The Mediterranean Bishop, upon seeing what Sifolmo produced, raised his hand without thinking and unleashed a beam of light.
He intended to destroy the hard drive; as long as it didn't exist and Sifolmo was silenced, the truth of the matter would be whatever they decided.
However, this beam of light was directly shattered by White Dragon's claw, causing the Mediterranean Bishop's expression to change. He hadn't expected the other party to have a True Order expert.
But even if they were True Order experts, this was the headquarters of the Church of Glory.
Sifolmo shrugged, "What if you take this hard drive? I've already transmitted the most crucial data back. Your actions have been exposed, and targeting us further will only bring trouble upon yourselves, wouldn't you agree?"
Seeing the Mediterranean Bishop's displeased expression, Sifolmo smiled slightly and beckoned to Ye Wen and Lin Zheyuan, "Let's go, let's go. I suspect the association will cancel tours to the Holy City from now on. The people here are just too inhospitable."
The Mediterranean Bishop pondered for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed loudly, "You are not allowed to leave! Hand over the Chalice of Divine Blood first!"
The Chalice of Divine Blood was of great importance to the Church of Glory. Since they were now on Church of Glory territory, there was no reason to let it be taken away.
Sifolmo sighed helplessly. It was clearly the best option to let them go now, but these people insisted on seeking trouble.
After the order was given, there was no movement for a long time. The Mediterranean Bishop looked at his subordinates strangely, finding their faces filled with tension and fear.
He followed his subordinates' gaze towards that direction and suddenly his legs went weak, forcing him to grab onto someone's sleeve to steady himself.
To the side of Sifolmo and the others, a woman in a white dress had appeared at some unknown time. This woman was looking at the Mediterranean Bishop with a half-smile.
The woman was of絶世 beauty, with a white dress that had high slits on both sides, revealing enviable, dazzlingly white, slender legs.
She stood barefoot on the ground, yet her feet remained unstained by any dust. Her neck and limbs were adorned with golden metal rings.
The Mediterranean Bishop recognized this woman, as did every high-ranking official of the Church of Glory.
"I'm taking them with me. You don't want to stop me, do you?" the woman said casually, flicking her hair.
"We won't stop you. Please, be our guest."
The Mediterranean Bishop wiped the cold sweat from his brow and took a step back. His subordinates all retreated five to ten paces.
The fear of this woman was etched into the hearts of the Church of Glory's high-ranking officials.
Ye Wen's face lit up with joy. She walked to the woman, her eyes shining like stars. This was her idol!
Sifolmo, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. He had only requested aid from the East Oil Region, never expecting this person to appear personally. Now, they would not face the slightest trouble.
"Since you're not going to stop us, then scram. You old cabbage stalks make me sick."
"Yes, we'll be going now."
The Mediterranean Bishop's face was pale as he meekly agreed, but inwardly he felt a sense of relief. He had thought he might lose the rest of his hair too.
After the Church of Glory contingent disappeared, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Sifolmo and Lin Zheyuan bowed, but the woman waved her hand, indicating it wasn't necessary.
She then turned her attention to Ye Wen, with a hint of admiration in her eyes, "You must be Ye Haimo's daughter, right? How could your father, that old eggplant, have such a beautiful girl like you? Come with me later, I'll take you to Bythia for fun."
She then looked at Sifolmo, "You should have other companions. Go contact them, I'll take you out together. Afterwards, you can go back or go to Bythia as you please."
"As long as you are within the East Oil Region's territory, the Church of Glory will not dare to touch you."
"But before that, you need to tell me what exactly happened during the previous Calamity War."
The reason this woman arrived so quickly was that before Sifolmo requested help, she had already sensed the Calamity War breaking out here, so she had rushed over from the other end of the East Oil Region.
...
The Mediterranean Bishop and his men retreated a certain distance before they collectively let out a sigh of relief.
In front of that woman, he didn't even dare to fart.
The reason was that the Mediterranean Bishop had personally witnessed.
The current Pope was pinned beneath this woman, beaten into a pig's head with a barrage of punches...
During that process, the Mediterranean Bishop was so terrified that he relaxed his sphincter, releasing a puff of gas.
Then, that woman shaved his head into a Mediterranean hairstyle. Whether it was due to extreme fear or some superpower the woman used, the Mediterranean Bishop had remained bald-headed ever since.
His thick, jet-black long hair was gone forever.
This woman's name was Ishna, the Condemner of the East Oil Region, revered by local superhumans as – the War Goddess of the Morning Star!
Ishna always claimed to be an eighteen-year-old girl, but she said the same thing when the Mediterranean Bishop's grandfather was still a protein.
However, her age was a taboo in the East Oil Region, so very few dared to gossip about it.
Once, the current Pope had intended to expand his faith into the East Oil Region, making it his base of operations.
Halfway through the plan, Ishna discovered it, and then he was beaten by Ishna, and the plan was indefinitely shelved. Sultan Novel Network
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Wen Wen was unaware that a Calamity-level threat had appeared to support the Demon Hunter's side.
Even if he had known, he wouldn't have wanted to meet a Calamity-level expert at this stage. He would communicate with these god-like beings only when he himself possessed god-like power.
He teleported to Tao Qingqing's side. Before she could react, he grabbed her arm and the tail of San Zai, teleporting frantically.
He didn't want to stay in this wretched place for another second. If the Church of Glory knew Mo Gong was related to him, they would probably want to flay him alive.
However, as he fled, Wen Wen's face held a sweet expression.
All the materials for the clone ritual had been gathered, and his own strength had reached a bottleneck, needing only to break through a thin layer of paper to complete. He had gained so much.
However, Tao Qingqing and San Zai were not in a good mood. This method of movement was torture for them.
When Wen Wen stopped, the vampire and the snake bent over simultaneously to vomit.
Wen Wen scratched his head, took two steps back, and then unfurled a map.
His next destination was located on the other side of the East Oil Region, in the most prosperous city in the entire region, Bythia—north of a desert, which was the ideal location for performing the ritual.
The desert itself was nothing special, but that coordinate was crucial.
Just as the Pure White Demon needed to borrow the power of the starry sky for its descent, the clone ritual, to achieve perfection, also needed to borrow the power of the starry sky.
However, this ritual did not require as much as the descent ritual; it only needed a specific location.
Every morning, the first ray of sunlight shining upon that location would cause the sun's power to resonate with the power of the starry sky, forming a special energy phenomenon, and that phenomenon was the best aid for the clone ritual.