In Antony harbor, Reverend Richard widened his eyes and looked at the crystal column standing in the center of the magic circle, which gradually recovered from red to transparent, leaving only a trace of black precipitation like ink on the bottom of the crystal column.

"Look again at the direction where we found traces of chaos erosion." Reverend Richard felt his broad chin, took out a cigar from his pocket, and lit it on the long-term light beside him.

After taking a breath of nearly one-third, Reverend Richard slowly breathed out a breath: "I guess it has something to do with you, boy. Since you came, this small city in the corner of the city is much more lively."

"God of war, is it possible that the silver haired witch's prophecy can be realized?" Reverend Richard sat in his chair, looked at the expressionless statue of Campos, and said to himself, "I have never seen anyone who has made such rapid progress. Maybe I should take a gamble?"

"My Lord, the Erosive Force of chaos has been reduced to a negligible level. In addition to the power of chaos, we have detected an energy response that we have never seen before." Fifteen minutes later, the former priest bowed his head and reported to Reverend Richard: "we suspect that the Elves were involved in this erosion event."

The poor priest did not dare to raise his head. In front of him, he was lighting the bright sunshine with the ever burning lamp of the gods. Without a green leaf, he crossed an endless distance, shining light and temperature on the black spot.

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