Chapter 49: The Wife of the Vice Pope, the Great Saint! (6,000 words long chapter)

Virgil and Seraphina naturally knew each other.

Communication is indispensable in daily work and social activities.

Virgil glanced at Serafina next to him and nodded slightly, as if to say hello, but the words in his mouth stopped abruptly. Although Ron and Serafina walked out of the hotel together and even flirted at the door, it seemed that they had just had an in-depth conversation.

However, Virgil couldn't tell what position Seraphina was in. In this case, Virgil wouldn't let Seraphina know too many secrets.

Seraphina was not stupid either. She smiled and said, "Bishop Virgil, Mr. Ron, you two can chat slowly. The law enforcement team still has some things to deal with. I'll go first..."

"No, Seraphina, you stay."

"The situation that Larnaca City will face next cannot be resolved by a single branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn." Ron said quietly.

Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly, as she remembered that Ron had previously called himself a prophet and said that the city of Larnaca would be destroyed.

Virgil frowned slightly.

Originally, in Virgil's eyes, he and Ron had formed a group. He and Ron were the core of this group, with at most Irelia.

But in this situation, Ron obviously wanted to bring Seraphina into the team... He felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he and Seraphina belonged to different forces, and the conflict was between the political power and theocracy, which was irreconcilable.

However, since this was the decision of Ron, the prophet, Virgil couldn't refuse.

I went back to the restaurant across the street and sat down at the window seat again.

Three people sat in an equilateral triangle around the round table. The atmosphere was a little depressing. Virgil and Seraphina were the type who seemed harmonious on the surface but had many internal conflicts. Ron, who was nominally a member of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn but had an ambiguous relationship with Seraphina, was considered a mediator between the two.

"Ahem..." Ron broke the silence: "Seraphina, I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, just ask."

Seraphina exhaled slightly, wrinkled her smooth forehead, and no longer hesitated: "Are you really a prophet?"

This is the core of all issues, and everything discussed below is based on this point.

Ron smiled but didn't answer.

Virgil next to him has already spoken: "Ms. Seraphina, there is no need to doubt that Ron does have the ability to see into the future."

Virgil recited the prophetic poem that Ron had written before, which made Ron a little embarrassed, as if his dark history was revealed.

"Brother Ron accurately predicted the sun being swallowed, the world falling into darkness, the appearance of the City of Gold, and many other situations. This is enough to prove Brother Ron's ability."

Seraphina nodded. Ron had previously said what SnowPhillip was going to say before SnowPhillip opened his mouth.

"Brother Ron, it is also predicted that a great race will wither and the Dusk Continent will face disaster."

Virgil continued, "These two predictions are also being confirmed little by little, especially the first one."

"Archbishop Gerald has already left Larnaca and is currently at the church headquarters." Virgil's face turned depressed: "The information the archbishop sent back through the secret technique is not very good."

Seraphina's expression also became serious: "What's going on?"

"The Golden City appeared in the sky above the Dragon Valley. The dragons naturally regarded the Golden City as their own property. They blocked the surrounding area and strictly prohibited other races from approaching."

"Archbishop Gerald went to the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn as quickly as possible and conveyed the information that the dragon race might be in danger to the high-ranking officials of the church, and expressed his willingness to provide assistance."

Virgil spread his hands and said, "As you know, the dragon race is proud and arrogant. The brains of those big winged lizards are not as good as their strength... No dragon takes the church's warning to heart."

"In fact, they like the giant city very much. They don't think there is any danger in the giant city at all, or they firmly believe that even if there is any danger, they are strong enough to deal with it."

"In the eyes of the dragons, that golden, sparkling, majestic and huge city is worthy of the identity of the dragon clan. They want to take the Golden City for themselves and make it the royal city of the dragon clan."

"They tried to enter the Golden City, but it seemed that there was some mysterious force blocking the Golden City, making it difficult to break through."

