Medici's Epoch-Making Battle

Bayam, inside Wave Church.

Alger, dressed in a robe embroidered with storm symbols, walked up from underground with somewhat heavy steps. He nodded to the Punishers and priests waiting on either side. "The seal has returned to normal in time.

"You may put back the items under your supervision."

"Yes, Your Excellency Wilson." The Punishers and priest-bishops all sighed in relief, clenched their right fists, and struck their left chests.

Alger said nothing more, merely returning the gesture with the same salute.

After returning to his room, he found a seat and sat down. "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era..."

Alger prayed to Mr. Fool almost soundlessly, expressing his intention to leave the Church of Storms.

The claim that the seal had returned to normal in time could only fool lower-ranking church members. It would never conceal the truth from the senior deacons who would investigate later, much less the Pope and the Lord of Storms.

A few seconds later, Alger saw the familiar boundless Gray Fog and heard Mr. Fool's response: "You may.

"Go to the God of the Sea Sect."

Huff... Alger let out a long breath, stood up, and removed his storm robe.

He folded the robe neatly, scrutinizing it carefully over and over for several seconds.

Only then did Alger withdraw his gaze, command the gale, and fly out through the open window of the church.

Early morning, in a mountainous region on the western side of the Southern Continent.

The soldiers of Pas Kingdom watched the sun rise little by little in despair, for descending upon this land alongside the sunlight was also the artillery fire of the Atlantis Army! Today was no different. Crisp cannon fire sounded in the distance right on schedule, accompanied by grassroots commanders shouting, "Take cover from