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eadx ();? Oh right, why are you looking for me? " Right at this moment, Wharton finally turned to the main topic at hand.

"Father!" Tommy said hurriedly, "I. I met Ron! "The one wanted by the Church, Ron..."

"Ron?" Wharton remained expressionless, but he asked, "So what?"

In fact, he already had the news.

"He defeated Omega!"

"What?" At this moment, the look on Wharton's face finally changed. "How is it possible that Ron defeated Omicade?"

After hearing what Tommy had to say, Wharton immediately felt that the situation had turned serious. Defeating Omicade meant that Ron was now a master level expert.

"Father, Diallo didn't kill Ron at all. He panicked …" Tommy said indignantly.

Wharton's face sank. "There's no need for Diallo to panic!"

Wharton rather admired Diallo for risking his life to complete this mission. After all, he was his right-hand man, and perhaps he didn't have time to check that Ron was truly dead.

Seeing that his father's face was somewhat unsightly, Tommy was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore.

He paused for a moment, then said, "If there's nothing else, then let's do it this way. I still need to go see the Lord Pope …"

That was the end of the short conversation, leaving Tommy at a loss.

… ….

Holy Empire, Mount Hyjal.

The peak and the foot of Mount Hyjal, which had been covered in snow all year round, were two different worlds. On the other hand, the peak wasn't a place an ordinary person could go to.

The Temple of the Gods was located at the highest point of Mount Hyjal. Legend has it that the Palace of the Gods was able to communicate with the gods, and the Pope was the spokesperson of the gods on earth.

The Pope was already over one hundred and fifty years old, and at this age, he could be considered one of the older human Saint realm experts. Although Saint realm experts could extend their lifespan, that did not mean they were immortal. Perhaps he could use a special method to restore his youthful appearance, but it was only his appearance. There was no need for him to have such an appearance.

He wore a long, bright red robe, with noble snow-fox fur at the sides. On his head was a scarlet, golden crown. Ernst was the Pope of the Holy Church. He was the only existence that was said to be able to communicate with the world of Gods.

Right now, Ernst wasn't in a good mood. There was a thick document on his desk.

"Hualalala ~ ~ ~"

A gust of wind blew the paper apart, revealing the dense handwriting within.

Name: Ron

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Job: Necromancer

… ….

Turning around slightly, he saw the delicate handwriting on the paper. The wrinkles on Ernst's face deepened.

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~"

Right at this moment, the sound of empty footsteps could be heard from outside the Palace of Divinities. Ernst raised his head to glance outside, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Your Holiness!"

The person who had come was Wharton. He walked up to the Holy Emperor, bowed deeply, and dressed in light armor, he was exceptionally energetic today. His golden hair was combed back in a very orderly fashion, and his face and brows drooped, clearly showing his respect to the Holy Emperor.

"Wharton, you came!"

A hint of a smile appeared on the face of Pope Ernst.

"Yes, Your Holiness, may I ask what orders you have for me?" Wharton said as he slowly rose to his feet.

"Read through the papers on the table!" Pope Ernst did not directly state his purpose, but let him see for himself.

Wharton's gaze slowly shifted downwards, moving to the table. The paper on the table had already been flipped open by the wind.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and Wharton took a deep breath. "I already know!"

"Oh?" Ernst was a bit surprised. "Tell me what you think!"

"No idea!" Wharton said without blinking.

"Ha ha!" Ernst smiled, his face suddenly turning serious. "Then why didn't you do it before?"

He had sent his most powerful subordinate, Diallo, to assassinate Ron. Unfortunately, Diallo had sent back false news, and Wharton had been too careless to send anyone to investigate.

But after all, he was in charge of this matter, and he could not shirk his responsibility.

The words of the Holy Emperor, Ernst, rendered Wharton speechless. He could only remain silent.

"I'm not trying to target anyone, and I don't intend to investigate your crimes …" Only now did Ernst calm down, saying quietly, "Wharton, I am reminding you that this Necromancer named Ron is rapidly improving. Right now, his power has already reached the level of a magus. According to the ancient texts, he is now a necromancer …"

"If we go any further, it will be the Grand Magister Undead, the Grand Magister Undead. At that time, what should we do?" "Wharton, I have to let you know that Necromancers are an extremely terrifying profession. They may start to become weak, but as their strength progresses, their combat prowess will continue to grow more and more powerful. When the time comes, I'm afraid that we won't be his match …"

"By then, you and I will be the sinners of the Church …"

Wharton, hearing this, began to sweat profusely. "Lord Pope, this …"

Wharton composed himself. "Why? Why would the Church place so much importance on Ron? He's nothing more than a necromancer!"

