"His battle to become famous..."

Joe opened the last page of the file.

St. Attila's battle of fame in the Black Continent was also the decisive battle of the Golden Oak Church's grand foundation in the Black Continent of the "God Kingdom on Earth" and it should be the "Battle of Bloody Road".

The cause and specific process of that battle have been submerged in the secret archives of the Golden Oak Church. The major powers of the Medland continent basically only know the final result.

Thirty million natives of the Black Continent were killed in an battle.

Regardless of men and women, ages, from 80 or 90 years old to infants, there are 30 million natives of the Black Continent, including tens of thousands of senior executives of thousands of large tribes, their families and relatives.

All, were nailed to the oak cross alive.

Crosses were lined up next to a road of hundreds of feet wide.

From the battlefield of the "Battle of Bloody Road" to hundreds of miles, it extends to the former Port of Attila, and now the city of Saint Attila - the capital of the "Ground Kingdom of God" in the Black Continent.

The blood of 30 million natives in the Black Continent dyed the road hundreds of miles long red.

Their corpses were hung on the oak cross, blowing wind and rain, and the sun was pouring on the rain, and the corpses turned into white bones. The bones eventually rotted and fell off, dyeing the avenue from blood to white.

Joe and Gorkin, who was reading the archives together, shivered at the same time, and their pores contracted, causing countless goose bumps.

"Thirty million?" Gorkin's voice was a little out of tune.

"It is estimated that 30 million, and the actual number of people may be more than a few million." Salian exhaled gently and vomited a smoke ring: "Just like this big battle completely broke the backbone of the indigenous peoples of the Black Continent, tsk... the Kingdom of Golden Oak God, which occupies the richest land on the north coast of the entire Black Continent...haha."

"Don't you have nightmares?" Qiao's fingers shivered a little.

A group of veteran generals glanced at Qiao at the same time.

Then, they snorted coldly at the same time.

Salian pestle the cigarette butt in the ashtray, picked up the big coffee cup that he had just put down, and 'gudong' filled the remaining coffee in one mouthful.

"How could the saints of the church have nightmares like us mortals?" Salian put the coffee cup on the table and whistled: "Saints, they are not humans... Well, after reading the files of St. Attila, what do you think?"

Gorkin frowned and looked up at Salian: "A very dangerous madman."

"I absolutely agree with your opinion... Of course, don't say this outside in the future. Be careful that the guys from the Holy Court are eyeing you and tie you up on a stolen rack one day." Salian shrugged: "Joe, what do you think?"

Qiao shook the thin sheets of paper on his hand, and looked at Salian with an extremely exaggerated expression: "Dear Your Highness, what do you want me to do? Go and kill him? Uh, let me think about it, maybe we have a better way?"

Salian rolled his eyes, bent his right index finger and knocked heavily on the conference table: "Kill him? You really dare to say... Kill him, what a wonderful way to say, but I don't dare to think so... This old guy..."

With a dry cough, Salian said in a deep voice: "Joe, even His Majesty, my grandmother, said that your luck is a bit outrageous... I agree with this opinion very much... So, this time, Saint Attila is in the imperial capital, you are responsible for the reception."

"Me?" Qiao widened her eyes: "Responsible for the reception?"

Joe's head was a little dizzy.

An oldest, the oldest, with snow-white hair and beard, but still straight, and still burly skeletons. He stood up, looked at Qiao with his hands on his back, and looked at him seriously.

"Hand around him, trip him, stare at him, find his troubles, find his faults... If you can't find his faults, create troubles, create conflicts, and let him go as far as he can..."

"Of course, if you have this ability, you can kill him...and if you don't get caught by Daboku." The old general looked at Qiao meaningfully: "But we think it's difficult to kill him."

Salian took over the old general's words: "St. Attila is very dangerous, and he is coming with great force and has a bad intention... The Empire does not welcome his arrival; the Empire hopes that the current relationship between the Church and the Empire, and the current situation, can continue."

"St. Attila, obviously will cause great trouble to the empire." Salian shook his head: "We do not want this trouble to occur, we do not want the relationship between the empire and the Golden Oak Church to fluctuate too much."

"So, what can I do? If I can't kill him... then, I..." Qiao's IQ has improved a lot recently and his head has become very enlightened. However, in the face of Salian and the old generals' expectations, he still felt confused and felt very psychologically stressed.

"I don't know what you can do, or I don't know how good you can do it." Salian looked at Joe a little rogue: "But, the lucky Joe, even the God Chariot, can be found by you... You will definitely be able to do more and more magical things."

"So, from now on, let me see the time..."

Salian took out a large steel pocket watch and looked at the time carefully: "It's 13:43 in the morning on December 22, 1379, Medland Glory Calendar."

