"Don't be nervous, Lambert." Russell's steady and powerful voice penetrated the room and penetrated the eardrums of the two people, conveying a strange power.

Somehow, Lambert and Hailey's impatient hearts relaxed slightly, at least they no longer looked as backless as before.

"Your Highness! The situation is critical now. We must evacuate to a safe area!"

Lambert bowed and looked serious.

"Yes, I understand." The door did not open as expected. Instead, he continued to speak slowly in a calm tone: "Go downstairs. The royal family is already waiting for you. Hand over to him.

All matters.

I have obtained emergency asylum rights from the royal family and will follow them to leave this continent on an intercontinental ship.

Things are worse than you think. Perhaps, our entire church will have to leave the Eastern Continent.

Okay, let's go and meet the royal family.

Take our people, evacuate with them, and get on the ship!"

Lambert's eyes widened and he was startled.

"Your Highness, when will..."

"It's not time to tell you these things yet." The cold tone made Lambert instantly regain his position and recover from the extremely panic mood.

"Yes." He didn't say much, keeping this heavy news deep in his heart.

The entire Chaos Church is about to evacuate the Eastern Continent. What happened? As Russell's personal guard, he knew part of Russell's plan.

Taking root in the imperial capital is the next step for the Chaos Church. In the past few days, he has been collecting all information about the Golden Oak family in accordance with Russell's orders.

He knew that this family that had offended the great missionary leader was probably coming to an end soon, and would be very unlucky to become a victim of the Chaos Church as it took root.

Unexpectedly, after just one day, His Highness Russell told him to retreat.

Something very important must have happened! The impact of this incident is very terrifying!

"Hai Li, will you leave the Eastern Continent with us?" the familiar pleasant voice continued to ask.

Haili, who was still a little confused, said "Ah" and came back to her senses.

Her expression was tangled, with a little fear and fear, and she hesitated and said: "But, my parents are both in Lanzas City..."

"Bring them together. Believers in the Chaos Church in Lanzas City who are willing to follow us can leave.

Staying in the Eastern Continent... is very dangerous.

This will be an extremely horrific disaster, and you'd better think about it carefully before making a decision.

If you are unwilling, then I will ask Lambert to arrange the fastest train or ship for you, and you can go directly back to Lanzas City."

After hearing Russell's words, Hailey fell into thinking for three seconds.

She still found it a little hard to accept, how could it be so good, as if the end of the world was about to come...

"Mr. Luo... Russell, I will write a letter to my parents right now!"

"No, get on the boat first." Russell's voice was very logical and methodical. "Overall, the situation in the Imperial Capital is similar to what Lambert described, and can even be said to be more dangerous.

Leave the imperial capital first and then notify your parents.

Don't worry, I will let the believers in Lanzas City take them to escape with them. We have two warships in Lanzas City with very good carrying capacity, and they belong to the military.

No matter how many people there are, they can still fit in."

Lambert nodded slightly to her and said: "Your Highness is right, Lanzas City is still very safe. Someone who may encounter misfortune may cause us."

Then, he turned his head and asked: "Your Highness, what about you?"

"I still have things to do. You guys get on the boat first. I will go to the dock on my own with the help of others. Don't worry about your safety. If you feel lost, Lambert." Russell's voice paused and he smiled: "

Hurry up and break through the archbishop, you are not strong enough to follow me to achieve great things."

Hearing the ease in Russell's words, Lambert felt a little sad. He nodded and said, "Yes, I understand!"

"Let's go, Miss Hailey."

In the room, the soft and boneless 'Russell' had his face pressed against the pillow, looking limp.

Linnard, who was dozens of miles away, was immersed in the billowing heat and suffered the torture of being shattered to pieces, but he still used a little distraction to control the puppet Russell and talk to Lambert.

After leaving the Chaos Cult's men to Therma, he could finally free up his whole body and devote himself to the battle.

His coat was frayed in almost all places, and he looked a little embarrassed. However, this did not affect the arrogance rising in his body at all. His nerves were tense, like a beast in hunting mode.

!

In front of him, the current Pope of the Holy Sky Church, Saint Wright, did not change much in his body shape.

Like Lynyrd, he maintains a basic human form.

However, his appearance has completely changed. His skin is similar to that of St. Lawrence before, and has become a little sparkling, like a finely carved gem.

But compared with him, St. Lawrence's appearance seemed too erratic and unstable, not at all as solid as St. Wright's current appearance.

If he hadn't seen Saint Wright's true form before, Linnard would have almost thought he had seen an alien creature.

