"What is your classification of monsters like?"

Vier replied, "Level 1 to 7 monsters, King Level Monsters, Strong King, and Ancient Gods."

Rod frowned. This classification was similar to Trolian's, but he had never heard of the last level.

He translated their words over, and the people of Trolian all showed shocked expressions.

"True King? Has their Pope already taken that step?"

Horus's face showed a look of ecstatic joy.

"Then they must have mastered the method to become a True King! The King finally has a chance to take that step!"

Qingyu was also extremely happy: "In this case, the Saint Reel Royal City should be safe."

"They might have been forced to shrink their defenses to preserve more living forces."

"We must help them as much as possible."

But the scholars were more concerned about other matters.

"Level 1 to 7? Corresponding to our Grey Level to Strong Level? No, there are two levels missing in between."

"Perhaps the two levels are the boundary between Strong Level and Super Rank, as the gap is quite large at this level."

"And Strong King Level Monsters? So, Ancient Gods aren't considered King Level?"

"It seems our classification isn't very precise, a bit too general."

Professor Barrett pondered:

"After going back, I need to research these issues again and create a more accurate standard."

Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "Little Rod, you can ask them about the internal structure of the White Sect, so we can clarify the combat power level of the Church Knights and the Protecting White King."

Rod nodded and relayed the question to the two.

Vier replied, "In the White Sect, the Pope is the supreme and strongest, the Guardian of the Holy Fire, highest Priest, and Chief Great Shepherd."

"The Saint Heir and Saintess are the future Pope."

"Leaders who manage certain affairs and have prophetic abilities are the Great Shepherds, they are the highest next to the Pope."

"Below the Great Shepherds are the Protecting White Kings, who are the leaders protecting a certain area."

"Except for some special cases of Saint Heir or Saintess, they all are above Monarch Level, towering pillars of Saint Reel, our strongest force except the Pope."

"Below them are the Knight Captains, High Rank Church Knights, White Priests, the backbone of Saint Reel. They mostly are Law Commanders, but there are also a few, like me, who hasn't become Commanders yet."

"Below that are the Church Knights and Sacrificial Priests, who are Transcendents, our main force."

Rod took a deep breath, seeing that Saint Reel far surpassed Trolian, no wonder Vier and Lance didn't consider them very strong initially.

After all, there wasn't even a single Monarch Level in their team.

This time, they were supporting the bigger force.

So they needed to help Saint Reel as much as possible.

Rod quickly entered deep thought, focusing all his energy, and the answer to the problem soon surfaced.

How to track the trace of the Saintess.

[The Book of the Past]

Rod hadn't used this book for a long time, almost forgetting it.

After all, most of the time, he faced centuries-old histories, [The Book of the Past] couldn't see that far. Once he basically eradicated the Doomsday believers' forces from the Royal City's top layers, it was shelved in the library, no longer flipped open by Rod.

Now, it was time to bring it out.

A thought from Rod, and [The Book of the Past] flew off the bookshelf, quickly flipping its pages.

The pages gradually depicted the scene where Rod was, and as he infused his Spiritual Energy, the image's time began to flow backward rapidly.

One day, two days, three days... there was hardly any change; thick black fog covered the land, nothing could be seen.

Until the date became fifteen days ago, Rod saw a strong light disperse the black fog.

The light was so dazzling, he couldn't make out the details within. Rod knew it was because the Saintess's Spiritual Energy was too powerful, surpassing the investigative limit of the Book of the Past, hence seeing nothing.

Rod could only jump the time forward and then watch in normal order.

Soon, the strong light passed, the image gained texture, black fog shrouded but was dispelled by faint light.

Under the light were refugees like a torrent.

They looked terrified, faces sallow, clothes tattered, bodies dirty, disheveled, stumbling as they followed the lantern bearer.

The lantern bearer wore striking blue formal attire, holding a brass lantern, constantly looking around, shouting aloud.

Some knights in armor shuttled among the crowd, sometimes slaying monsters born in shadows, sometimes killing the living but polluted humans.

People fell like grass, but no one paid attention, the torrent quickly passed over them and buried them in dust.

This extremely cruel scene shocked Rod greatly. Although he had heard of more terrifying tragedies, he had never witnessed them firsthand.

Since he became the Fire Holder, he had welcomed one victory after another, rarely experiencing miserable defeats.

After a short moment, the team suddenly stirred, strong lights wove through the image, tearing the observable information to shreds.

Only when the strong lights moved far from the area could Rod see countless refugees gathering there, disturbances stemming from afar, seemingly under attack, with the Saintess fighting hard alongside the Church Knights.

The number of refugees quickly accumulated, and through the Book of the Past's perspective, Rod saw within a radius of 10,000 yards, it was all humans.

Millions squeezed together, only occupying such a small area, human vulnerability displayed at its fullest at this moment.

Rod caught in the corner of his eye, in the distant seemed to appear a black giant, the combat fluctuations were too intense, he couldn't see clearly.

Roughly after half an hour, Rod clearly saw a white figure fly to the center of the image.

Her features were blurry, but it was undoubtedly Saintess Evela.

For unknown reasons, she gathered her Spiritual Energy, standing mid-air, seemingly speaking.

Unfortunately, the image couldn't record sound, Rod heard nothing.

After half a quarter-hour, the Saintess stopped talking, and suddenly a gale arose around her, rapidly expanding, enveloping the people within.

Rod clearly saw their figures quickly vanished, seemingly even sounds and breaths faded away, the wind shrouded them, seemingly an invisibility ability!

Smart!

Rod realized in an instant.

The power to fly away with millions is unimaginable, but the ability to conceal them isn't difficult.

Indeed, they left not even a footprint.

The image once again was veiled by strong light, the Saintess raised her Spiritual Energy again, he couldn't see anything.

But Rod already knew where she was.

"Follow me!"

Rod shouted, swiftly sprinting toward the southwest.

At first, everyone was startled, but quickly reacted and followed him.

Horus asked, "Rod, did you find a clue?"

"Yes!"

Everyone was surprised, Liszt most concernedly asked, "How did you find it?"

"With my astonishing insight and profound wisdom."

Liszt joyfully said, "Indeed worthy of you, Sir Rod!"

A high-rank investigator exclaimed, "Commander, you've never been like this, he hasn't said anything, even if he's the strongest new star, don't worship him blindly."

Liszt smiled faintly: "You don't understand, based on my observation, every time Lord Rod starts boasting, he certainly has made a new discovery."

"But, Lord Rod is heading toward the nest of a giant flesh puppet!"

"No need to worry!"

"But, but, uh, we're going to crash... huh?"

The blue stone wall was easily passed through by them, like a phantom, and the scene before them underwent a radical change.

In the giant mountain hollow, next to the terrifying giant flesh puppet nest, countless people were huddled, an indescribable aura filled the air.

"This is..."

In mid-air, a flame rushed by.

"Is it the Royal City's reinforcements? You finally come... huh? Who are you?"

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