"This is our mission!" Ernst raised his voice.

"Annihilating a heretic like Necromancy is indeed the Holy Church's glorious mission, but why would the Holy Church have such a mission? Or rather, where did this mission come from?" Wharton asked.

"I know a bit about that!" Ernst calmed down.

He sighed, "Speaking of which, the entanglement between the Holy Church and Necromancy dates back to a hundred thousand years ago."

"A hundred thousand years ago? The Omorus Continent? " Wharton was surprised.

"Yes!" "A hundred thousand years ago, the countless Necromancers, Death Knights, Necromancers, Shadow Assassins, and other professions were all living on the continent." Ernst nodded, "A hundred thousand years ago, the Undead Mages, Death Knights, Necromancers, Shadow Assassins, and other professions were all living on the continent.

"I know that!" Wharton nodded and said, "I've seen some things related to this place, but hasn't the Church of Natural Disaster already disappeared?"

"Ha ha!" "Then do you know how the Church of Calamity disappeared?"

"According to historical records, the Holy Church launched a holy war and destroyed the Church of Calamity in one fell swoop!" Wharton said.

"Wrong!" The Pope Ernst shook his head. "Our Holy Church was just established a hundred thousand years ago. Our strength isn't comparable to the Church of Natural Disaster. The Church of Natural Disaster back then was suffocatingly powerful."

"Then what?" Wharton, hearing this, was surprised. Could it be that everything he knew was wrong?

"The Sacred War was initiated by the Holy Church, but to destroy the Church of Calamity, it wasn't just us, our powers simply couldn't reach this point. We joined forces with the Beastmen, Elves, and Magical Beasts to carry out the holy war, and it could be said that we gathered almost all the powers in the entire continent at that time to make the once flourishing Church of Calamity disappear, and this process lasted for a hundred years. That's why the Holy War was also called the Sacred War for a hundred years …"

"Humans, beastmen, elves, and magical beasts have formed a powerful alliance, marching towards the core of the Church of Calamity, the Dark City. Along the way, countless kingdoms have been destroyed, and these kingdoms were under the control of the Church of Calamity. At the same time, the allied forces also suffered great losses, as countless elites perished.

"In the end, the elite forces of the Church of Calamity were exhausted, and the allied army also obtained the final victory!"

Wharton, hearing this, began to breathe heavily. He had never heard of what Ernst was saying before.

Wharton calmed himself down, letting his nervousness calm down. With a hoarse voice, he said, "If that's the case, then our Holy Church has set a mission to destroy the Necromancers, thus preventing them from rising to prominence again!"

Ernst shook his head. "Wharton, you are wrong again!"

"The rise and fall of every power is a special process. No one can remain strong forever, and we have no intention of stopping them from rising again!"

"Huh?" Wharton was astonished.

Ernst sighed. "At that time, our Holy See's first pope, Antonio, made an unexpected decision when he destroyed the Church of Calamity —" Ernst paused.

"Emperor Antonio has decided to pursue and kill all the Necromancers in the entire continent. With this order, countless heads of Necromancers fell to the ground, and the strongest Necromancer was slaughtered …."

"So what? The heretic must be executed! " Wharton said solemnly.

Ernst smiled and said, "Then do you know how many Necromancy professions the continent of Omorus had back then? "Let me tell you, after the order to purge, the human population has been reduced by 3/5th of the total population."

"What?" Wharton was completely stunned. Three fifths of the population was such an enormous figure. Wharton couldn't imagine what it would look like if three fifths of the population of the Noah continent was reduced.

"More importantly, His Majesty Antonio also ordered the destruction of all books related to the Church of Calamity and the Necromancy. More importantly, His Majesty also ordered the destruction of all books related to the Church of Calamity and the Necromancy, not to mention the cultivation notes, even a novel that mentioned the Church of Calamity or the Necromancy was ruthlessly destroyed.

"Wharton, do you understand now?"

At this moment, Ernst suddenly turned around, staring at Wharton with a gaze as sharp as a sword. "Our hatred for the Church of Natural Disaster is not a process of change. It is a hatred that cannot be shared by the heavens. This hatred has lasted for a full hundred thousand years …"

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