Tick tock~ Tick tock~

Viscous blood dripped from the gaps onto the platform.

Countless pitch-black bones constructed a black high platform, with skulls of various sizes quietly hanging upside down at the top, as if observing everything at this moment.

Snow-white leather was pasted on the surrounding walls, and the texture of this leather was quite peculiar, delicate yet giving an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Three gigantic thrones were laid flat on the platform.

Rustle!!!

In front of the thrones, ghostly flames ignited one by one, illuminating the three figures on the thrones.

Their bodies were shrouded in massive robes.

The figure on the far left wore a gray robe, exuding an incomparably peaceful and gentle aura, making anyone who saw him instinctively lower their guard.

Wanting to pour out all the hardships they had encountered to him.

A compassionate eye was engraved on his robe, its gaze moist, as if about to shed tears.

"Recently, the Ancestor Star has become quite lively."

"That madman researching the Ancient Skill is searching for our traces, the people from the Coiling Dragon Dojo have also issued warnings, even destroying a very important church of ours on the Emperor Star."

"Even the warlord from the Federation is mobilizing military forces to find our headquarters."

His voice carried a magical power, making the whole world seem to become quiet and peaceful as it fell.

On the throne to the far right, a figure stood up, his robe appeared to be woven from fresh blood, both seductive and dangerous, as if faces were passing through the flowing blood.

"There's a problem on the Ancestor Star, the Sufferer and Number One tried to use the flesh of two prodigies from the Ancestor Star to revive the Apostle, but failed."

"For the sake of the Three Gods, these are all necessary deeds."

The person's voice was extremely hoarse, like a wanderer who had traversed the desert for countless years, his throat tearing with each word spoken.

"Indeed, for the Three Gods, these are necessary deeds." The Gray Robe did not question these words at all.

The Red Robe continued to speak.

"No worries, they can't find us, before the Pope retreated for closed-door cultivation, he linked the headquarters with the Subspace, even we don't know where the headquarters is drifting now."

The Gray Robe nodded slightly, saying: "The Pope would never make a mistake, but there's one thing I don't understand, why did he allow the Sufferer to take the Divine Statue to the Ancestor Star?"

"If the Pope believes the prophecy, then it should be the three of us on the Ancestor Star now, not a mere Sufferer..."

"If he doesn't believe the prophecy, then why did he entrust something as important as the Divine Statue to the Sufferer?"

The Gray Robe's voice remained gentle and calm.

Yet at this moment, as his words fell, the white human skins around trembled uncontrollably.

"Are you questioning the Pope?" The Red Robe looked up at the Gray Robe, a scrutinizing tone in his voice.

The Gray Robe was unmoved, replying: "It's not a question, but as Archbishops of our God, we have the authority to weigh everything, not just be the underlings of any one person!"

"What do you mean??"

The Red Robe's eyes squinted slightly.

Rustle!!

The blood-red robe began to ripple, as if coming to life, emanating eerie and terrifying ghostly light, enough to make one shiver, with countless terrifying punishments and tortures undulating within the crimson.

"No particular meaning, just a reminder to some that we, the Archbishops of our God, are not subordinates of the Pope!"

"If the Pope hadn't allowed the Sufferer to take the Divine Statue to the Ancestor Star, how could the trace of the Three Gods have been destroyed!!"

For the first time, the Gray Robe showed a noticeable fluctuation.

His eyes, neither cold nor warm, glanced over the Red Robe.

Buzz buzz buzz!!

The originally trembling white leather became even more frenzied, leading to a terrifying scene, as countless bloody and blurry ghostly figures sprouted from the white leather, their eyes emitting a chillingly fierce light.

Upon hearing this, the Red Robe's movement instantly froze: "The Divine Statue has been destroyed...."

"How could this be!! That is a statue once graced by the Three Gods, bearing divine traces, it is an indestructible sanctum!!"

The Red Robe's voice was agitated and violent, as if the space behind him was dyed crimson.

"Nothing is impossible, the Sufferer sent word that the Shadow Race of the Seven Great Alliances destroyed the Divine Statue, and even plans to assassinate our Spirit Host."

The Gray Robe spoke calmly.

"The Seven Great Alliances!! The Seven Great Alliances!! How dare they, how dare they!!"

The Red Robe muttered quietly, his voice carrying a hint of madness.

The Gray Robe was unsurprised by his demeanor, knowing the other was the Church Court's most loyal mad dog, a fanatic who climbed to his position step by step over a path of blood.

For any existence that offends the Three Gods, he could not tolerate.

However, this mad dog's true master was not faith, not the Three Gods, but... the Pope.

This fact was intolerable to the Gray Robe who saw faith as life.

"It's because your Pope allowed the Sufferer to take the Divine Statue, that all of this happened."

The Gray Robe stated flatly.

"Nonsense!! It's clear that the Sufferer failed in his duties, yet you attempt to shift another's mistake onto the Pope, it seems you've had enough of sitting in this position..."

The moment the Red Robe's voice fell, countless crimson blood exploded, piercing towards the Gray Robe from all directions.

The Gray Robe watched all of this coldly, letting out a low chuckle.

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