A Saint Realm Attack

Only three people remained at the dimly lit roundtable meeting.

Perhaps the others couldn't imagine it: Lashev and Mite seemed like bitter enemies in public, but in private, the two actually got along quite well.

A classic good cop, bad cop routine.

Even Angels who believed in the Sovereigns developed their own private agendas after coming to the Material Plane, let alone Saints.

Building alliances was a common tactic.

Whenever a Saint appeared in the Dark Alliance, the Church would send a Peak Saint Realm powerhouse to recruit them. The strong could become a pillar of the Church in the future, while the weaker ones might still be useful as pawns.

Saints held a lofty status on the Yulan Continent, but that was in the eyes of the continent as a whole.

To Peak Saint Realm powerhouses like them, anyone who hadn't comprehended the Laws belonged to a different level. Against a Peak Saint Realm expert's sudden barrage of hundreds or thousands of attacks, someone below that level would struggle to defend themselves.

"According to the information I've received, the leader of the Sky Wind Kingdom is a Saint named Carl. She publicly revealed her Saint status about eighty years ago," Lashev said quietly.

"To be precise, it was eighty-three years ago. But before she revealed her Saint status, she had already run a family business in a small town for over a hundred years. I doubt she had only just broken through when she made it public," Mite added.

"There's no need to overthink it. Even if she entered the Saint Realm a hundred years ago, how strong could she have become?" Ulamigier said coolly.

"That's true." Lashev nodded.

The Pope had sent him and Mite here to establish a foothold for the Dark Church. Both of them had brought their own subordinates along.

Each had two Saints under their command. The one who had entered the Saint Realm most recently had done so over three hundred years ago, and was still only an Early Saint Realm expert, working to comprehend the Momentum of Heaven and Earth.

The one who had been a Saint the longest had entered the Saint Realm over seven hundred years ago, yet still hadn't comprehended the Mysteries of the world.

Anyone who reached the Saint Realm was a top-tier genius, but this was the norm among Saints.

"To get those Magic Crystals worth tens of millions of billions, I recommend sending two Saints straight away. According to Kasa, only a handful of high-ranking officials know the exact quantity of the Magic Crystals," Ulamigier said slowly.

"Agreed. Once we secure those Magic Crystals, we'll easily crush the Radiant Church's forces in the Chaotic Territory. Then we'll have a vast stretch of open land to cultivate," Mite said, a faint smile appearing on his stiff face.

"Then it's settled. I'll send an Early Saint Realm expert, and you'll send a Mid Saint Realm expert to back them up."

Before long, two orders were in the hands of the Saints.

Ul was a Mid Saint Realm powerhouse. He had long since mastered the Momentum of Heaven and Earth, but for years he had failed to grasp the Mysteries.

Ul had once sought advice from the High Priest of the Yulan Empire. The answer he received was that his Mental Power was insufficient, making it difficult to sense the Mysteries of the world.

After all, if the Holy Alliance could trade with the O'Brien Empire, then the Dark Alliance would naturally have trade ties with the Yulan Empire as well.

Mental Power was a mysterious thing.

The High Priest of the Yulan Empire and the War God of the O'Brien Empire had so many Saints under their command because they looked to the entire Yulan Continent.

If a warrior showed extraordinary talent and could break through to the Saint Realm within a few decades, the War God would send disciples to make contact with them.

Likewise, the High Priest would keep an eye on exceptionally talented Mages.

What they had in common was the potential to comprehend the Laws through their own efforts.

Becoming a disciple simply saved them a great deal of time.

Ul, a Saint from the Dark Alliance, had only entered the Saint Realm by luck when he was over three hundred years old. In the five hundred years since, he had long since mastered the Momentum of Heaven and Earth, but his Mental Power was too weak. He couldn't see through the world or perceive the Laws of Heaven and Earth in the ordinary things around him.

"But it doesn't matter. The Church also has treasures that can increase Mental Power. One day, I'll have enough," Ul swore to himself.

The Church had many ways to attract Saints, most of them involving things related to the Saint Realm. The most precious of all was the Soul Gold Pearl.

Although Soul Gold Pearls were extremely precious and could only be brought along when an Angel descended, they were still a possibility.

Besides Ul, someone else had received the news as well: Yale, an Early Saint Realm powerhouse.

"Just the two of us?"

Yale and Ul flew through the sky. From the ground, anyone looking up might catch a glimpse of them through a break in the overlapping clouds.

"Only Saints like us can deal with Saints."

"True. Even if there were hundreds or thousands of people below the Saint Realm, they'd only slow me down a little."

As they talked, they soon reached the Sky Wind Kingdom.

The Chaotic Territory was vast, its area comparable to that of the Holy Alliance. Yet its immense territory had never been united, and city walls changing hands along with the banners above them were commonplace.

As a result, even though the two had a detailed map of the Chaotic Territory, the factions marked on it could quickly become outdated.

"Is this the place? I remember the Sky Wind Kingdom's capital is Red Sun City." Ul peered at the old map in his hand, uncertain.

"It should be. A Saint once appeared in Red Sun City, and cities like that rarely change their names." Yale studied the map and answered confidently.

"Haha, looks like we're lucky. If she'd made some unknown city her capital, it would have taken us a while to find her." Ul laughed.

The two flew together toward Red Sun City.

Although the two leaders of the Church had each given them secret instructions—Yale as the vanguard and Ul as backup—they had talked it over and decided they didn't want to risk complications. With two Saints working together, what chance would someone who had entered the Saint Realm less than a century ago have of escaping them?

"Stay with me and attack with everything you have. Let's finish her off as quickly as possible."

Saints already possessed eternal life, but they still feared things going wrong. There was no point risking death just to save face.

As the two rapidly descended, Carl, still in the royal capital, sensed the aura above her.

"A Saint?"

After her Mental Power had also reached the Saint level, Carl had kept it constantly probing her surroundings. Ten miles was the shortest range she could maintain with almost no drain on her Mental Power.

Going beyond ten miles was fine for a short time, but maintaining that range constantly would eventually leave Carl's Mental Power fatigued.