"So the dragons chose to use the simplest and most brutal means to deal with the Golden City... They gathered hundreds of giant dragons and tried to use their dragon breath to blast open the blockade of the giant city."

"And then?" Seraphina became interested and urged.

"Then, they all died." Virgil exhaled: "Their huge bodies that were like mountains turned into fine powder, and the blood stained the sky."

"The Seine River near Dragon Valley was dyed scarlet."

Seraphina subconsciously sat up straight, her face more solemn than ever before, because they were dragons.

He is the most powerful person in the entire Dusk Continent.

Even a baby dragon that is only a few days old has catastrophic strength, and an adult dragon can at least be as strong as a hero.

Such a powerful life, with hundreds of giant dragons gathered together, not only failed to break the blockade of the Golden City, but all of them died? What is the origin of this giant city, and why can it release such terrifying power?

Seraphina subconsciously looked at Ron beside her, but found that Ron just had an unfathomable smile on his face, as if he had anticipated this outcome.

Elegant Neck swallowed his saliva: "And then..."

Virgil smiled bitterly: "The Dragon King is furious and has gathered thousands of powerful dragons. He is ready to take action in a week and completely destroy the blockade outside the Golden City."

Seraphina smiled bitterly.

They are indeed the most barbaric race.

Although the dragon clan is the ruler of the Dusk Continent, it does not represent the lives being ruled, and they have much respect for the dragons... They are more afraid of the dragons' power.

As for wisdom...well, do dragons have this thing?

The death of hundreds of giant dragons does not scare the dragon clan. On the contrary, it stimulates the wildness of the dragons. Since hundreds of giant dragons can't handle it, then thousands will do!

Any problem that can be solved by violence is not a problem.

After Virgil finished speaking, both of them looked at Ron. They both wanted to know what the prophet thought about the current situation.

Ron's smile faded slightly. He glanced at the Golden City, which was still clear even from a long distance, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The end of the dragon race... is here."

Gulp!

Even though they had expected it, Virgil and Seraphina still changed their expressions.

That's the dragon race, the most powerful existence that has ruled the world for thousands of years. How could it be so easy to meet its doomsday? Ron's fingers stroked the wine glass in front of him: "Virgil, tell them that the blockade outside the Golden City is a long-lost magic circle. No one knows the name of the magic circle... But, maybe it can be called the Infinite Rebound Magic Circle?"

Although the city has been blocked, Virgil naturally has a way to convey the message. If that doesn't work, Seraphina is right next to it, so it's okay to open a back door, right? "This magic circle itself has no destructive power, but when it is attacked, it can rebound the attack with 200% of its power."

Swish! Both Virgil and Seraphina turned pale.

If it is true what Ron said... thousands of dragons attacking together, with 200% power... this destructive power may really be enough to submerge the entire Dragon Valley! But it is not too late now, as long as the news is told to the dragon clan, everything...

But at this moment, Ron's body suddenly pressed down, his eyes swept over Virgil and Seraphina, with a strange smile on his lips: "So, Bishop Virgil, Miss Seraphina...will you tell the dragon clan about this information?"

Virgil and Seraphina subconsciously wanted to speak.

But when the words came to their lips, they suddenly stopped. The expressions on their faces kept changing, and finally turned into a helpless bitter smile.

The dragon race is really doomed! Although the future is known and the crisis is known, the dragon race is still doomed.

On the surface, Ron was asking Virgil and Seraphina whether they wanted to use this opportunity to save the dragons...

But, in fact, with Virgil and Seraphina's identities, they have no qualifications to contact the dragons... Yes, the dragons are so proud, and the only ones who are qualified to enter the Dragon Valley and receive an audience with the Dragon King are the kings of the major kingdoms, the pope of the church, the saint, the queen of the elves, the chief of the orcs, etc...

Virgil is just a bishop of a branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Seraphina is just the daughter of a marquis, and her heroic strength is insignificant in the eyes of the dragon.

