The dragon's head dipped slightly, as if issuing a final warning.
Throughout the Church's history, power struggles and changes of leadership had hardly been rare, but the Order God Church had always maintained a tacit tradition of fighting without breaking apart. Someone like Kallen, riding a Great Dragon toward Church Headquarters in such a posture, was a first.
Still, the clerics serving at Church Headquarters naturally had the best access to "inside information." They had all heard about what had happened in the Divine Temple recently. Compared with that, well, what was happening now... did not seem entirely unacceptable.
Little Kangna opened her dragon mouth, gathering the powers of ice and fire inside it at the same time, ready to breathe them out at any moment.
Dragons, especially those of noble bloodline, might not amount to much before the very strongest humans, but before humans of the middle and lower ranks, their presence really could be overwhelming.
Bickmaine rubbed his head. He was shocked, but not particularly panicked. He did not even hesitate or try very hard to persuade Kallen, simply stepping aside several times and waving an order to his subordinates:
"Open the gates. Let him through."
Strict formations covered the inside and outside of Church Headquarters. If they raised the alarm instead of opening the gates, Kallen would have a hard time getting in.
The problem was that Bickmaine had no reason to do that, not because he feared death, but because of Kallen's special status.
First, there was Kallen's dazzling personal record; second, there was the political treatment the High Priest afforded him.
The section chief guarding the gates knew perfectly well that insisting on principles in a situation like this was meaningless. No matter how outrageous or disrespectful Kallen acted today, even if he rode his