Pastor Richard stayed in the Principality of Sarion for only two days, and the public property of the Temple of War was filled with a large group of muscle men. This time, the personnel who supported Pastor Richard were indeed the elite of the Temple of War in various places, but they were basically the thorns of the Temple of War in various places.

Of course, when the little thorns meet the old thorns, both sides can only decide the winner based on their ability. Pastor Richard used his iron fist to take turns to educate these irritable priests of the Temple of War in the tavern, so that when he received the order to set off, each of these people had bruises and swelling on his face.

"Move, you guys, you guys, have you guys, you guys, you guys, have you seen the fat on your butts. Do you want to save some fat for others to eat?" Pastor Richard, as a senior troll, was full of fire all the way, and the young guys were ashamed.

"Sir Richard, you will be the patriarch of an independent pastoral area in the future. Can you control it?" The middle-aged pastor who was in charge of receiving Richard before said with a bitter face: "Have you not learned anything from it in the Far South for so many years?"

"I'm very good in the Far South. If you hadn't begged me this time, I wouldn't have been lazy to come back." Pastor Richard brought a pair of toad mirrors given to him by a player in the Loess Zone and lit a combat combustion aid for himself. If he wasn't wearing the simple white priest robe, he would have been even better than a player: "Campas He didn't even ask me to change it, you're considered a fucking hair."

"You!" The middle-aged priest's face turned red. As the priest of the God of War, these priests are all irritable brothers who can ride their arms and legs. It is normal for these priests to roll up their sleeves and fight with one word.

But Pastor Richard is obviously the kind of calm and graceful man. His record in the Temple of War was enough to make any irritable brother calmly and gentlely reason with him.

The middle-aged priest closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't afford to offend the man in front of him, nor could he beat him. He was not even as good as the other party in terms of faith. Pastor Richard's grace was as heavy as that of the illegitimate son of the God of War.

If the organizational structure of the Temple of War is the same as that of the Morning Church, now he sees Pastor Richard 80% of the honorable Pastor. Fortunately, the great God of War Campas is not that kind of god, and the organizational structure of the Temple of War is closer to the army. Personal force and divine grace are not the only elements of assessment.

"I wish you a victory in the Europa Empire flag and a successful creation of a brand new parish." The middle-aged pastor bowed his head slightly and saluted Pastor Richard.

"I'm sure this pastor!" Pastor Richard smiled confidently, waved his hand, and disappeared from the distance of the horizon with his team.

"As you see, I actually don't want to see you." In the Royal Palace of Shabak City, His Majesty Reinhardt sat in the conference room with full arms, and on the other side of the long conference table were two people, Xu Yichen and Ambassador Xiao Zhengjun.

The three-meter-long conference table has become His Majesty’s first line of defense, and the armor on him is one of the prizes in the future Glory War Soul Competition. The legendary armor [Roland’s Copper Wall and Iron Wall] can automatically generate an energy shield with extremely strong defense when the wearer is attacked. This is his second line of defense.

The [Escape Ring] worn by His Majesty the Emperor is his trump card. As long as he is activated, he can be teleported back to his safe house immediately.

After entering the game, Reinhardt has been fighting the cumbersome official documents, with a poor level three. If Torchwood had not provided a large amount of advanced equipment, he would have even had a problem with self-protection.

"But some bad news makes me have to agree with the proposal of the damn entertainment company, and meet you, at least they can provide reliable cover." Reinhardt glanced at the magic hourglass on the table: "I think we have enough time to talk about our issues before those reporters arrive."

Ambassador Xiao Zhengjun shrugged. He was summoned by the Emperor almost every two days to deal with various complaints about the New China. He was already used to his tone.

"Why should the Loess District interfere in our internal affairs?" Reinhardt frowned and rebuked: "We have sufficient evidence to prove that you are colluding with the Mao Federation and the Temple of War, and we will take advantage of the Glory War Soul Competition to divide our territory."

"We don't have this plan." Ambassador Xiao Zhengjun answered sincerely: "This is definitely a slander against us!"

Xiao Zhengjun swore that this was definitely one of the few moments in his life when he told the truth and was definitely worth remembering. The plans of Mao Federation and the Temple of War must have nothing to do with the Loess Zone. There was no plan in this regard. Everything was created by Huang Laoxie!

"The priests in the Temple of War are already on the way. The Church of Morning will not sit and wait for death, nor will we." Reinhardt punched the table: "You may very likely lead to a complete opposition between the two major churches, and there is no benefit to the world!"

"I thought we had a tacit understanding. The dimensionality reduction plan had been discussed with you in advance by the Torchwood Organization. There was no competitive relationship between us. We were just a poor person who wanted to live in peace in this world." Reinhardt said to Ambassador Xiao Zhengjun: "On the other side, the whole world belongs to you. Can't we give us some space in this world?"

"I have already said that all this is with us..." Ambassador Xiao Zhengjun was interrupted by Xu Yichen.

"His Majesty Reinhardt, it is no secret to us what the dimensionality reduction plan is." Xu Yichen said to the nominal Europa Emperor: "This world is real, and it is still just a game world for us. When you choose to enter the game world and give up your identity as a player, you lose the opportunity to talk to us in the same way."

His Majesty Reinhardt took a deep breath, looking at Xu Yichen's face, the political roughness over the years gave him enough patience to wait for the other party to finish his words.

"When the dimensionality reduction plan is over, or when the Honor War Soul Competition ends, our relationship is the relationship between players and the indigenous people." Xu Yichen stood up, and the shocking effect brought by the title of Black Wolf Lord made His Majesty the opposite emperor dare not look directly into his eyes: "Whenever we do anything, we don't need to explain to the Europa Empire."
Chapter completed!