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During the day, Werther practiced the Heavenly Demon Palm, Taichi Fist, and Taoism as one, and at night, he used some medicine to soak himself in a bath, strengthening his physique and strengthening his body. Three months had passed, and all the tendons and bones throughout his body had been greatly strengthened, but now, he had truly torn apart tigers and leopards with his bare hands, and was as agile as an ape.

Even James was amazed. He could tell that within three short months, his son's physical body had grown stronger. Right now, his physical body was comparable to that of a Silver Warrior. The stronger the body, the more Dou Qi it could contain. Naturally, the strength of the Dou Qi would increase as well.

After practicing a set of Sky Demon Palm, he had also practiced a set of Taiji Fist and adjusted his Qi. The last time he was ambushed, he had used the Sky Demon Palm to kill the enemy, no matter the cost, and the price was that all the meridians in his body had almost shattered. If not for the timely treatment, he would have to wait for his next life to continue cultivating this Dao. This Heavenly Demon Palm was powerful, but its physical requirements were too high. It was really a double-edged sword. Werther couldn't bear not to practice it. It was then he remembered to use Taiji Fist to dispel the evil Qi. This Heavenly Demon Palm was the most powerful body art that was inherited from the demonic sects. After practicing it for three months, the Heavenly Demon zhen Qi in his dantian had grown even stronger, almost comparable to the Taoist Taiji Zhen Qi.

After all, although the progress of the demonic path's cultivation technique was very fast, there were still many obstacles, and it required the cultivator to be able to create more evil beings in order to advance at a faster pace, which also increased the number of demonic path's killing ability by leaps and bounds. Many demonic path experts had an unparalleled cultivation base, but in the end, they were all punished by the great Dao, and were all destroyed in body and spirit.

However, this idea was not very realistic. The Demonic Qi was easy to learn, but hard to discard. As long as there was a sliver left, one could continue to grow stronger by devouring other types of energy. After careful deliberation, Werther decided to separate the two types of Zhen Qi and cultivate them separately. This way, at least, he could temporarily alleviate the current crisis, and when his cultivation reached a certain level, he would naturally find a way to completely eliminate any future troubles.

Werther had been cooped up in his house for three months, living in seclusion. He was a little choked up when Hobbs walked over and said, "Young Master, the Count wants you to go out and have a look at the scenery. Today, a distinguished guest has come from afar to visit His Majesty Klein." Werther was immediately interested and said with a smile, "Alright, I'll go see the world!" He ran out of the house. Hobbes shook his head and smiled. No matter how talented he was, in the end, he was nothing more than a ten-year old youth.

As Werther ran out from the southern part of the city where the nobles were gathering, more and more people came, mostly with the commoners as the main force. The nobles always disliked places where the commoners were gathered, and they had to maintain the reserved nature of the nobles, or draw a clear line between themselves and those lowly commoners. Werther did not care about that. His soul had come from his previous life, and the concept of equality between all beings had been branded into his bones. He did not have the consciousness of a noble, and instead squeezed into the crowd with great interest, following the stream of people to the north gate of the imperial city.

Listening to the chatter of the people around him, he finally understood why his father said that a VIP had come. It turned out that this time, the Holy Church had sent an emissary, Nicholas, nicknamed the Golden Lion, who was the commander of the Holy Angel Legion, one of the five great legions of the Holy Church. He was only twenty-seven years old this year, but he was already a powerful expert at the peak of the Golden Swordsman.

This Golden Lion King had a handsome face, and was known throughout the Grace Mainland for his killing intent towards women. The Holy Church was undoubtedly the incarnation of wisdom and justice in the Grace Mainland. The priests of the Divine Radiant Cult often traveled the world to relieve the suffering of the people, so they were widely loved and respected. They would naturally welcome the arrival of such a great figure.

Werther stood high and stood on tiptoe to look. Half an hour later, they arrived at the gates of Dawn City. There weren't many people, just seven people. Six of them wore white robes, three held magic staffs, and three carried a broadsword on their backs. The last man was riding a white horse. He was sitting on it with a calm face and was wearing only a layer of light steel armor. "As expected of a very handsome man, and with the charisma of a mature man, he must be that famous Golden Lion.

