"Do we really have to take that step? If we fail, the consequences will be too serious."

Rod Hart approached Roland and said:

"Your Majesty, the time waits for no one.

Your Majesty, please make an early decision."

Roland took a deep breath and did not answer.

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Inheim returned to his room and untied his monk's robe with trembling hands.

He took off his underwear and placed it on the table.

This undershirt was completely soaked in cold sweat, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

"Ah! De! La!" Inheim made a reluctant voice from the deepest part of his throat.

At this most critical moment, he was stabbed in the back by Adela.

She was actually the first judge of the Inquisition selected by Pope Ronis.

It’s her!!!

The whole of Erathia is guessing who the referee is, but Adela's name is not among the candidates predicted by all the forces.

The chief referee is like a knife hanging over everyone's heads. This knife is most powerful before it falls out.

But when this knife falls, it will be shocking.

It turns out that the unlucky guy who took the first stab was himself!

When Ronis threw in front of him the complete chain of evidence that the papists forced people to change jobs and become pilgrims, and that Nicholas betrayed mankind and joined hell, Inheim's heart went cold.

The strength of Pope Ronis is the strongest among all humans in Erathia.

Under his strong pressure, Inheim could not stand firmly.

Fortunately, his attainments in mysticism have reached the level of legend, and he could barely withstand the questioning of Pope Ronis, and temporarily got rid of the suspicion of colluding with hell.

No matter what, his papal sect will definitely be thoroughly investigated to see if it has anything to do with hell.

He was asked to close the monastery and practice Buddhism for a month.

Inheim couldn't even imagine what kind of blow the middle and bottom levels of the Papal sect would receive in this month.

That must be devastating.

Inheim knew very well that when it came to colluding with Hell, this was something Ronis could not tolerate.

Damn it, damn Nicholas.

What part of his brain was wrong and he wanted to collude with hell? And his sperm got into his head and wanted to attack Adela?

Inheim was so angry that just because he asked Nicholas to send some money to him, the entire papal sect was labeled by Bishop Ronis as colluding with hell.

Heim was so wronged that he almost vomited blood.

The possibility of the papists deposing Queen Catherine and implementing a dual papacy suddenly dropped to the freezing point.

All of Inheim's previous efforts were in vain.

Inheim sat at the prayer table, constantly flipping through the notes he had written in special code words.

There is still hope, and he won't give up so easily.

It was already clear that Adela was a member of Pope Ronis, so Adela, who had always been considered by them to be the chief judge of the Inquisition, became a target that the Popes could fight for.

If you can convince Adrid to join the Papal sect, you can capture a quarter of Erathia!

A month later, as long as we can gain a foothold in the quiet and stable north, we will have a chance to make a comeback.

For this reason, no matter what the price, he will succeed.

While flipping through his notes, Inheim's thumb touched a name - Mrak.

Inheim paused.

This was a powerful opponent that he had tried every means to defeat. He had even put a rope around his neck, and was just about to give him the final squeeze.

But now, Inheim can only give up all plans and find a way to make a comeback.

Whether he wanted it or not, the papal faction, which was at its peak, had fallen to the bottom overnight.

Adela's knife is too painful and too sharp.

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Mrak is eating.

On the dining table, there are stewed rabbit meat, smoked fish marinated with fine spices, and roasted duck...

This is an excellent meal even if placed in a banquet of legendary heroes.

But the only person who enjoys it is Sir Mrak himself.

Sarit Lal stood in Sir M'rak's tent.

They had just captured the sixth hell city, and the process was extremely smooth.

It's like hell is playing along with them.

There are only a few little monsters defending the city, not even a single hero.

When Sir Mulak's troops broke through the city defenses, they easily captured the county town.

However, the entire hell city was empty and no supplies were found.

But no matter what, it's still a victory.

Lord Mrak still ordered the celebration.

While all the troops were celebrating their victory, Salit was the only one who was not happy at all.

As Sir Mrak's herald and logistics manager, he knew very well that the troops' supplies had fallen below the danger level.

In three more days, as long as there is no rations delivered, the troops will fall into famine.

The hell city that had high hopes was turned out to be an empty city.

Supplies to the rear were cut off.

Their troops on the western front were left alone.

This is to let them die!

When Salit was worried and wanted to discuss it with Sir Sir, he saw this scene in Sir Sir's tent.

The troops are almost out of ammunition and food, and Lord Sir is actually enjoying himself?!

The huge impact left Salit stunned on the spot without knowing what to do.

Sir M'rak wiped his mouth and said:

"Salit, I'm going to die."

Salit was suddenly startled: "Sir Sir, what are you talking about!"

"Salit, please calm down, sit here and eat a little together, and listen to me."

Sir Mrak tore a chicken leg, shook the sauce on the chicken leg, and finished eating slowly.

After Salit's expression changed several times, he sat down opposite Sir Mulak.

Sir Mrak nodded, stabbed a piece of smoked fish with his fork, and said:

"I am a prisoner on death row. I was lucky enough not to die. I have grown up step by step and experienced a lot.

I always thought that I could change Erathia and change humans so that humans would no longer be oppressed by angels.

But it wasn't until today that I understood.

Humans don't want to be changed, and Erathia doesn't want to be changed either.

I can't change anything, not even myself.

No matter which legendary hero Erathia is, he can basically be divided into two factions. The people's livelihood faction advocates the development of basic economic agriculture and relies on the cooperation of a large number of human troops and angels.

A theocracy that advocates that all humans should believe in angels in order to increase the output of faith and increase the output of angels.

As for me, I am neither of the two factions.

I am a human supremacist who advocates the elimination of angels and the elimination of churches.

I have always believed that people who are not of my race must have different minds!

Angels are not good birds.

Therefore, I am incompatible with them in Erathia.

When I was young, I relied on my strength and never hid my thoughts.

When you get older and understand some truths, no matter how much you want to hide them, you can no longer hide them.
To be continued...