At the Shadow Council, Wang Wu repeatedly asked for the news. Until the head of the branch came forward in person and assured Wang Wu that the news was indeed reliable, Wang Wu sighed helplessly: "Damn it."

The person in charge was actually a little scheming. Before, the Royal Academy and Yangcheng Academy were fighting in the southern swamp, and the incident spread all over the city. The Shadow Council naturally knew a lot of inside information. He also knew that the handsome young man in front of him was the biggest contributor to lead Yangcheng Academy to victory, and his real strength was almost incalculable.

In the opinion of the person in charge, by the standards of a thief, this young man is at least the top five super masters in the world. Perhaps only the leader of the Shadow Council can barely beat him. However, considering his identity as a dream builder, that's another matter. In front of such a person, any trick is meaningless. Only when there is something to say, can he maintain a relatively harmonious relationship with him.

So the person in charge asked very directly: "Master Wang Wu, are you not aware of this?"

Wang Wu snorted: "Of course I don't know. Do you have any clues? I can buy it for money."

The person in charge hurriedly said: "No need. Even with the power of our Shadow Council, we cannot investigate the truth clearly. Therefore, the current news is just heard and not accurate, and we cannot bid."

The so-called bidding is of course fake. Most of the information sold by the Shadow Council comes from hearsay. How can it be possible to not bid? However, this is also a rare opportunity to show goodwill, so the person in charge quickly sent out valuable news for free: "At present, the Holy Empire has launched a full investigation. There are no less than fifteen gold spacecraft flying from the border into the swamp, but what can be confirmed at present is the fact that the student representative team of the Royal Academy was wiped out."

After a pause, the person in charge looked at Wang Wu's face and said, "Then, the one who people suspect the most now is Yangcheng Academy. After all, the conflict between the two academies has been around for a long time, and... the Eye of the Saint was also missing in the southern swamp, which was clearly a robbery and murder."

Wang Wu smiled: "So you think it was our move?"

The person in charge also said straightforwardly: "Because you were the only one who had contacted the Eye of the Saint in Yangcheng Academy before. And... there were records of delaying return, so it is very likely that you found that the Eye of the Saint is of great use to you, so you joined hands with others to secretly ambush the Royal Academy and kill people and seize treasures."

"This reasoning is pretty good, then what?"

"Of course it's not possible to guess and reason alone, so the Holy Empire is preparing to invite the Holy High Priest to use the Great Prophecy to lock in the real murderer."

The high priest's great prophecy is not the same as the dream builders' great prophecy. The latter is just a simulation of the dream builders in the dream space. No matter how realistic it is, it is just a wishful thinking of the dream builders, and the result is not authoritative. However, the high priest communicates with gods, uses divine power to penetrate the time and space, finds the trajectory of cause and effect, and directly sees the truth of the matter. As soon as the result comes out, it is a foregone conclusion. So far, there has never been an exception for the church for thousands of years.

It is not easy to launch the Great Prophecy. At present, only three or five people in the entire continent are qualified to use this move, and the cost is very high. However, this time, not only did the royal family lose two important academies, but the Holy Empire lose a group of future pillars. Even the artifacts of the Church of Light were lost, so the priests were reluctant to give up the price.

"So what do you think will be the result?" Wang Wu asked the person in charge with interest.

And the small middle-aged man smiled helplessly: "If you tell the truth... you Yangcheng will never be able to get rid of the relationship no matter what."

"Haha, it's awesome~"

Wang Wu certainly knew whether Yang Chengren had anything to do with Long Aotian's disappearance.

The conscience of heaven and earth is really okay. At that time, everyone was taking flight props to return to Yangcheng, and everyone's whereabouts were under Wang Wu's nose. Moreover, even with the people at that time, it was impossible for a saint to ambush a saint.

Although Long Aotian is ill, his strength is not vague. Now that he is missing, he is suspected of being killed. Wang Wu is also powerless in this kind of thing.

Alas, when the results come out, I will give the hero a tribute to him~

After getting the news from the Shadow Council, Wang Wu didn't take it much, and he didn't care much about it, so he hanged up.

However, some things are ultimately something that a person cannot get rid of.

———

In the Holy Empire, in the Cathedral of the Church of Light, an old man with white hair and beard slowly walked up to the altar.

The old man was wearing a sacrificial robe in platinum. He held a short ivory staff with white ivory in his hand. He did not have the dazzling holy light like other senior clergymen. However, as he walked slowly, everyone in the church held their breath and did not dare to let out.

