Lin Qi's palm stroked the fist-sized divine crystal of light atop the Dawn Scepter, and he was in an excellent mood.
Becoming a distinguished guest of the Gallic Emperor under the identity of Dragon Mountain Count truly felt wonderful. After observing Holy Light I at close range for some time, Osmanthus Tree and the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse had finally delivered their authoritative conclusion—the soul of Holy Light I had already been assimilated by light energy.
In other words, Holy Light I was now a thoroughgoing fanatic of the Dawn God, his most devout believer, his most fervent clergyman. He was nothing more than a puppet through which the Dawn Temple ruled the Gallic Empire. Lin Qi did not understand how Holy Light I had fallen to such a state, nor did he know why the Gallic Empire had tolerated the Dawn Temple playing such a dirty trick on them, but what did that have to do with him?
No matter how many deals of interest or schemes lay behind it, Lin Qi did not care. What he cared about was the other identity possessed by the human skin he wore—the Cardinal Archbishop of the Dawn Temple. That identity was very useful before Holy Light I!
Before Holy Light I could speak, Lin Qi had already risen with a smile and nodded to Marshal Beian. "May the light shine upon your body and soul, washing away all the dust within you. Marshal Beian, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Marshal Beian had no intention of giving "Dragon Mountain Count" any face. He looked coldly at Lin Qi and said, word by word, "The Dawn God is a great deity. But sorry, my faith is in the God of War. Note that it is the God of War, not