Lloris was quite eloquent. He meticulously organized his thoughts, clearly recounting his naval expedition, the plot to ambush the Byzantium king, the subsequent encounter with the King of Chambord in the naval battle, his capture after the fierce fighting, the voyage of the [ Light ], the discovery of the Sea Clan, the underwater battle, and that epic war—all in one clear and detailed account.
Emperor Juninho initially listened with a calm expression, but when he heard that King of Chambord had sent D'Alessandro's God Dou Weapon flying, that the phantom of Maradona, symbolizing the pinnacle of martial arts on the continent, appeared in the sea, and that King of Chambord had shattered the arm of the Sea Clan with a single blow, his expression finally turned to extreme shock.
"Are you sure D'Alessandro really went all out, activating his God Dou Weapon to try and kill you, and was actually repelled by King of Chambord?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure that the phantom of Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint, once appeared at the bottom of the sea and effortlessly snatched the God Dou Weapon from the evil Sea Clan?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure it was King of Chambord who shattered the arm of the Sea Clan with a single blow?"
"Yes."
Juninho was unusually out of control at this moment.
From uttering his first question while seated on the throne, to involuntarily standing up to ask his second, and finally slumping back onto the throne, this series of actions clearly reflects the turbulent emotions raging within the heart of this iron-fisted monarch who ruled over the largest empire spanning millions of miles.
In contrast, Lloris remained calmly seated on the stone chair, repeatedly saying "yes" in an extremely confident tone. Even Juninho, the Emperor of Lyon, who was usually unfazed even in the face of a collapsing Mount Tai in Lloris's eyes, seemed to have lost his composure for the first time in front of him, which seemed to be exactly what Lloris had expected.
After all, the answers to these three questions were far too shocking.
"It seems... that arrogant and presumptuous guy D'Alessandro is really in trouble this time. Our trouble is even greater than that megalomaniac's." Juninho's face showed a wry smile.
"Indeed, the Zenit Empire has produced such a peerless martial arts prodigy, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." Lloris paused, unable to find the right words to continue.
"Go on," Juninho shouted.
"I fear that if the Lyon Empire continues to oppose the Zenit people, it will suffer a great calamity." Under the stern gaze of the Emperor of Lyon, Lloris felt a jolt of fear and spoke out without hesitation.
These words were nothing short of a resounding slap in the face to any proud Zenit.
This is an insult that is unprecedented in a century.
But Juninho suddenly laughed, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly, "Although it's the truth, it sounds really harsh, especially coming from you—someone I've always considered the number one among the younger generation... However, you won't understand, the trouble I'm talking about isn't the kind of trouble you understand."
After leaving the palace, Sun Fei did not rush to leave.
Instead, it sped off towards a series of tall temple buildings in the northwest of Gerland City.
That is the location of the Holy Church's first church shrine in the Lyon Empire.
It was also a month ago that Lloris found the location of the mysterious powerful figure who had given him immense strength and Blood-Colored Skull skull.
A strange Summon was drawing Sun Fei in.
Although time was tight, a trip to the Lyon Empire was no easy feat. Before leaving the Lyon capital, Sun Fei had to find out about the mysterious powerhouse and the Blood-Colored Skull.
This mysterious entity was like a thorn, deeply embedded in Sun Fei's heart.
The Barbarian's extremely keen intuition told Sun Fei that the root of all the troubles was this guy, and that to cut off the source of the turmoil, this thorn had to be removed.
With the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ] in hand, Sun Fei sped along, traversing the gaps between heaven and earth, hiding behind Space Barrier with remarkable skill and speed. Despite the heavy defenses in Gerland City, they could hardly detect Sun Fei's movements. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the temple complex of the Holy Church.
"Hmm? The defenses here seem even weaker than in ordinary neighborhoods. The Holy Church must be too arrogant. Do they really think no one dares to mess with them?"
Spiritual Power scan revealed no powerful guards; ordinary priests and knights strolled lazily among the temple complex. As it was late at night, there were no ordinary believers in the temples anymore. Scattered lights flickered between the temples and the statues, creating a very quiet atmosphere.
Following Lloris's description, Sun Fei slowly arrived at the first church of the Lyon diocese and observed it carefully.
The opulence of the Holy Church is well-known throughout the continent, and this time is no exception.
The First Church is like a magnificent mountain peak, towering high and unscalable. Ninety-nine steps stretch upwards like a path to heaven. Two colossal statues, each over a hundred meters tall and adorned with axe and sword, stand lifelike on either side of the temple. Even a single toe of one of them is much taller than an ordinary person. Statues of all sizes are densely packed throughout the Church like trees in a forest. Under the gaze of the eyes of these statues, one feels an indescribable pressure.
In terms of scale and height, this Church is even more magnificent and imposing than the royal palace of the Lyon Empire, displaying the arrogance and conceit of the Holy Church to the fullest extent.
Sun Fei took a step forward, stepping onto the first step. As soon as his foot touched the ground, a flash of light appeared, and he was already on the ninety-ninth step, standing at the entrance of the First Church.
The arched gate, carved entirely from colored agate and crystal, is adorned with depictions of various mythological stories recorded in the Church Divine Oracle, showcasing the heroic figures of gods and heroes in battle. These images are etched all over the walls of the church. Even the twenty-four giant pillars supporting the dome of the temple in front of the main entrance are shaped like human figures, carrying heavy loads on their shoulders and raising their arms, thus enhancing the temple and making it seem like the realm of the gods in legend.
Sun Fei gently pushed open the door and slowly walked in.
The interior of the church is as spacious as the boundless void of the universe. The scattered white candlelight on the walls and distant candlesticks is like the twinkling of distant stars, inspiring endless reverie and a sense of insignificance.
It was already very late, so there were no monks or knights in the temple.
As Sun Fei slowly walked deeper into the area, he took out a jade-green gem from his storage ring. After infusing it with a wisp of Magic Power, the gem released an extremely faint, almost imperceptible power fluctuation that spread out in all directions.
This is the method of re-establishing contact that the mysterious powerful figure gave to Lloris.
This gem is extremely rare and is not among the magic stones. The power it releases is strange and unpredictable, and only those who are very familiar with it can detect it.
Soon, Sun Fei arrived at the deepest part of the First Church.
On the altar stood three enormous statues carved from some unknown metal. These were unfamiliar statues, with hideous faces and an aura of ferocity and violence emanating from them. They held weapons stained with something resembling blood, unlike the gentle and approachable atmosphere of the usual Church temples.
Sun Fei knew a little about the Holy Church's scriptures, but he had never seen any description of these three statues. At least, there were no deities of this rank enshrined in the King of Chambord Cathedral.
Suddenly, Sun Fei noticed something and abruptly turned around.
A silent, silvery-white mist drifted into the Church, transforming into a kind and gentle old man with white eyebrows and hair. He wore a white Church robe and exuded an aura of warmth that made people feel as if they were seeing a long-lost relative.
Please forgive me, brothers.
Things are more complicated than I imagined. I have no relatives or friends in Tianjin, so I can't continue. I have no choice but to return to Lanzhou. Today is Teachers' Day. I wish all teachers in the world a happy holiday and good health. I also hope my wife, who is a teacher, recovers soon.