The Church of Light does not have a pope or a pope. The supreme authority is a small organization composed of more than ten sacred high priests. These high priests do not distinguish between high and low, and they also vote on important matters.

However, among these more than ten high priests, one of them had a very different identity, because in addition to the holy high priest, he also possessed the title of a holy person.

St. Peter, the number one master of the Light Church, fought with Kim Jong-yang in the Sky Arena twelve years ago, and was defeated with one move. He was the second most powerful man in the world. Twelve years have passed, and no one knows how his cultivation is, but at this moment, only St. Peter has enough prestige and directly locks the real murderer with the result of the great prophecy.

As long as St. Peter speaks, it must be the truth.

"The great and omniscient God of Light, please clear the mi fog of cause and effect for me and penetrate the truth of the incident... Please tell me who was the murderer who killed the saint Long Aotian."

As St. Peter's thick and powerful voice returned in the church, a piece of platinum of platinum on the altar began to flow slowly, like a projection of the water curtain, reflecting a colorful image.

The images change rapidly, and people can only barely tell. There seems to be a dragon clan in it, but more of the content is chaotic.

Is it the dragons' murderer?

But St. Peter was not satisfied with this result and continued to ask: "Who is the mastermind hidden behind the scenes?"

The priests immediately realized that even if Yang Chengren was really taking action, they would not do it themselves even though they knew that the church had great prophecy. It was likely to instigate third-party forces to make guns. Then, it would be meaningless to simply ask the murderer, and the instigator behind the scenes must be found.

But this time, the platinum swayed for a long time, and no image was reflected. Obviously, even the God of Light could not give this answer.

St. Peter frowned and shook his scepter, changing his question: "Where is the whereabouts of the Eye of the Divine Artifact?"

The platinum swayed for a while, but still did not give an answer.

St. Peter frowned even more: "Where is the whereabouts of the key to truth of the administrator??"

This time, the old man's voice was already a little impatient, as if he was urging the gods to answer his doubts seriously.

The church was silent, and all the priests opened their eyes wide and opened their presumptuousness of St. Peter. In the church, this old man had the privilege of proving hard to the God of Light.

This time, the platinum bo pattern finally gave an answer, and there were no gorgeous images, only a line of words, clearly reflected in people's sight.

"Freedom Alliance."

This answer is very rough, but it is enough for everyone present.

"It was indeed the Liberty Alliance's move. For the sake of the Eye of the Saint, they can really do anything!"

"His Highness the Sixth Prince has the qualifications of a saint, but I'm afraid he will be a thorn in their side long ago!"

"I killed a group of elites from the Royal Academy in one fell swoop. They wanted to do it once and for all!"

St. Peter ignored the noise in the lobby. To be honest, although the result is not unexpected, but... if possible, he really doesn't want to see it.

The old man's eyes passed through the thick church walls and placed them towards the infinitely distant horizon.

———

"Bang!"

In the magnificent hall, a crisp whip sounded.

The high-ranking king held a bloody whip and beat a young man to death in front of the nobles and ministers. Such a violent and bloody scene made all the audience present feel palpitations.

Because the young man who was dying on the ground was actually the emperor's biological son... The thirteenth prince, just after the news of the sixth prince's death came, he ended up in this situation. In the eyes of the emperor, the sixth prince's status was much higher than any other prince.

Although the sixth prince was not the first heir to the throne of the empire, his importance was higher than all his brothers. Because he was a saint, the most qualified and most promising among the princes. At the same time, he had no fame and fortune and was dedicated to supporting his elder brother. The current eldest son inherited the throne, and with his support, dozens of princes were prevented from causing the imperial movement to fight for the throne.

In the eyes of the emperor, the sixth prince is truly of infinite significance to the empire than other princes who are accustomed to fighting for fame and fortune.

Although the saint is destined to have a good end, before the saint truly falls, there are countless opportunities to create miracles. At present, all these miracles are gone with the death of the Sixth Prince.

The emperor's anger can be imagined.

At this moment, news about the cathedral also reached the emperor's ears.

"Freedom League? It's really... very good, really very good."

When he heard the result of the great prophecy, the emperor put down the blood-stained whip in his hand and smiled relievedly: "As expected!"

Then, the emperor kicked the dying Thirteenth Prince, then glanced at the audience with cold eyes and said coldly.
Chapter completed!