Of the three, Batistuta was the most nervous at this moment.
The way this imposing Old Man looked at Sun Fei was like that of a young man who had been secretly in love for countless days and finally mustered the courage to confess to his dream girl, waiting for her reply; his burning gaze could melt metal.
For him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
A few days ago, because the retired old bishop of the [ Black-Robed Holy Temple ] received a divine indication during his prayer that Garcia would encounter great trouble in the Church's current Divine Judgment Squad operation, he was really worried that the most outstanding genius of the [ Black-Robed Holy Temple ] since the traitor Platini had fallen. That's why he, as the right deacon, rushed to Twin Flag City from afar.
Unexpectedly, on the day of their arrival, Garcia and Alan, who were seriously injured, were being sent back to the church of the Twin Flag City Diocese. Enraged that someone had harmed Garcia, Alan spared no effort to heal Garcia's injuries, even at the cost of his own health. Later, he inadvertently learned from Garcia that King of Chambord Alexander was a " Son of God " and possessed the golden Holy Power of God.
This news greatly shocked Batistuta.
For so many years, Batistuta's sole duty within the Black-Robed Holy Temple has been to travel Northern Region Diocese in search of a potential candidate with the qualities of a " Son of God " to revitalize the Black-Robed Holy Temple.
According to the established tradition of the Holy Church, only when a " Son of God " of their own sect is established can it be said that the " Black-Robed Holy Temple "Black-Robed Holy Temple has regained the favor of the gods among the stars, and that it has returned to the ranks of mainstream sects, thus gaining the qualification to challenge for the papacy and the opportunity to restore its former Glory.
Unfortunately, Batistuta's search over the past nearly 100 years has yielded no results.
Of course, it cannot be said that nothing was gained.
At least three times, he finally managed to find three boys with the physique of [ Son of God ] in the vast crowd, but the result was the same each time—before he could bring the [ Son of God ] back to the [ Black-Robed Holy Temple ], other major branches of the Holy Church would sneak up on him halfway, using all sorts of despicable means and offering all kinds of temptations to snatch away Batistuta's almost-at-hand hope.
The decline of the Black-Robed Holy Temple is almost common knowledge among the people of the continent. Whether in terms of its own strength or its appeal, it is naturally no match for those major sects.
Even the last time, thirty-three years ago, was when Batistuta found a six-year-old boy with the physique of a " Son of God." Because of his good relationship with Batistuta, the boy refused the temptations and invitations of various sects and was determined to join the " Black-Robed Holy Temple." However, he died mysteriously on his way to the " Black-Robed Holy Temple " parish.
The truth is obvious to even a fool: someone assassinated this " Son of God " before he even had a chance to grow up.
Batistuta was furious and caused a huge disturbance in the Northern Region Diocese.
But after the commotion, there was mostly a sense of helplessness.
Everyone in the Black-Robed Holy Temple Holy Church, from top to bottom, understood that these so-called coincidences were because Pope Blatter, high above all others, was still wary of the Black-Robed Holy Temple Black-Robed Holy Temple's existence and was secretly monitoring its every move, fearing that his former rival might gain a respite and rise again.
To be honest, if the Black-Robed Holy Temple hadn't been so illustrious in its past history, with a huge base of believers at the grassroots level, and if the doctrines it formulated and spread hadn't had such a huge impact on the entire Holy Church 'Black-Robed Holy Temple belief system, the entire temple would probably have been destroyed by various conspiracies and tricks long ago.
Over the years, Batistuta, in his despair and resentment, never gave up hope of finding the temple.
Like a sinner atoning for his sins, he searched frantically, never giving up any opportunity.
So after overhearing news about Sun Fei by chance, Batistuta became wary.
For the past three days, Batistuta locked himself in his secret chamber, utilizing all available resources to meticulously investigate Sun Fei's life story. From the moment His Majesty the King was born, to the discovery that he was actually mentally challenged, to King sudden and unbelievable rise to power during the crisis in Chambord City, and then to his victory in the Zenit Empire's Martial Combat Competition, becoming a new empire elite... Batistuta spent three whole days analyzing this series of events without ever leaving his room, finally arriving at a conclusion completely different from those of other Church powers—
King of Chambord, to date, may not have joined any faction within the Church.
