Bishop Hoffman trembled out of his sleeves and took out a huge promissory note issued by the Royal Bank of Delun.

On this dark green promissory note with a Hydra relief on the back, the huge number in that row, even the super Junkers in Ruhr City, will definitely feel jealous and will even do something that is not very legal and does something for this.

A blood-robed priest walked over, took the promissory note, and respectfully presented it to Saint Attila.

St. Attila glanced at the numbers on the promissory note and said slowly: "Yes, this made me realize that you are still useful and valuable...but it is not enough!"

"I am willing to be your most devout lackey!" Bishop Hoffman prostrated and bowed to Saint Attila.

St. Attila raised his brow and laughed, "I like smart people... No, Brother Hoffman, you can no longer call them smart. You can simply say that you have superhuman wisdom."

"Then, in the future, you can sit in the Ruhr City area with peace of mind, spread the glory of our Lord throughout the Delun Empire, and make due contributions... Of course, you must persevere and show your due...use and value!"

St. Attila took the promissory note from the blood robe priest, glanced at the huge number on it, and shook his head gently.

"To be precise, this promissory note is still a bit shabby... I hope that in the future, you can play more, greater uses, and more value."
Chapter completed!