The Cathedral of Glory.

After Montana walked into the red wooden door in a white robe with gold edges, in addition to the first glorious Pope sitting in the room, there were also bishops from other churches in Abetus.

Including Norius, there are 4 sixth-level positions, but Yvonne, who should have been sitting in the second seat, could only stand aside, and his position was replaced by a man.

Dario Scalid.

"Let's start." Bishop Norius said when he saw Montana walk to his seat.

"Tomorrow's celebration day, we have only one goal, exposing the identity of the fake king, helping Prince Philip ascend the throne, and completing this mission, the only enemy who blocks us is Dresel."

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in Montana's eyes. Is the king fake?

Bishop Norius did not explain too much, but assigned tasks seriously. He did not look at Montana until the end, "Montana, this time you will control the blood source."

"Yvonne, give her the list of the blood-sourced persons."

"Yes." A hint of unwillingness flashed in Yvonne's eyes, but she knew she had officially been eliminated.

"Bike Norrius, what about the weapons you mentioned before?" Dario asked. Because of the conflict a few days ago, he had turned to the Oracle Church without any concealment.

"I want to kill that guy with my own hands." He said hatefully.

"Here." Bishop Norius took out a wooden box about 40 cm long.

"What's inside?" Dario asked with some anticipation.

"A blood-stained spear was left by the goddess after she hunted down an ancient god who was sleeping in the void." Norius said as he opened the wooden box.

The mottled and old spearhead was exposed to Dario's eyes. The quaint spearhead was about 40 cm long. The overall look was ragged. The dark brown blood almost corrodes the entire spearhead, and it seemed to collapse after a light touch.

"Just mobilize a little power in your blood, you can easily defeat that Henrik."

"Remember, you only have one chance." Pope Glory suddenly spoke, "Your battle will definitely attract Dresel's attention. Once you have the chance to kill Henrik, Dresel will definitely intervene."

"I can only help you resist once. If you can't seize this opportunity to kill him, Dresel will not give you this opportunity again after you are prepared."

"I understand." Feeling the blood in his body shaking, Dario's face was solemn, and he silently took out the weapon placed in the wooden box.

"When you kill Henrik, the scene will be in chaos. Even Dresel will have a moment of loss of consciousness. That's the opportunity for us to get close to the king."

"Dario, your victory is crucial. Don't let us down, don't let the blood in your body be ashamed." Bishop Norius said.

"We promise you that Prince Philip's rule is only temporary. As long as Elland stabilizes and Dresel is solved, we will find a way to get you to marry Charlotte."

"If Prince Philip unfortunately passed away at this time, then you have the opportunity to take charge of the country through Charlotte!"

As if thinking of that scene, Dario's breathing became rapid.

From beginning to end, his goal was not only to the Scalid family, nor was it simply because of Charlotte's beauty. He was interested in Charlotte's identity and the support of the Oracle Church.

This could give him a chance to become Elland's new king.

"Charlotte shouldn't be that easy to surrender." He said casually. While gaining power, it would be fine if he could play with the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.

"Don't worry, Dario, make people tame. We have a way. By then, the beautiful Princess Charlotte may love you willingly, take the initiative to marry you and give birth to children for you."

"You should be clear that what we care about is the spread of the goddess's holy light and there is no interest in ruling a country," said Norius.

Dario nodded excitedly.

Of course he was not interested in being a puppet king, but in this regard the oracle church also had a good tradition.

Nowadays, the religious vassal states controlled by the church are only guided in the general direction, building churches in China to expand believers, but not interfering in specific government affairs.

Instead, they will take the initiative to help when these countries are in danger.

This is simply the perfect affiliation.

"Tomorrow is your first step towards the throne of the king!"

"I won't let you down." Dario held the weapon in his hand tightly, but an arrogant face flashed in his mind.

"Henrik, your death is here."

"Charlotte is mine, and this country is mine!"

Although it is not clear about the specific plans of the Oracle Church after supporting Prince Philip ascend to the throne, Dario believes that the church is not without this ability, but the previous opportunity has not come.

What they need is a prosperous and populous Elland, not a ruin.

Montana, sitting at the end, quietly lowered her head. She felt a surging undercurrent surging underwater under the ground of Abetus, slowly lying on dormant power, waiting to completely overturn the entire city and country.

Even though he was unwilling to accept it, Yvonne could only pass on all the information he had to Montana. Then, he lost the reason to continue staying in this room and could only leave the power center with nostalgia.

The red door behind her was closed, isolated her path to the peak of power. She followed the spiral staircase and returned to the room alone.

Next, when the celebration day ends, she will have to pack up and return to the Kingdom of God in the church.

Slowly walking to the window and sitting in a familiar position, Yvonne looked at everything in the room nostalgic, but at this moment, she suddenly found that there was a neatly folded letter paper on the table.

Unfold the letter paper, a line of handwriting appears in front of you.

"Are you willing?"

"Who is it?!" Yvonne stood up suddenly, and the 5th-level mental power enveloped the entire room, but after searching carefully several times, she did not find any clues.

At the same time, in a corner inside the Guanghui Cathedral, Berga was staring at all this with a calm face.

On the other hand, when the meeting ended, Montana hurried back to her room. She didn't see Belga in the room. She hesitated for a moment, but took out the perfume, then leaned against the bed, trying to call Sigmon.

It is safest to communicate in the dream, but after trying it a few times, Sigmon did not respond to her call. Montana could only concentrate, wake up from the dream, and open her eyes.

But the next second, her breathing stuttered slightly, and at the closest point in front of her was Berga's somewhat puzzled face.

"It's strange, Montana."
Chapter completed!