Zealot Legion

Late December.

This year's Dawn Day saw large-scale celebrations canceled one after another due to the war.

Yet devotion to the Lord of Dawn had reached unprecedented heights, especially in the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, where the Church of Dawn held the deepest influence.

Tens of millions of believers entered churches across the land to pray.

According to statistics, the faith donations paid by the people on Dawn Day alone amounted to a staggering eighty million gold coins, restoring the glory of former days.

Atop the Mage Tower's platform.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a figure shrouded in holy light slowly approached.

Roland, standing at the edge of the Mage Tower, looked over at the sound, and his eyes immediately lit up.

It had to be said that after inheriting Augustin's legacy and ascending to the position of Pope, Yulia's temperament had changed far too much.

The old Yulia had still possessed a trace of laziness and allure, and when aroused, she carried an especially seductive air.

But now, her fair skin seemed to forever radiate a gentle glow, as pure as fresh snow, while her deep eyes brimmed with wisdom.

The elegant jeweled crown, the golden staff, and the radiant angel insignia made her look sacred and solemn, graceful and noble.

It could be said that the former Cecilia was not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

Sensing Roland's burning gaze, a flush rose on Yulia's stunning cheeks as she softly asked:

"Your Majesty, you summoned me?"

"Phew..."

Roland slowly suppressed the wicked thoughts rising in his heart. The war was raging, so this was not the time for him to indulge himself.

"How are the dragons doing?"

"Not very well. More than half of them have suffered extremely serious injuries. Even if I personally treated them, they would