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Owen Meany looked at Werther on the ground with a complicated expression. "This kid really created a miracle!" However, this may not be a good thing. Perhaps the one on the Sacred Mountain will take action against him immediately? " Only then did Sophia and Vivian rush over. From the moment Soros appeared, Sophia was going to go down and help, but she was stopped by Vivian and knew that she wouldn't be able to help. With Owen, nothing bad would happen. Thus, the two ladies went to assist the city guards in evacuating the civilians. In the end, they never expected that the one who repelled and severely injured Soros was not Owen Meany, but the one who didn't even become a Sword Saint, Werther! And he was seriously injured!

Vivian threw herself at Werther and started crying. There was no trace of the noble lady's modesty left at all, and Sophia's tears were also contained in the circles in her eyes. Owen said, "Don't be afraid. Werther only consumed too much energy, so his soul automatically entered a hibernating state. There was a strong life force nourishing him, he would wake up after a short rest. Hurry and send him home, he needs rest now. " Owen didn't choose to use light magic to treat Werther's wounds. Having too much external strength wouldn't be good, so it would be better to let him repair himself instead.

The two women hurriedly carried Werther and rushed back to the Count's mansion. Owen gently patted the Book of Order in his hand and whispered to himself, "I didn't expect that Soros would come. His interference has disrupted our plans. I need to think about how to deal with the inquiry from the Holy Mountain. And that Calvin, he's so troublesome! "

Within the Imperial Family's room, the scene was completely silent! Never would they have thought that it was Werther who had heavily injured and defeated the overweeningly powerful dark SemiGod Soros. Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief. Kathleen's gaze was the most complicated. "Werther, Werther, the gap between you and me is getting bigger and bigger." Maybe he's the only one who can keep up with you? " Her heart ached at the sudden image of Nicholas's upright posture, and she could not bear to think about it any longer.

Klein VII seemed to be immersed in extreme amazement, and only after a long time did he react, and ordered, "Immediately send more people to take care of the aftermath. He then ordered the Mage Association to mobilize the mages to help the military clean up the arena and repair it as soon as possible. Also, for civilians who have died from injuries, they must be properly compensated. Schroeder, I'll leave this matter to you. "Oh yeah, call James over, I want to see him!" Everyone obeyed.

No, James walked in with bloodshot eyes. Just like Sophia and Vivian, he too thought that Owen would be able to lead the city's defense army away without any major problems. Who knew that his own son would be heavily injured! Just as he was about to rush back, he received an order from the Emperor. After Klein VII left the room, the two discussed in private for a long time. As for the content, perhaps only the gods in the sky knew.

At this point, the competition of the Demon Martial Competition had ended, although the final match was somewhat unexpected. However, this year's competition definitely surpassed any previous competition because there were too many surprising things in the competition! But undoubtedly, the most dazzling star, all the glory and admiration, belonged to only one person, and that was Vittorian!

Werther created too many miracles. First, he defeated the mysterious underworld clan, the Lightning Element Mage Dunstan, who had the glory of being a god, and then he defeated the direct grandson of the current Pope of the Holy See, Garner. What kind of strength was this! However, Werther was destined to continue creating miracles. While everyone was still immersed in the match against Ghana, another shocking piece of news spread. In the final round, there was actually a Dark SemiGod, and the mysterious swordsman Marlene had also been proven to be a blasphemer of the Dark Council.

The result of the match once again frightened the jaws of countless people. Werther, at the cost of his own unconsciousness, seriously injured the second elder of the Dark Council, Soros of the Dark SemiGod! Crazy! This world had gone completely crazy! Could it be that the popularity of Golden Warriors surpassing levels to challenge Sword Sage and Demigod had started? Countless people were excited. How many years had it been? How many years had such a genius not appeared? Especially his methods. He crippled the grandson of the Pope, and seriously injured an elder of the Dark Council. This is simply unimaginable! A single person's strength daring to offend the two most powerful forces on the continent at the same time? If Werther were to knock over the Undead Island again, it would be even more wonderful. Most likely, if someone knew that Werther had killed a Necromancer from the Undead Island, they would have immediately crashed into a wall to seek death, right?

