In the Holy City, Earl Pop who spewed nonsense trying to destabilize people's hearts was directly captured, and his description could only be described as horrifying.
A blinding light illuminated the entire night sky, turning tens of kilometers into scorched earth, constituting a region of death, where anyone daring to enter mysteriously rotted away and died.
Previously, Randall had been adamant in disbelief, questioning how those wizards, who hid overseas like gnawing mice for hundreds of years, could possess such formidable power.
However, at this moment, he had no choice but to believe—they had actually killed the incarnation of the Lord!
"My Lord, should we now recall the expeditionary army and gather all forces to annihilate these blasphemers?" Randall suggested.
Even when the kingdom had fallen, Randall hadn't taken these wizards seriously, but now it seemed they were powerful enough to shake the foundations of the Church and the Empire!
