Sun Fei had always wanted to know where Angela's ability came from.
Baresi's words today vaguely hinted at a conjecture—perhaps only those with the purest souls can achieve spiritual communication with the ferocious animals of nature, allowing those beasts to be less wary and even develop feelings of intimacy and dependence.
Only the purest souls can achieve the most direct communication.
Sun Fei even vaguely felt that Angela was hiding some other secrets, definitely not just the purity of her soul. And this secret was very likely related to the Holy Church, which was why the old fox Baresi acted so out of control and impatiently. On the contrary, the knights who did not know the reason did not show any extreme reaction.
As for the character "[ Son of God ] Kaká," this was the first time Sun Fei had met him today.
This is an unfathomable character, humble yet incredibly powerful; at least Sun Fei couldn't discern Kaká's true strength. Throughout today's meeting, Kaká remained calm, even during the tense confrontation between Sun Fei and Baresi, his face never lacked that sunny smile, easily bridging the distance between them and lowering others' guard against him.
Such a person is incredibly terrifying.
However, Sun Fei did not feel any aversion towards Kaká; on the contrary, he felt a subtle sense of familiarity with him.
After sorting out his complicated thoughts, Sun Fei opened Teleport and entered the Diablo World. However, this time he did not choose [ Barbarian Mode ]. Instead, he chose Amazon Warrior Mode and Necromancer Mode during the day's game time, trying to level up and strengthen these two characters as quickly as possible.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
The east was beginning to lighten, with wisps of white clouds spreading across the distant horizon.
The temperature is coldest in the early morning of winter. The ground and the trees on both sides of the road are covered with a layer of silvery white frost, which looks beautiful under the bright red morning sun.
On the main road in the gentle valley, a group of about a hundred people were walking slowly through the white frost.
The laughter of strong knights in silver armor and white robes, and the crisp sound of their hooves on the frozen pavement, broke the silence of the cold winter morning. Leading the procession was a tall knight, his powerful black steed, nearly two meters tall, snorting and exhaling white puffs of steam. The knight held aloft a silver metal cross, signifying the identity of the group.
Holy Church!
In the middle of the procession was a silver carriage that shimmered with a faint milky white glow under the morning sun. The carriage was carved with the unique magical runes of the Holy Church. It was two meters long and had no wheels. Hundreds of densely packed wind magic arrays beneath the carriage allowed it to float in the air, weighing more than two thousand kilograms. It moved forward steadily and at a uniform speed, pulled by four identical black horses.
The knights surrounding the carriage were extremely powerful, their expressions vigilant and solemn as they firmly protected it.
Inside the soft, comfortable carriage sat two people quietly: Kaká, one of the Holy Church's [ Son of God ] who was traveling across the continent, and his red-robed attendant priest, Baresi.
"Your Majesty, with such a wonderful opportunity, are you not even slightly tempted?" Baresi opened his eyes and asked softly.
"I don't see any opportunities." Kaká shook his head slightly.
"This... Your Majesty, that woman named Angela clearly possesses the most suitable physique and soul for a saintess. She is absolutely a rare and exceptional being, one in a million. If we could bring her to the Holy Mountain, you would surely gain the Pope's favor. Moreover, I am certain that it won't be long before this woman passes the selection process and becomes a saintess of the Church without any problem. If she truly becomes a saintess, then the power of our South Mountain Faction on the Holy Mountain will undoubtedly increase greatly. At that time..."
"Take her up the Holy Mountain? Don't you see she's already a woman of Alexander?" Kaká interrupted the priest's fantasy with a smile.
"Heh, it's just a small sixth-rank vassal state of a first-level empire. As long as Your Majesty is willing, would the King of Chambord dare to disobey Your Majesty's orders?" Baresi sneered. The winter sun shone through the curtains onto his wrinkled face, making the lines and creases even more distinct. An indescribable ruthlessness appeared on his white-haired face, a far cry from the kind and benevolent priest that many people saw.
"If he were merely the King of a vassal state, that would be one thing, but the teacher should also understand that Alexander's identity is likely more complex than simply that of a vassal King."
"You mean that golden Holy Power?"
Kaká nodded.
Baresi frowned. "Judging from King of Chambord's rise to power, it does seem like he suddenly received support from some unknown force. It's possible he's a ' Son of God,' after all, only the Church could create such a miracle by turning a fool who had never practiced martial arts into a brilliant genius..." He then smiled confidently and said, "However, even if he is a ' Son of God,' so what? He was probably only recently discovered by the Church See. Otherwise, he wouldn't have only recently begun to emerge. And what do you have to fear from such a weak ' Son of God,' Your Majesty? Take advantage of this opportunity..."