Another highlight of this year's Great Magic Tournament was the awkward distribution of prizes. In theory, he should have been in second place. But Marlene (actually called Eva) was a powerful member of the Dark Council, and the honor of being first would never have fallen on her head. This created a dramatic scene in which no one met the requirements to be first place! Embarrassment! Things had gotten out of hand! In the end, it was still His Majesty who had made a fair judgement. Since Werther had severely injured Soros' achievement and strength, he decided to replace Eva and obtain the title of first in the tournament. That huge dragon egg had naturally fallen into the hands of the Roland family, and the prize for second place, the sword of darkness, had been taken away by Soros by surprise. Under the intentional manipulation of others, he actually let it go just like that.

"What!?" "It's actually going to be like this!" In the House of Zuo, the Minister of the Left showed an expression of disbelief when he heard the result of the fight. Calvin, who was wearing a black cloak, said in an ice-cold voice, "Several tens of thousands of people saw this with their own eyes, there's no way that it's fake. Werther had indeed used his own strength to heavily wound Soros! " This was impossible! How could that brat have such strong strength! It's one thing to defeat the projection of the gods, but how can a SemiGod expert be defeated by him! " The Minister of the Left still did not believe him.

"He must have used some kind of secret technique, sacrificing himself to obtain strong power in a short period of time. "Since you're still unconscious, it shouldn't be a problem." Calvin seemed very calm. The Minister of the Left said, "Then what do you plan to do? Do you still want to catch him and force him? " Calvin sneered, "Do you think I can do something after this big thing has happened? The Pope must have noticed him by now, so he should just wait quietly for the Holy Mountain's order. Right, you really want your grandson to learn dark battle spirit from me, aren't you afraid that he will … "

The Minister of the Left laughed bitterly, "There is only one way out for that little bastard Philip. Fortunately, his body is suitable for dark power training. For his future, this is all he can do." Otherwise, as a playboy, he will die without even knowing how! " Calvin let out a laugh that was as terrifying as a night owl, "Good! Very good! Rest assured, I will definitely teach him the deepest dark Dou Qi. "In the future, I will lead him to the Ecclesiastical Tribunal. Haha!" The Minister's face twitched, but he did not say anything.

Holy Radiance Mountain was located about 1000 kilometers away from the southwest border of the Kaiser Empire. As the name implied, it was indeed a mountain. Legend has it that this Holy Mountain was abandoned by the God Realm from the human world by the God's Realm. The Holy Mountain spanned for thousands of miles, and was very large. This was the core of the religion of the entire Grace Mainland, and also the most sacred place in the hearts of the believers of the Divine Radiant Cult. The Radiant Church was located at the very top of the Sacred Mountain.

The entire holy mountain was white, just like jade and the virtues of the gods. It was pure without a single blemish. This also provided the basis for the legend. If it wasn't for the gods' miracles, who would be able to create such a magnificent work of art? At the foot of the Sacred Mountain was a city of no small size. Just like the name of the continent, it was called the City of Grace. It was home to a large number of clerics and the most pious believers from all over the world. Like the Holy Mountain, this city was the final destination and destination that the believers yearned for throughout their lives. Everyone wished to die in this city of blessings of the gods, because this place was closest to the gods, and the soul that wanted to go to heaven was also the fastest.

This thought had also created a situation in which the city was extremely rich. Even if it was just a small house, it would have cost at least ten million gold coins to buy it. As a result, the majority of the people living here were the continent's wealthiest clans, nobles or merchants. It was difficult to see the shadows of the commoners. They would live in other small cities far away from Grace City.

At the top of the Holy Mountain sat the august cathedral of the Holy Church. This place was the core of the Grace Mainland's glory and power, and the many palaces were formed into a single entity. Looking at it, it really did seem like they had come to the kingdom of gods. In the most magnificent palace in the center, Bishop Conte was walking forward, trembling. The walls of the palace were made of exquisite jade, and there were murals of praise for the gods and their saints, painstakingly painted by the greatest artists of their lives. Some depicted the lives of the gods, some depicted the battles between gods and evil gods and demons, and some depicted gods preaching their teachings to their saints. Walking along this long corridor was like bathing in the ocean of history, tracing back to the glorious past and feeling the glory and generosity of the gods.

However, Conte was not in the mood to appreciate these things. All he felt in his heart was endless fear and worry. After walking for half an hour, they finally arrived in front of a huge palace gate. Along with the ear-piercing sound of the door opening, Conte carefully tidied up his Great Scarlet Sect robes, and with a humble and pious smile on his face, he bowed his head and entered the hall.