The temple had air conditioning or something similar. In any case, it was not only pleasantly cool, but the air was fresh as well.
The ceiling was high, the sculptures magnificent, the floors pristine white, and the burning candles filled the smoky air with the scent of fruit.
The temple's layout was somewhat like a candied hawthorn skewer. After entering, one first arrived at a church used for public celebrations. Passing through a small door beside the church and crossing a beautiful garden led to a cluster of palaces.
Ord's memories were no longer much use here. Even though he had once been this planet's Superhero, he had never set foot in the realm of the "gods."
Well, the place where the High Priest and his subordinates lived was the realm of the gods. Everyone in Broken Land knew that mortals who entered would suffer divine punishment and scorn.
A lack of a map could not stump Su Ming. Logically speaking, he only needed to pick out the most lavish, most conspicuous, and most heavily guarded place. The High Priest had to be there.
He would grab the man and leave, then take his time dealing with him somewhere remote to see what conspiracy lay behind all this.
As he walked and looked around, Su Ming had already learned this place's obscure language from Ord's memories. He could understand the priests' conversations and noticed that two of them happened to be headed the same way as Deathstroke.
So they walked ahead while Su Ming followed behind and listened.
"Ord probably isn't coming back this time," one of them said, looking rather pleased. "I heard the High Priest say that place called Earth is a living Nine Hells. The native creatures there are savage and fierce."
"I think so too. He's