He seemed to have spotted something interesting and chuckled.
"People from Pyrite City's Containment Bureau and the Sun Church? The Moon Church didn't come... as indifferent as ever. But what use are these small fry?"
Rafa waved his hand, and the blood-red radiance of the Profane Holy Sword immediately shone down below.
Blasts of blazing fire abruptly appeared in his vision, accompanied by explosions. The official Beyonders who had rushed over to intervene and stop him all fell along the way.
Just then, however, Rafa's smile suddenly froze.
He looked at the phantom Profane Holy Sword in his hand. It had actually begun to distort and blur.
"What's going on... the holy sword's power is steadily fading..."
Rafa narrowed his eyes.
A few breaths later, the deep, dark-red sword burst into scarlet motes of light with a bang and vanished.
An ominous feeling rose in his heart. The next second, he closed his eyes and listened to a message from his true body.
"The real Profane Holy Sword... disappeared...! Deep within the Blood-Colored Monastery, under the watch of the Ten-Core leadership, it vanished into thin air...?!"
Rafa stood speechless.
He lowered his head, his expression calm but his eyes bloodshot.
"Lady Dimness..."
Rafa had not expected that coming personally to negotiate with Lady Dimness and beg her to forgive his father, Ragnar, the Profane Duke, would not only end in failure, but also offend this mercurial deity, causing her to directly erase all traces of the Profane Holy Sword.
Now, not only had his father forever lost his chance of resurrection, but the Red Apple Church had also forever lost an extremely important strategic Mysterious Object.
"I will become a sinner of the Church..."
Rafa seethed inwardly.
He suddenly vanished from the spot.
The next second, a red-haired man in