"Mr. Morin... Holy Lord, your coronation day is in three days."

Gray walked beside Maureen. He looked at Maureen, thought for a moment, and spoke softly.

Maureen nodded but said nothing.

He was wearing a black and gold robe embroidered with many gold threads. Under the skylight, the gold threads glowed beautifully and vaguely, giving people a sacred and solemn feeling.

This is Morin’s Holy Lord robe. He is about to become the Holy Lord, the master of all humans in the Purgatory world. In three days, he will be crowned.

"Gray, you seem to have something else to say to me?" Maureen turned around and looked at Gray quietly.

Gray was startled, then he nodded and said, "Holy Lord, I would like to ask the previous saint, who is..."

"The saint is no longer a saint."

"In other words, the Saint is no longer human."

Maureen said calmly, "Gray, I think you understand what I mean."

Gray remained silent and said nothing.

Before, the reason why they did not fight to the death to avenge the Saint was not only because Morin was very powerful, but also because the Saint's actions made them completely disheartened.

Not only did the human saint attack the human knights, but he also turned into a strange appearance without any human aura. This was something that no knight noble could accept.

It is also a good idea to let Morin become the Holy Lord. After all, Morin, the mysterious knight, is the most powerful person in the entire Purgatory world.

After all, the Saints are not loyal to any one person, but want to unify the power of the entire human race in the Purgatory World, allowing everyone to operate under absolute power so that humanity can continue to develop.

So now, the Saints Sect can be called the Holy Lord Sect.

When Gray thought of this, he felt relieved. He looked at Maureen and took a deep breath, then he knelt down in front of Maureen.

"Holy Lord."

Gray's forehead pressed against the smooth marble floor.

"Get up, Gray." Morin looked forward and said lightly, his voice coming over softly.

As if he had thought of something, Morin tilted his head slightly and said, "By the way, Gray, I want you to work with Claire to destroy some knight families."

"The Remanov family."

"The Snooker family."

"The Casey family."

“…”

Maureen whispered some family names.

These knight families were all the knight families to which the knights who had previously come out to provoke Morin belonged. The knights killed by him were the core and backbone of those knight families. The knight families could not erase the hatred in their hearts towards Morin, so Morin naturally took the lead to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

The most serious of them was the Remanov family. When the manor was abandoned, Fred, the patriarch of the Remanov family, led a large number of knights and wanted to surround and kill him.

Gray's body trembled, and he wanted to say something, but when he raised his head, he saw Maureen's indifferent face.

"Okay, Holy Lord."

"I will lead the Knights Templar there immediately."

Gray said this, stood up, bowed to Morin, then strode away holding the cross sword at his waist.

Maureen looked at Gray's back as he left, then turned her head and looked at the scenery in the distance.

The palace was a deep black, which was Morin's request. He asked many powerful knights to build a palace on a high mountain in the center of the holy city.

This is his palace.

Holy Palace.

The knight nobles accepted the fact that Morin became the Holy Lord, and they began to spread the word. Soon, all humans in the Purgatory World knew that the Saint had died for some other reasons, and that everyone would have a new Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord will be crowned in three days.

People were talking about it and discussing it non-stop.

However, something happened before the Holy Lord was crowned.

The nobles of the Holy Lord's sect led a large number of Knights Templar and massacred many knight families.

"All the members of the Remanov family are dead..."

"Yes, about one or two hundred people."

"this……"

People looked at the building of the Remanov family and talked about it. Only after the knights had left for a long time did they dare to slowly approach it.

When they opened the door, they were completely stunned by the scene inside.

There were many corpses lying inside the door, both men and women, old and young, and no one survived.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and blood was flowing on the ground, forming a pool of blood.

People's faces turned pale with fright, and some even vomited on the spot.

The Remanov family is just one of them, and there are many other knight families.

After all these things, everyone knew that this Holy Lord was not a weak man. He might be gentle and kind, but when he took action, he was absolutely ruthless.

Not only ordinary people, but even other knights and nobles were deeply shocked and became quiet.

In this way, Maureen established his majesty.

Time passed slowly, and soon, it was three days later.

The weather was very good, the sky was bright and the wind was blowing slowly.

Morin was wearing a black and gold robe, sitting upright on the huge bed, his expression calm. He had a handsome face and skin as white as jade, as if he was a teenager, but at this moment, he looked full of indescribable majesty.

The Templars rode their war horses, cleared the streets, and moved slowly forward, guarding Maureen.

People were looking at their new Holy Lord with flickering eyes and talking in low voices.

Soon, they arrived at the coronation platform.

Mo Lin's mind moved slightly, and immediately, he was wrapped in a ball of black and red flames. After a flash, the black and red flames dissipated, and Mo Lin appeared on the platform.

He looked down and saw a lot of people and a lot of faces.

"My name is Morin."

"Maureen Olson!"

"From now on, I am the Holy Lord, the Lord of mankind!"

Morin's indifferent and solemn voice rang out.

He raised his hand slightly, and a scepter made of black and red flames appeared in his hand.

Countless black and red flames shot up into the sky, spreading out in circles, dyeing the entire sky into endless black and red.

"Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord!"

Gray knelt down before Morin, Clare knelt down before Morin, Foren knelt down before Morin, the knights of the Holy Lord knelt down before Morin, the knights of the Liberal Party knelt down before Morin, all the knights knelt down before Morin, and all the civilians and ordinary people knelt down before Morin.

Everyone knelt down before Morin.

In Morin's hand was a scepter that looked like a black and red crystal. There was a faint light in his eyes, making him look indescribably noble and evil.

At this time, Morin became the master of all humans in the Purgatory world.

He is the Holy Lord.