Chapter 1817
"Do you know what you're saying?"
The icy voice grew even colder.
An obvious anger became especially apparent.
A light sheen of sweat appeared on Sean's forehead.
The aura formed by the pressure of a superior and the strength of a powerful individual left Sean completely unable to breathe, yet the Knight Commander still gritted his teeth and nodded.
"O-of course!"
The Knight Commander wanted to make his answer more resolute, but under the other party's pressure, his voice trembled involuntarily.
"Aituolin was a loyal and dependable guardian."
"While alive, he defended our lord's territory."
"After death, he would surely enter our lord's divine kingdom and receive protection."
The icy voice repeated a fact known by everyone in the Temple of the War God, its tone without the slightest fluctuation.
Sean understood what the other party meant.
Therefore, the moment the voice fell silent, he immediately said,
"I am willing to confront Lord Aituolin."
"If I was mistaken,"
"I am willing to pay any price."
After saying that, Sean dropped to one knee.
Through both words and actions, he demonstrated his resolve.
The icy voice said nothing further.
It began praying to its lord from within the shadows.
As one of the two Privy Bishops ranked above the fifteen bishops, Motuoer was undoubtedly among the highest echelons of the Temple of the War God, as well as one of the most trusted and favored by the War God.
There was no need for repeated procedures or priests. With only a silent recitation, Motuoer could contact the War God.
This time was no exception.
"Motuoer, what is it?"
When that vast voice rang out, Motuoer immediately knelt in the shadows.
"My great lord, something has happened that I cannot decide on."
"It concerns your believer, Aituolin!"
"Another of your