They had no qualifications or opportunities to enter the Dragon Valley, meet the Dragon King, and convey information. Even if they barely encountered a giant dragon, with the arrogance and brutality of the dragon clan, they would not be able to receive any thanks. It was more likely that they would be blasted into slag by a breath of dragon breath because they cursed the dragon clan and despised its power.

The only remaining way was to inform the higher-ups of the kingdom and the church of this information and have them pass it on.

But, will King Holt do this?

Would Vice-Pope Apu do this?

No one who is truly ambitious wants to have someone more powerful and terrifying above him who can destroy him at any time.

King Holt 473 of Granville seems to be incompetent on the surface, but in fact, under Holt's manipulation, the influence of the aristocracy is concentrating on the royal family. Several of his descendants are also very outstanding. Moreover, Holt 473 is one of the strongest in the entire Granville Kingdom. This is definitely not something that an incompetent monarch can do.

The Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn is old, and many affairs of the church are handled by Herman's father, Vice Pope Apu Montgomery.

And this man's ambition is known to everyone.

It is almost certain that even if the top leaders obtained the intelligence, they would definitely keep it secret.

They will watch the dragon clan perish.

After losing the suppression of the dragon clan, what follows is... war! Except for a very few people, not many people want to see blood flowing and corpses everywhere. Virgil and Seraphina looked at each other and could feel the depression in each other's eyes. Obviously, it was still peaceful and prosperous at the moment, but the invisible pressure had made the two of them a little breathless.

Ron still had a smile on his face: "Oh, you two, please don't think so far, really... let's deal with the matter of Larnaca City first."

Seraphina's heart trembled slightly: "Ron, you said before that Larnaca City will be destroyed?"

Virgil's eyes narrowed. Even he didn't know this news.

"If we don't do something, destruction is imminent." Ron took a sip of the wine in front of him, which was sweet and cold.

"Could it be that this is also the aftermath of the dragon race's demise?" Seraphina asked.

"No, this has nothing to do with the dragon race." Ron shook his head slightly, his face showing some compassion: "This is the sequelae of the appearance of the Golden City."

"I once glimpsed the future... People dragged their rotten bodies along the streets of Bruno, and they opened their mouths and roared like wild beasts."

"They bared their fangs and tore at the flesh of normal people."

"They know no pain, no fear, and wander in the lightless night as if summoned by a necromancer."

"The black beast led its loyal servants. They advanced, they trampled, they destroyed, they ruined..."

The hoarse voice and suppressed tone made Seraphina and Virgil's scalps tingle and an invisible chill permeated their bodies. They imagined the scene and tiny bumps appeared on their skin.

"What...is that?" Virgil asked after a long while, moving his throat.

"The Black Beast and its infected!"

After a brief pause, Ron said again: "They are the guards of the young god. They exist to protect the young god."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Infected? Black beast?

Young God?

The name they had never heard of before made both of them a little confused.

"Young God, what is this?" Seraphina asked.

Ron had obviously revealed a lot, but the more Seraphina knew, the more ignorant she felt, and her mind seemed to become more confused.

Ron didn't answer, but just glanced out the window, at a golden city floating in the sky far, far away: "Do you know what that is?"

Virgil raised an eyebrow: "City of Gold?"

"No, it's the Twilight Temple."

"It is the imperial tomb of the Twilight Dynasty that ruled the entire world eight thousand years ago... There, stored is a large amount of wealth, knowledge, and power that has long been forgotten by the world. Also lying there are the remains of the Twilight Kings of the Twilight Dynasty."

"A king...is awakening!"

Hiss! Even though they had been through enough shocks in the past period of time, at this moment, when they heard these words, Seraphina and Virgil both took a deep breath.

The origin of the Golden City is even more exaggerated than you might imagine.

Twilight Dynasty?

The Dusk Clan! It requires the gathering of all intelligent life forms in the Dusk Continent, including the giant dragons, and even the help of the gods... You read that right, not a certain god, but the help of the gods to suppress it.

