That night, in a clean and elegant small building in the Dawn Castle, an underground room, a middle-aged man handed over the paper in his hand to several people on the other side of the table for circulation.

  The middle-aged man paced back and forth anxiously, opening his mouth to say: "How do you all view this news? The leader of the Dark Knights, Cortade, has secretly executed over a dozen Dark Knights, betraying the darkness. I reckon he's heading in our direction now."

  "Viscount Tavern! It's clear that this is a conspiracy, and if so, the Dark Knights' power will plummet again. In that case, Hannet's chances of victory will increase even more. If he really wins, we'll have no strength to resist." The people sitting there, obviously his loyal followers, exchanged glances with each other, and finally someone spoke up.

  "Absolutely cannot let Cortade and Harnett merge, the news says that Cortade also brought three knights, a dozen attendants, and three dark pastors. If their powers merge with Harnett's, then Harnett can make up for his last weakness and have a foundation."

  "And besides, Hanniet is probably already suspicious of us. The situation is getting more and more severe, even the nobles are dividing among themselves. We must take countermeasures quickly, but our time is running out. If we don't seize the opportunity, we'll never have another chance." Viscount Tavarna stopped, his eyes gleaming as he said sternly: "We need to gather all those still loyal to us and concentrate them in one place. Once Cortade is confirmed, we'll give him a fatal blow. If that's not possible, we'll keep an eye on him and make sure Hanniet loses his savior halo. Otherwise, we'll be at a disadvantage everywhere."

  But as he said this, he suddenly felt a bit stunned: "Huh, why is there fog here?"

  After the goddess of the earth built a temple, there was no more fog in the castle's surroundings, but at this time, a mist appeared quietly in the underground chamber, bringing an icy chill that seeped over.

  Looking at the fog, Viscount Tafnir suddenly turned pale: "Who, who is here?"

  Just then, the door opened silently, and a knight in a cloak appeared, followed by a black-robed priest also wearing a cloak. The silhouettes of these two figures emerged from the bewildering fog, making everything seem unreal.

  "Are you not talking about me? Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Dark Knight Cortade!" The man removed his mask, and instantly all the nobles retreated in fear. Although the stranger's face was handsome, it had a frightening pale complexion, with an ominous shadow forever following it - indeed, a Dark Knight!

  "Is it you Harnett's party who has come? Is he not the apostle of God? To conspire with darkness!" Lord Tavener let out a shrill cry.

  "It's no use, Viscount. Your voice has been sealed." The black-robed priest behind him said in a low voice, and at this time, Cortade had already drawn his long sword.

  "We'll fight it out with them." By this time, the viscount and his knights also knew that things could not be avoided, and they all drew their swords.

  "Ridiculous!" Kortade muttered, his long sword pointing forward. Thirty seconds later, everyone knew the formidable martial power represented by the first knight of the fragment. No one could withstand a single blow. The sword light flashed, and blood splattered everywhere. Even the knights present were considered good fighters, but they couldn't last for even a minute.

  "No, you're not going to kill me, I'm Viscount Tavera!" The viscount let out a shrill cry again, but this time it wasn't a warning, it was filled with fear.

  "Ugh!" The long sword pierced his body, and the viscount's voice immediately stopped. He opened his mouth, then a large amount of fresh blood flowed out from the wound and his mouth. Ten seconds later, his eyes dimmed and he died.

  "How foolish, don't you know that if a noble loses power, it's just superficial honor? And yet you dare to openly defy your superiors?" Kortade said with a cold smile, turning around and leaving, the priest followed behind him.

  Not far away, there was a horse-drawn carriage, which slowly drove into the castle without any incident and stopped right in front of the temple gate. The man wearing a cloak then entered as he had been instructed to do so.

  In the temple, renovation and decoration have been going on continuously. Craftsmen and servants are working with unprecedented enthusiasm. Of course, from a professional pastor's point of view, the temple is still very simple, without any restrictions or energy guidance specifically designed for it. However, the central altar is undoubtedly emitting a faint vibration of sacred energy. The vast and boundless energy makes all eighteen people present change color, which is an instant destructive force.

  "My lord!"

  "Baron Brimstone!"

  Coltard knights and all dark attendants as well as pastors came forward to pay their respects.

  "Do not call me Count Brieman anymore, I am now Pastor Barniel!" Count Brieman said calmly, at this time, his dark power still existed, but in the temple of God, it was not suppressed at all, and even the power of God was purifying and refining its power: "Also, you should pay homage to the great God's servant Hannit!"

  "Yes, I salute you, Great Divine One, Grand Duke Hanniet!" Everyone bowed down.

  "Korthac, can you tell us what's going on?" Harnett said.

  "Yes, Your Highness, I have already made excuses to kill 13 knights. The backbone of the Dark Knights has been broken by 70%. Next, the Deep Altar, I have destroyed it as much as possible. Although the destruction is not thorough due to the protection of the Deep Power, at least it cannot be repaired in a short period of time. Moreover, I have ordered the soldiers of the Dark Knights to rush to the designated location and have withdrawn most of the troops. The main city is now almost empty. To prevent the other side from using ordinary people for large-scale blood sacrifices to recover their power in a short period of time, I have driven away the civilians from the main city. You can quickly take over!"

  These messages are all good news, indicating that the power of the Abyss has already appeared at a very weak point in this aspect. Fang nodded and said: "Let's see, as the new spokesperson for the Abyss, Isado Hagt will be in this main city?"

  "This will definitely fix the Abyssal Altar, become the Dark Lord, all need to be in that location, no other choice." Said Barnil, who changed his name, he was very familiar with this.

  "What's the hesitation for? I'll perform the purification ritual for you right now!" Fang Xin said, he was the first person to start a belief on this aspect, as long as he was there, his status would naturally be the highest. The previous time with Count Brienman was an exception, but this time it had to be him who initiated it, of course, the actual execution could be done by Barnil, who had already become a pastor.

  Everyone nodded, and a group of people walked into the central hall in front of the altar of the temple.

  "In my name, I implore you, the person before your eyes is a choice, or destruction, it's up to you to decide!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the holy light on the altar suddenly jumped up again, almost spitting to the top of the temple. Then, Fang Xin dodged and watched the ceremony.

  Barnier knelt in front of the goddess's altar, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and began to recite a poem. Fang Xin listened carefully, and it turned out to be the "Houtu Wansheng Jing". As he chanted, the holy light began to fluctuate back and forth in a very regular pattern.

  Barnier's face was solemn and dignified, at this point, he naturally knew how to harmonize with the divine power. The crowd, on the other hand, all took off their black robes and knelt down, singing hymns.

  Unlike the first time, this time the holy light, under conscious guidance, did not massively invade everyone. Everyone around was a blank slate, with only a faint thread of holy light seeping in, but even that faint thread made everyone suffer and tremble, sweating profusely.

  Barnaby turned his head and asked: "Are you willing to unconditionally surrender yourself to God? Whether it's your mind, body, or even soul?"

  "We agree!"

  "God's path is not flat, we will have suffering and loss, are you all aware?"

  "We will forever follow God's path and let God's glory shine on the earth."

  "It is said that those who make vows to the gods will be saved, while the deceitful will perish!" As Baniel's words fell, holy light immediately poured down like a waterfall.