My queen is rebelling!

Accompanying the man's voice, a gentle sound of footsteps eerily drilled into everyone's ears.

The crowd followed the sound and looked over, a remarkably handsome man bathed in starlight, slowly stepping into the chaotic battlefield.

Although he was stepping on empty air, clear and powerful footsteps could be heard.

The man was tall and slender, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his nose was straight, his lips were thin and red, his face was handsome, and his dark hair was casually scattered over his shoulders, adding a touch of unruliness and casualness.

His steps were light, each step carrying a unique rhythm.

He stopped in front of the "Black Tomb" camp, and bowed elegantly to everyone, like a courteous nobleman.

He sincerely said to the Druid Grandmaster:

"Grandmaster, I think Grand Duke Roland is right.

It's better not to violate the restrictions set by the Five Nations Joint Conference."

The Druid Grandmaster smiled contemptuously:

"You, a 'Oathbreaker', would care about violating restrictions?"

Oathbreaker!

Cohen's eyes deepened, and a name surfaced in his mind—

Oathbreaker Garcia·Lance, a paladin who believes in the [Oath of Apostasy]!

Yes, the extraordinary profession of this effeminate and handsome man in front of him is the same as that passed down through Cohen's family for generations, also a paladin.

However, unlike the orthodox [Oath of Devotion], [Oath of the Ancients], or [Oath of Vengeance], the other party believes in the [Oath of Apostasy]!

To be precise, the [Oath of Apostasy] is the choice of those paladins who have abandoned other sacred oaths or refused to accept the orthodox paladin inheritance.

Garcia was once an orthodox paladin of the Light Church, but later he fell and chose to abandon the sacred oath.

Such traitors have always been a thorn in the side of a certain woman in the field who hates evil.

Carin Saint-Mera didn't have the composure that a saint should have at all. When she saw Garcia appear, she sarcastically mocked:

"Garcia, I didn't expect you to come too!

Don't you understand?

Your betrayal is just a farce, and the protagonist of this farce is a shameless clown.

No matter how much you pretend to be a courteous nobleman, you can't hide the disgusting greed and selfishness that emanates from your bones!

You traitor, you have been forever nailed to the pillar of shame!"

Garcia was not angry, and said:

"Beautiful Song Saint, I only have one question to ask you."

He paused, his voice seeming to penetrate the long river of history:

"I fought for glory and justice, bathed in blood on the battlefield, fearless of life and death.

But why should the soul of my beloved wife fall into hell after her death?"

—Garcia was born into a famous noble family, and was cultivated as a paladin of the Light Church since he was a child. He repeatedly made military exploits in several holy wars, but when he returned home with glory, he found that his beloved wife had committed suicide, and her remains were casually buried by the local bishop in the name of observing the doctrine.

(Doctrine of the Light Church: Light believers are strictly prohibited from committing suicide, otherwise their souls will not be able to ascend to the God's Kingdom after death.)

Carin's lips moved slightly, and she said coldly:

"Maybe it's because she knew that you would fall one day, so she was implicated!"

Although they belonged to opposing sides, Cohen couldn't help but complain.

This big silly girl is too classic, classically reversing the cause and effect.

If I were Garcia, I would definitely slap you twice before talking.

Fighting again will only add a few more lives to your subordinates.

I don't think you would want to see that situation."

After saying that, he gave the Lich King Nakes a look.

Today, it was obvious that the "Pale Wings" had set up a trap, and I was afraid that the identity of the "Phantom Corpse" had already been exposed.

Now that two Saints have appeared, I don't know how many more will appear later.

What's more, most of the power of the Northwest Headquarters is here.

Even if they two are not afraid, so many subordinates cannot all die here.

They must retreat quickly!

The auras on the two of them suddenly erupted, and they were about to lead the people of "Black Tomb" to retreat.

Suddenly, a thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye, as thin as a hair, almost integrated with the air, was甩来 from the void.

The thread went straight to the two corpse demons beside Mammon, the Lord of the Third Level of Hell, and bound them.

Everyone looked carefully, and it turned out to be a fishing line shining with a cold light!

The speed of this fishing line seemed very slow, but it was so strangely caught off guard by the two saints that they couldn't stop it at all.

They could only watch helplessly as it hooked the two legendary corpse demons, pulled them gently, and they fell down like two dead fish, directly seriously injured.

Garcia instantly came to the corpse demon, reached out and grabbed at the fishing line, but caught nothing.

"Who!"

Garcia shouted coldly.

Soon, a flattering voice came from everyone's ears:

"Your Excellency Privy Councilor's fishing skills are truly amazing.

With one shot, you caught two legendary big fish. Your subordinate is truly admirable!"

"It's okay, the main reason is that these two legendary guys are too useless.

Even the legendary domain is barely piled up with corpse energy.

If it weren't for the big tree of 'Black Tomb', they wouldn't be able to reach the legend at all.

They are considered to be at the bottom of the legend, only a little better than the average ninth rank."

The presumptuous conversation caused the expressions of the "Black Tomb" people to change drastically.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see two fishermen dressed as old and middle-aged men not far from Emerald Lake, commenting on the two legendary corpse demons with great interest.

When Garcia saw the people coming, a hidden look of surprise appeared on his effeminate face, and he said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency Privy Councilor!

Is Your Excellency Privy Councilor here to catch me back?

Although I have broken my oath, I have never targeted the people of the Light Church except for those local bishops who disrespected my wife's remains over the years.

I hope to keep a friendship with the Light Church!"

Light Church!

Garcia was shocked when he saw the people coming.

He never expected that the Light Church would be involved with the "Pale Wings"!

How could these stubborn, arrogant, and old-fashioned Light believers cooperate with a group of cunning merchants?

He was very familiar with both of these people in front of him.

The old one is Clement·Radiance, the Grand Archbishop of the Light Church, who was already a Saint when he was a temple knight of the church.

And the one beside Clement is Filno·Augustine, the Cardinal of the Western Region Empire, the newly promoted Saint of the Light Church in the past hundred years.

Two more Saints have appeared, even the proud Garcia can't help but feel heavy pressure.

Clement·Radiance smiled lightly:

"Your matter will be handled by the people of the Inquisition.

I'm not here for you today.

Speaking of which, I didn't expect 'Black Tomb' to send you here.

It seems that your Tomb Master really values [Golden Wings], could it be that you窥探ed a chance to become a god from above!"

Garcia naturally wouldn't respond to such words, he said in a deep voice:

"Then does Your Excellency Privy Councilor have any special instructions for coming here today?"

Clement·Radiance said playfully:

"There is really one thing I want to ask you to do, please return the Holy Cross of our Pope!"

The Holy Cross of the Pope of the Light Church?

As soon as these words came out, not only the people of "Black Tomb" were shocked, but even the people of "Pale Wings" looked at each other in dismay.

The Holy Cross of His Majesty the Pope of the Light Church was lost and is in the hands of "Black Tomb"!

This is really big news.

Garcia's eyes sank slightly:

"Your Excellency Privy Councilor is joking, where do we have any Holy Cross!"

"But someone said it's in your place!"

As he said that, Clement slowly turned his gaze to Cohen, who was mixed in the crowd, with a playful smile on his face—

Kid, you dare to command a Saint to be your thug, if you don't have some real skills, I'll see how you clean up this mess!