This conclusion surprised even himself.
It's important to understand that almost every major faction within the Church has its own " Son of God," and they secretly arrange trials for these " Son of God," sending them to various parts of the continent to experience different situations with varying identities and statuses. Furthermore, due to the competitive relationship between the major factions, they often conceal the identity of their own " Son of God," creating the illusion that King of Chambord is a " Son of God " strongly supported by a branch of a major faction.
No one would bother to investigate further; everyone assumed that King of Chambord was one of the other's men. After all, investigating the other faction's " Son of God " was a taboo matter within the Church.
In fact, the reason why Sun Fei has always been able to fish in troubled waters is precisely this.
However, Batistuta himself was not entirely certain about this conclusion. In other words, it was more of an intuitive guess than a conclusion drawn from his analysis of information about the life of King of Chambord.
Even if there was only a one in 120,000 chance, he was willing to try, because every opportunity meant a great deal to the [ Black-Robed Holy Temple ].
In an instant, everyone's eyes in the entire stone hall were focused on Sun Fei's face.
We await his reply.
After his initial shock, Sun Fei gradually calmed down and began to think about the key to this matter.
Joining the Holy Church was something Sun Fei had almost never considered. It was absolutely impossible for him to abandon the people and things in Chambord City, where he had developed deep feelings, especially a declining sect like the Black-Robed Holy Temple. Joining it would mean taking on an unknown and heavy responsibility for no reason. Sun Fei had little interest in such a thankless task as reviving a declining sect.
The development of Chambord City is already enough to give His King a headache; what if another religious branch were to emerge?
For Sun Fei, who made indulging in pleasure his life's ambition, it was simply a waste of his precious life.
However, Sun Fei did not rush to refuse.
He was weighing the pros and cons.
In the darkness, fate seemed like an unseen and uncontrollable Enforcer, manipulating everything from the shadows. Sun Fei had a very bad feeling that something was bound to happen between him and the Church, especially the incident that had happened to Angela, which had made His Majesty the King wary and constantly on guard.
Sun Fei understood that the Brazilian Lei incident was definitely not an isolated case.
Having carefully studied some of the Church's scriptures and doctrines, Sun Fei naturally understood what a woman with a pure Crystal Soul meant to the Church —even rarer than a [ Son of God ]. Although Sun Fei decisively killed Baresi at the time, delaying the inevitable, he feared that sooner or later someone would come to 'invite' Angela. At that time, the power Sun Fei would face would be countless times stronger than that of a mere Baresi.
Just as Sun Fei was deep in thought, footsteps suddenly came, and a Urban Management from Chambord City rushed in and whispered a few words in His Majesty the King's ear.
"What? This fool is courting death!" Sun Fei exclaimed, his face turning pale with rage.
Bang!
In a fit of rage, Sun Fei swung his palm and smashed the stone table beside him into dust.
"What happened to make His Majesty so angry?" The three members of the Church were all taken aback, finding the scene before them baffling.
"If the three of you are interested, you may come with me to take a look." As Sun Fei spoke, his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light and shooting out of the mansion.
Batistuta and his two companions exchanged glances, filled with curiosity.
King of Chambord's attitude had suddenly changed, his gaze towards them now filled with coldness and hostility. Clearly, the matter reported by the guard was related to the Church. The three of them dared not hesitate and transformed into three streaks of light, following behind Sun Fei as they sped away into the distance.
Judging from the direction they're heading, they're heading straight for the Barracks.
"Hahaha, you bunch of vile sluts, how dare you! These three strange beasts were divine pets painstakingly bred by my Church, and you despicable thieves stole them! And you dare to deny it? Hehe, arrest them all and throw them in jail! These women must have been misled by bad people to commit such blasphemous acts; send them to the choir and hand them over to those nuns for training!"
An arrogant and domineering voice came from the mouth of a middle-aged priest dressed in a long Red-Black robe.
Two groups of men faced off in front of the Barracks in Chambord City.
Second update.
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