"Start immediately, I will grant you the authority of the temporary plenipotent envoy of the Deron Empire. You are my personal representative and the plenipotent representative of the imperial royal family. You represent the Deron Empire, the royal family, and especially me, fully mobilize all the resources you need and be fully responsible for the security, escort, liaison and other work of Saint Attila in the imperial capital."

"Parsize him, trips him, stares at him, sticks tightly to him like a piece of cowhide plaster, staring at his words and deeds, and staring at all his actions." Salian looked at Joe with a smile on his face: "I won't give you any specific orders, I will only give you the right to make decisions on the spot..."

"No matter how whimsical the idea is, no matter how outrageous your plan... as long as you are not caught... what you want to do, what you can do...you can do."

Joe and Gorkin looked at Sallyan stiffly at the same time.

After a long time, Gorkin said arduously: "Your Highness, aren't you afraid, did Joe mess up the matter?"

Salian shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I'm a little worried...but I'm not afraid... Well, St. Attila's people are not good. According to the information he has been sent along the way, he is here to make trouble in the empire..."

"Well, at worst, let's have another Lucia gang and give him another axe." Salian smiled brightly: "Joe, Ivan is yours now, and he seems to be good at using axes... Well, of course, I said this just means that there is some possibility that I did not instigate you to send a group of Lucia to do something."

"The Empire has always been... respectful to the Golden Oak Church... The Empire royal family, and all the imperial nobles, are devout believers... You know. Some inhuman guy can have something wrong with him, and everyone hopes that something will happen to him, but... first, with his current strength and power, he can hardly have any accidents."

"Secondly, if he really has any accidents, it must not have anything to do with the imperial official... This is the bottom line. After adhering to the bottom line, you can do something if you like."

"Don't worry, I'll support you... If you can solve the problem of St. Attila beautifully, believe me, you will definitely have surprises, and you will definitely have great surprises."

Gorkin glanced at Salian deeply, then looked at Joe with complicated eyes.

Qiao lowered his head and said nothing.

He grabbed St. Attila's top secret file, read it carefully, and then again.

A veteran general handed over another piece of intelligence.

This is the Imperial Intelligence Department, which has been sent by the Imperial Intelligence Department these days. After Saint Attila left Tulum Port, he took a special train to head north, and detailed information about what he did along the way.

Among them, there are the Imperial Intelligence Department, who used various means to eavesdrop on private conversations between some of Saint Attila's confidants and confidants.

Joe took a deep breath, and he and Gorkin looked up at Salian at the same time.

"His station is not in the imperial capital, but in Tulum Port?" Qiao looked at Salian in shock: "His future station is not in the imperial capital, but in Tulum Port?"

Salian looked at Joe calmly with his hands behind his back: "This information is accurate. Although we cannot understand why, as the Archbishop of the Diocese of the Derren Empire, he would abandon the imperial capital and instead go to Tulun Port to settle in... But there is no doubt that he will stay in Tulun Port in the future."

Joe and Gorkin looked at each other quickly.

You can tell from the archives of St. Attila that this is an extremely crazy, extremely terrible, extremely dangerous, unscrupulous, even hysterical madman.

Such a lunatic... no one wants to deal with him.

As the archbishop of the newly appointed Diocese of the Deron Empire, Saint Attila should be stationed in the imperial capital.

But it would be understandable if he insisted on landing his residence in Tulun Port.

Because the Cathedral of the Derren Empire is divided into two dioceses, the Cathedral of St. Cloud of the imperial capital and the Cathedral of St. Hilder in the port of Tulum, are completely equal in terms of teaching position.

In the past, the archbishop of St. Cloud Cathedral in Fort Heidra, served as the archbishop of the entire Diocese of the Deron Empire and the bishop of the northern diocese; and the archbishop of St. Heidra, served as the archbishop of the southern diocese of the Deron Empire.

According to such a division of teaching positions, Saint Attila gave up his entry into the imperial capital and went to Tulun Port for a permanent residence, which was completely reasonable.

But for Joe and Gorkin, such a lunatic butcher, let him stay in Tulun Port?

It's really a hell!

Tulum Port is the territory of the Vitu family... They didn't want to say that one day, Saint Attila led a team of knights from the Holy Court to raid the Vitu family's old house and wash the Vitu family up and down.

"I will use all my strength to welcome the arrival of St. Attila."

Joe looked at Salian very seriously: "I will use all my strength to make him feel the warmth of being at home... Let him stay in Fort Heidra as much as possible!"

Or let St. Attila stay alive and serve in St. Cloud Cathedral, Fort Heidra.

Or let the body of St. Attila be buried in the cemetery of St. Cloud's Cathedral.
Chapter completed!