Nicholas's team consisted of three light mages, three warriors, and himself. However, when Werther carefully sized up this team, his heart shivered. His eyes were sinister, and his mind was filled with all the information regarding the various professions on this continent. Hence, he could see the depth of this team with a single glance. The three light mages were at the level of Great Magic Scholars. It had to be known that a mage's training was a hundred times more difficult than a warrior's training. This was because very few people were born with the ability to sense and communicate with magic.

Three Mages of the rank of Grand Magic Scholar had appeared among Nicholas's followers. Moreover, there was a young man who was like water in a lake. One could imagine the strength and background of the Church. As for the three warriors, although the combat power system they practiced was hard to see, they were all at the same level as Silver Warriors. It was truly astonishing. Nicholas himself, with Werther's current strength and vision, could just barely tell that he was standing at the peak of a Golden Warrior, a genius that could break through at any time.

The moment the group of seven entered the city, it immediately caused a great stir and commotion. Many commoners squeezed forward, hoping to come into close contact with their idol and the experts of the continent. There were also many young girls who let out high-pitched shrieks, crying as they rushed up to touch Nicholas. The officers of the City Defense Army and the Public Security Bureau, who had been waiting for this entire time, immediately took action. Many of them held weapons as they drove away the crowd.

It had already been three months since Lord James had taken over the City Defense Force. The moment he took up his post, he immediately went through a drastic transformation, clearing out some of the scum and corrupt officials in the City Defense Army and sending them straight to the courts. Furthermore, he also picked up a large number of rookies from the commoners.

Of course, James' actions would affect the interests of the ministers. However, taking into account the king's performance in the hall, it was obvious that Count James and Lord Roland had been placed as the trusted aides of the emperor. Who would dare to provoke them? Not only did they swallow their anger, but they also obediently withdrew their hands. Some of the ministers even took the initiative to remove all of their spies or relatives who were in the city's defense army. What a joke, now that the wise Emperor wanted to clean up the security environment and suppress the two princes, who would dare to appear at this time and stand out, wasn't this courting death?

He ignored Lord Minister Zuo's advice and insisted on showing some respect to the newly appointed magistrate, causing many problems for him in many places. From this, it could be seen that this Lord Count was not only a genius in military matters, he also had quite a good grasp of the political situation, and his methods were quite shrewd. The Second Prince had been extremely dissatisfied the past few times he had gone to the palace to complain to the Emperor, but in the end, because of Seven times' impatience, he had directly scolded, "Don't think that I don't know about your good deeds. This time, the Second Prince lost his temper and obediently withdrew his hand. He could only silently observe the situation with a slightly envious gaze.

The quality of the military had improved a lot. The arrogant and domineering aura of the past was no longer present in the army, and the civilians were treated with preferential treatment. Although the scene was chaotic, no one used a weapon to attack the civilians.

Werther watched Nicholas closely, but Nicholas seemed to sense something and actually followed his gaze. Werther felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect Dudian to be so sensitive. He bent down. Nicholas only saw a shadow and a smile on his face. He slowly raised his hand to greet the civilians. The six servants by his side all wore a stern face, neither smiling nor speaking. Only a few of them would break through the defensive line and come close to him, only then would they gently drive him away. Three young civilians, with fanatical faces, ignored the layers of siege by the city guards and squeezed into the siege of the city guards, approaching Nicholas's team.

One of the young commoners shouted, "Sir Nicholas, may the God of Light, the Lord of Eternity, bestow upon you glory and immortality!" Someone recited the name of the Gods of Light. As a member of the Holy See, he had to return the gesture immediately, and Nicholas was no exception. With a smile on his face and a slight bow, he said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Thank you, and may the Gods protect you, child of God." Just as he was about to bow, something strange happened! The young man suddenly accelerated, snatching up the middle of the group in a split-second. Light flashed in his hand, and a slender sword appeared out of thin air. The black qi on the blade bloomed like flowers, piercing towards Nicholas' throat like a poisonous snake! As he spoke, he shouted, "Praise the Dark Gods! "Nicholas, I want to avenge the member of the church who died in your hands. Your death is imminent!"