And a Twilight King is awakening? Ha...

Ron was being conservative, this wasn't a disaster.

This is the end of the world! "Of course, the Twilight King won't wake up so easily." Ron continued, "Before the Twilight King wakes up, his children will be the first to wake up from their slumber, hatch from their eggshells, and be born from their placentas!"

"These are the young gods."

"And the most loyal guard will offer the most delicious, sweetest, and most nutritious blood and heart to his master."

"How many young gods are there?"

Ron shook his head: "I don't know, maybe dozens, hundreds, or even thousands?"

"No one knows how many offspring the Dusk King has. What I know is that even in his deep sleep, this Dusk King who is about to awaken is still giving birth to offspring in a special way."

Seraphina moved her throat slightly: "What about the black beasts? How many are there?"

"have no idea!"

Ron still gave the same answer: "I only know that the number of black beasts is dozens or hundreds of times that of the young gods."

"And currently, I only know of the existence of a black beast..."

"Who? Where?" Virgil asked immediately.

"Hermann!"

Virgil and Seraphina's eyes suddenly narrowed.

…

Kingdom of Granville.

Royal city.

The headquarters cathedral of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

A middle-aged man in a white robe with gold threads was walking quickly through the corridor.

He was in his forties, strong and healthy, with a tall torso, handsome face, and golden eyes that shone like the sun. He was a very attractive man... Especially for those girls who were attracted to older men, this man was extremely charming.

Apu Montgomery!

The Vice Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn! But at this moment, this elegant and noble man frowned.

Just a moment ago, he felt it.

Eden, Simon, and Marty, all three died. They were the bodyguards that Apu Montgomery arranged for his only son Hermann.

He used special means to control the life and death of the three people, which was enough to ensure their loyalty.

But just before that, all the ropes that the three people tied to Apu broke.

The only son Herman is in danger! This sudden situation did not seem to have any impact on Apu Montgomery. There was no tension or worry on his face. He walked at a steady pace and even responded to the greetings of other clergy with a gentle smile on his face.

"Where are you going...it's best not to leave the headquarters."

Just as Apu walked to the door of the church, a voice suddenly came from the side.

There is a hint of hoarseness in the laziness.

The sound is neither crisp nor pleasant, but it seems to be full of magnetism and has a unique charm.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a tall figure to the side.

She was a woman in her thirties, but time had not left many traces on her. At first glance, she looked no more than twenty years old. Her mature charm coupled with her tight and sexy figure created an incomparable temptation.

She had a plump figure, extremely plump.

The chest of the saint's dress was about to burst. It was obviously a conservative and holy saint's dress, but when worn by this woman, it exuded a seductive desire. The fabric stuck to her skin, revealing her uneven curves, fully displaying her beauty, and her round and plump legs supported her plump body.

The plain long skirt covered her ankles, revealing only a pair of white and tender feet. She was not wearing shoes or socks, just stepping on the cold floor.

The pair of cold eyes did not look at Apu Montgomery, but the Vice Pope felt the gaze.

His body stopped.

His expression was as indifferent as ever. He did not try to spy on the beauty of the woman. His eyes just drooped slightly: "Something happened."

It wasn't really an answer. Apu didn't seem to want to communicate too much with this woman and walked straight out of the church.

The woman did not stop him. She just raised her head and looked at the statue of the Goddess of Dawn in the church with a giggle on her face. It's a little dirty... She took out a white silk scarf and gently wiped the statue to remove the tiny dust.

Cleaning the church is her job.

"Daina..."

“You go to Larnaca!”

The woman seemed to be talking to herself, but a clear and cold response came from the shadows beside her: "I will obey your orders, Great Saint!"

This woman looks chaste, but gives people endless imagination and desire.

The Grand Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

Christian! Vice-Pope, wife of Apu Montgomery.

But, she is not Hermann's mother!

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