His skin was like that of a star god, he was draped in a set of luxurious robes of light, his hair was flowing, and his unruly face had a pair of unruffled eyes that looked at Linnard quietly, without any trace of what a human should have.

emotions.

Saint Wright made a fist with his right hand and clenched it tightly with his long and luminous fingers. If you ignored the light that seemed to be a special effect, this was just an ordinary fist.

However, even with this fist, the space where it passed immediately collapsed inch by inch.

The vibrations like water ripples spread out slowly along the center of the fist.

After the space collapsed, the entire plane seemed to have been traumatized. From the torn space, a huge push of causal lines that was cut in half was squeezed out.

This is a vision that only Lynard can see. Because he has experienced facing the line of cause and effect and the river of destiny for a short time, and his eyes have real vision, he can see the line of cause and effect in the void.

‘This is the line of cause and effect for countless creatures in the plane. Because the void was torn apart, cause and effect were cut off and chaos occurred.

This disorder is both random and fixed.

The people who died under Saint Wright's punch were the ones who had the ending of 'death' fixed, but other people also had a certain chance of being cut through their own cause and effect by this punch, leading to sudden death.

For example, it is entirely possible for an ordinary person in another province, an awakened person, to have his fate greatly affected after this punch. Because his relatives and friends died, what originally belonged to him was robbed by others, thus being contaminated.

die!'

Linnard had a feeling in his heart. He realized that Saint Wright's punch seemed simple, but in fact it was the result of the latter's all-out effort!

This is a punch that is comparable to the ‘Naya’ used by Linard when he killed Russell!

Under Linard's move, Russell was no better than the lowest ant and had no power to resist at all.

Linnard even relied on this move to resist the severing of the arm of the man who seemed to be a god!

This is a supreme method involving 'cause and effect' and 'destiny'. Linard knows the most about the power of Saint Wright's punch!

"Why do low-dimensional bugs and ants-like beings want to provoke the Son of God?" Saint Wright looked at Linnard without saying a word, but his thoughts ran through the world, as if the whole world was questioning him and torturing him.

Countless eyes were reflected from the torn void. They were the eyes of those whose causal lines were affected. They were in great pain and were asking why Lynard wanted to harm them?!

If you are a person with a slightly weaker will, I am afraid that you will be trembling at that time and find it difficult to control yourself.

"Hahaha!!!" Linard smiled, imitating Saint Wright's appearance just now, and said word by word: "Despicable means."

This method of spiritual power to move the world and influence the enemy was a trick he had just used. Now that Saint Wright had done it again, he found it a bit funny.

Of course, Linard also knew that these illusions and the appearance of overwhelming others were not Saint Wright's true thoughts, but just the natural chain when this method was activated.

But this does not prevent him from speaking first and mocking the other party.

In the next fight, momentum and intention will become the key to winning or losing, and Leonard is sparing no effort to attack his opponent!

Saint Wright was indifferent. His eyes seemed to be staring at Linnard, and he seemed to be looking across countless galaxies and starry skies into the uninhabited depths of the universe.

Only the fist that gathered everyone's attention slowly pushed away time and space and moved towards Linnard's head in an irresistible manner.

Slow, these are just the psychological feelings of bystanders. In fact, the speed of this punch was as fast as lightning.

It's just that everyone who is lucky enough to see Saint Wright's punch will have their eyes involuntarily attracted to the fist. Being too mentally obsessed will slow down the reaction to the outside world, giving rise to the illusion of slowness.

Linnard, as the target of this punch, was naturally affected.

If it hadn't been for the previous confrontation, he would have noticed through the inconsistency in the speed of his consciousness and his sight that he had made an error in judging the speed of his fist, and quickly adjusted it.

I'm afraid he will foolishly want to dodge, trying to control the situation with speed.

Outside the battlefield, high in the sky.

The hundreds of surviving bishops, archbishops, and higher-level red archbishops of the Holy Sky Church all gathered together in one place.

St. Wright and Lynyrd, dozens of miles away, are nothing more than two blurry black dots in the eyes of those with excellent vision.

However, they could clearly see Saint Wright's glowing right hand and the fist that passively attracted the attention of countless people.

"His Holiness the Pope!"

“Teach…the Pope!”

Every bishop who almost died under the coming of Lynard's Holy Light was shouting. Just looking at His Highness the Pope's fist, they felt like they were sweating like rain and trembling. Their scalps felt like they were being struck by an invisible force.
To be continued...