As he finished speaking, a strange and terrifying expression appeared on Baresi's face. Although he didn't say the rest of his words, his meaning was clearly conveyed through that expression.
That is... to kill King of Chambord.
Only one of the " Son of God " of each generation of the Holy Church will eventually ascend to the supreme throne on the Holy Mountain. Therefore, competition among them is inevitable. However, in the power struggles and infighting among the various factions within the Church, this competition often presents a vicious cycle.
Historically, the fall of " Son of God " is not an unbelievable event; the current Pope Sepp Blatter ascended to the papacy by stepping over the corpses of dozens of former " Son of God."
In a continent governed by the law of the jungle, it was perfectly normal for Kaká, with his power and strength, to quietly eliminate a future rival, in Baresi's view.
"Teacher, you're too bloodthirsty." Kaká shook his head.
Baresi sighed.
"Your Majesty, you are too kind and naive. Having traveled the continent for many years, witnessing the bloodshed and ugliness of the world, you still refuse to acknowledge its cruelty. But Your Majesty, no matter what, you must remember that as one of the most dazzling candidates among the [ Son of God ] of the Church, your destiny was predetermined from birth. A woman's compassion and pity will not help your future. Only by ascending that final throne can you find inner peace."
Kaká simply smiled and remained silent.
Baresi could only sigh again, but said nothing more.
Conversations like the one we just had have happened countless times over the past few years.
Although Baresi had never been able to persuade the handsome " Son of God," he never gave up trying.
Just like what happened recently, Baresi would seize any opportunity to instill his theories, because the treacherous and mysterious the Storm Riders of the Church he had witnessed in his fifty-plus years of life told Baresi that he was right. An overly benevolent " Son of God " could not survive in the power struggles and factions within the Holy Church, the most terrifying organization on the continent, no matter how powerful you were.
He has to persuade Kaká.
Because he and his fate had been inextricably linked ever since he became Kaká's first red-robed attendant priest.
"This time, Your Majesty, please allow me to make this decision for you. Angela is crucial to Your Majesty's future, and I will take her back for you no matter what means I have to use." Baresi spoke firmly, as if he had made up his mind.
"Don't mess with King of Chambord." Kaká looked at the stubborn Old Man before him and said seriously, "He's terrifying, and he'll become even more terrifying in the future."
"That's why we need to resolve everything now." Baresi stood firm.
Kaká was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed, and Baresi, sitting opposite him, also changed his expression drastically.
Before the two could say anything, a buzzing sound came from their ears, and then a thin, black short sword had somehow sliced through the silver carriage. In the blink of an eye, it appeared before Baresi's eyes, carrying a chilling glint, aiming for the throat of this burly priest.
assassin!
This was truly a case of unexpected trouble brewing from within.
Who could have imagined that someone would be so audacious as to assassinate an important member of the Church in broad daylight? And who could have imagined that, under the protection of hundreds of powerful Church knights, someone could silently infiltrate the silver carriage and carry out the murder?
Fortunately, Baresi was quite strong and quick-witted.
In the midst of the chaos, the burly, white-haired priest displayed remarkable composure. He remained seated cross-legged, a milky-white flame emanating from his right hand as he frantically channeled his Holy Power, firmly grasping the cold light aimed at his throat with his bare palm.
"You're asking for death!" Baresi roared angrily after landing a successful blow.
Just as he was about to launch a strong counterattack, his expression changed instantly, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. Under the blessing of Holy Power, his hand, which had hardened even more than steel, was unable to grip the dark short sword. A sharp pain followed, and his hand was instantly cut by the short sword.
This short sword is actually a divine weapon, capable of piercing Holy Power.
boom!
In haste, feeling the threat of death, Baresi roared furiously. The terrifying Holy Power within his burly body erupted like a raging torrent. The milky white flames instantly engulfed everything inside the carriage like a tide. In the violent impact, the entire silver carriage shattered into pieces like breadcrumbs and exploded instantly!
The figure holding the black short sword also flew away at the same time.
Under the powerful shockwave of Holy Power, which was as strong as a tidal wave, the Church knights protecting the carriage were caught off guard and were thrown off with their horses, as fragile as winter wheat husks in a hurricane.
"Hahaha, I never imagined that you, Divine Master, were actually a Moon Class expert?"
A hoarse, maniacal laugh rang out, and the figure that had just been thrown back shot forward again at an even faster speed. The black short sword in his hand, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, sliced through the white flames that filled the sky and stabbed fiercely toward Baresi's heart. This strike was filled with a sense of certain death, giving the feeling that everything would be destroyed.
Fifth update.
Starting tomorrow, we'll make it up to everyone.