At this time.
A red-haired monk came running towards them.
He stopped panting, the sweat on his forehead gleaming faintly in the candlelight.
"Pope Walter, we found someone from the Hermit Society!"
The space suddenly became quiet.
"What did you say? The Hermit Society?"
There was a hint of shock in Walter's voice.
He no longer cared about the red-haired monk's unruly behavior and stood up and approached the red-haired monk.
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure!"
The red-haired monk nodded firmly.
"We found traces of their spiritual power in the tunnel on the east side. They are definitely extraordinary people who have reached the great perfection of the Foundation Establishment Stage. There is no doubt about it!"
"This kind of cultivation, apart from the old monsters that may be hidden in China, can only be possessed by those who are hermits!"
The red-haired monk spoke in a firm tone, with a hint of awe in his eyes.
The believers nearby looked at each other, fear gradually showing on their faces.
Hermit Society!
That is an organization that has never suffered any defeat since its emergence, and it can move freely among the forces of various countries.
If they intervene, the variables of the ceremony will increase a lot more!
And from the news we got.
The other party has followed them and found the inside of the secret realm!
Almost made it to the ceremony!
An uncontrollable fear rose in their hearts.
On the contrary, Fu Cheng felt ecstatic.
He knew the Hermit Society, which was a neutral and lawful organization.
If I saw so many people being kidnapped, I would definitely rescue them.
It is impossible for him to deal with this group of people alone.
But the Hermit can!
This is his chance to escape!
Fu Cheng pricked up his ears and listened carefully, not missing a single word.
See if you can find any clues from it, get in touch with the hermit, and lead him over.
The physical strength in the body is rapidly disappearing.
Fu Cheng bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to stay awake.
This was probably caused by the strange formation under him. He couldn't just fall asleep like this!
Next to him, the red-haired monk was still reporting anxiously.
"They moved very cautiously. We only found traces of their spiritual power, but we couldn't find their whereabouts."
"What is certain is that there are definitely more than one of them!"
"Your Holiness, what should we do?"
"Quiet!" Walter's voice was not loud, but it echoed throughout the space.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at the red-haired monk.
"What does it look like to have hairy hands and feet?"
"Even if they are from the Hermit Society, they still can't get in. What are you worried about?"
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He not only looked at the red-haired monk, but also scanned the believers around him.
The red-haired monk was not the only one whose mind was wavering.
After waiting for two seconds, Walter continued.
"No matter how powerful the Hermit is, he is only human! And our Lord is God!"
"Humans can never be higher than gods!"
"Only Christians and pagans recognized by me can enter the ceremony site. What can the Hermit Society do?"
"Are you doubting the Lord's power?"
The monks quickly bowed their heads and repented.
"Of course not!"
"Praise the Lord!"
"Give everything for my Lord!"
Fu Cheng listened and his heart skipped a beat.
Can’t the people from the Hermit Society come in?
What should he do then?
Seeing the believers' eyes gradually become firm, the fear slowly dissipated because of what I just said.
Walter looked away with satisfaction.
"At this point, all we need is the final sacrifice, and the ceremony will be complete!"
"All we need to do is capture a few wizards from the Gregardi Alliance!"
"As long as we successfully obtain the artifact, we can defeat the Hermit Society and become famous!"
"At a time like this, we must not be defeated by our own fear!"
Fu Cheng's eyes became even more terrified.
Good job!
He really is a sacrifice!
Doesn't that mean I'll die after the ceremony?!
No, he must save himself before the people from the Hermit Society arrive!
Fu Cheng slowly moved on the ground towards the gate.
It might not be of any use, but he had to do something!
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he was kicked in the butt again.
Fu Cheng hurled flames of anger at his eldest nephew.
It’s already this time and we’re all hostages.
The other party still used his strength to kick him?
His eyes kept rolling, trying to convey the swear words that he couldn't say through tacit understanding.
Fu Shaoming rolled his eyes and gestured for him to look to the right.
As a result, when he turned his head, Fu Cheng almost had a tacit eye contact with the monk above his head.
He was so scared that he pretended to be dead instantly!
Come on, buddy, you even care about the sacrifice moving around???
The formation space is so large, can't we even move?
Although he was full of complaints in his heart, all Fu Cheng could do was to calm down.
Use the remaining energy to stay conscious and monitor the monks' conversation.
The red-haired monk hesitated to speak, but then he couldn't help but speak.
"Pope, how much more vitality do you need from the sacrifice?"
"The barrier has a time limit each time it's opened. We really... don't have much time!"
"Not much, not much, just ten intermediate wizards will do." Walter replied.
In order to allow other monks to prepare for the arrival of the Gregadi Alliance with peace of mind, he simply introduced the structure of the formation.
As the Pope of Isreal Christianity, he is the only one who can understand the scrolls that guide the artifact.
Naturally, he was the only one who knew best about the formation steps needed to be lit in order to open the secret room where the artifact was stored.
After some explanation, everyone felt much more relieved.
"Pope, can the divine weapon really be so powerful?" A monk couldn't help but ask, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Walter suddenly became sharp: "Who is talking?"
The monk who was speaking fell to his knees with a plop, his voice trembling with nervousness.
"I'm sorry, sir! I never doubted the Lord's power, but, but..."
"I know." Walter interrupted him lightly.
"Of course, it's impossible for an ordinary divine weapon to defeat the Hermit Society."
"The rumor that the Nine Provinces Tripod obtained by China can dispel the fog of disaster is just a rumor."
"In fact, we have been exploring outside the borders for so long, and the strength of these foreign creatures is far inferior to the ghosts in the White Mist Disaster!"
"The Pharaoh's scepter only caused a torrential rain in Egypt to alleviate the drought."
"It sounds like a divine weapon is just a weapon that is slightly more powerful than an ordinary supernatural item."
"Then..." The talkative monk who knelt on the ground hesitated to speak.
"But that's just an ordinary artifact!" Walter's voice suddenly rose.
Walter's tone was full of confidence, as if everything was already under his control.
"What our Lord left us isn't a divine artifact, it's a holy relic! How could it possibly be comparable to the artifacts of other gods?"
"Our Lord's authority is supreme, and He is kind and merciful to all beings."
"The holy objects He left for us naturally possess infinite power!"
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