Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 62: As I said before, the fisherman can catch anything except fish! (Fourth update)
Along with the man's voice, a gentle sound of footsteps strangely entered everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an exceptionally handsome man bathed in starlight, slowly stepping into the chaotic battlefield.

Although stepping on the void, clear and powerful footsteps were heard.

The man was tall and slender, his black robe fluttering in the wind, he had a straight nose, thin and rosy lips, a handsome face, and long black hair casually scattered on his shoulders, adding a bit of unruly and casualness.

His steps were light, and each step had a unique rhythm.

He stopped in front of the "Black Tomb" camp and saluted everyone gracefully, like a well-mannered nobleman.

He said sincerely to the Druid Grand Master:

"Your Excellency, Grand Master, I think what Grand Duke Roland said makes a lot of sense.

It is best not to violate the restrictions set by the Five Nations Joint Conference."

The Druid Grand Master sneered:
"As an Oathbreaker, would you care about violating restrictions?"

Oathbreaker!
Cohen's eyes darkened, and a name emerged in his mind——

Oathbreaker Garcia Lance, a holy warrior who believes in the [Oath of Renegade]!
Yes, the extraordinary profession of this feminine and handsome man in front of him is the same as that passed down from generation to generation in the Cohen family, and he is also a holy warrior.

However, unlike the orthodox beliefs of [Oath of Dedication], [Oath of Ancient Sages] or [Oath of Revenge], the other party believes in [Oath of Treason]!
Specifically, the Oath of Apostasy is a choice for paladins who have renounced other sacred vows or refused to accept the orthodox paladin heritage.

Garcia was once an orthodox paladin of the Church of Light, but later fell into corruption and chose to betray his sacred oath.

Traitors like this have always been the thorn in the side of a certain woman who hates evil.

Jialin Saint Mela lacked the composure of a saint. Seeing Garcia appear, she sneered:

"Garcia, I didn't expect you to come too!

Don't you understand that your betrayal is a farce, and the protagonist of this farce is a shameless clown?

No matter how much you pretend to be polite and aristocratic, you cannot cover up the disgusting greed and selfishness that emanates from your bones!
You, the traitor, have been nailed to the pillar of shame forever!"

Garcia was not angry and said:
"Beautiful Miss Song Saint, I only have one question for you."

He paused, his voice seeming to penetrate the long river of history:
"I fought for glory and justice, bathing in blood on the battlefield, fearless of life and death.

But why did my beloved wife's soul go to hell after her death?"

——Garcia was born into a noble family and was trained as a holy warrior of the Church of Light. He made many achievements in several holy wars. However, when he returned home with glory, he found that his beloved wife had committed suicide and her body was buried casually by the local bishop in the name of complying with doctrine.

(The teachings of the Church of Light: Members of the Church of Light are strictly prohibited from committing suicide, otherwise their souls will not be able to ascend to the Kingdom of God after death.)
Jialin's lips moved slightly, and she said coldly:
"Maybe she knew you would fall one day, so she got implicated!"

Although they are on opposite sides, Cohen still couldn't help but complain.

This silly girl is so classic, a classic case of inferring the cause from the result. If I were Garcia, I would definitely slap you twice first.

Garcia was not angry. Perhaps it was because he had lost all hope. He said to the Grand Master Druid calmly:
"You can't keep me here, we at Black Tomb accept defeat this time.

Continuing the fight would only result in the loss of several more lives, and I don't think you want to see that happen."

After saying that, he gave the Lich King Nex a look.

It was obvious that "Pale Wings" had set up a trap today. I'm afraid the identity of "Phantom Corpse" had been exposed long ago.

Only two saints have appeared now, I wonder how many more there will be in a while.

What's more, most of the forces of the Northwest Headquarters are here. Even if the two of them are not afraid, so many men cannot die here.

We must retreat quickly!

The aura of the two men suddenly burst out, and they were about to retreat with the people from the "Black Tomb".

Suddenly, a thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye, as thin as a hair, and almost merged with the air was thrown out from the void.

The silk thread went straight to the two corpse demons beside Mammon, the lord of Minauros in the third level of hell.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was actually a fishing line that shone with a cold light! The speed of the fishing line seemed very slow, but it was so strange that the two saints were caught off guard and could not stop it at all.

He could only watch helplessly as it hooked the two legendary corpse demons and gently pulled them, causing them to fall down like two dead fish and be seriously injured.

Garcia instantly came to the corpse demon and reached out to pull the fishing line, but caught nothing.

"who!"

Garcia shouted coldly.

Soon, a flattering voice came to everyone's ears:

"Your Excellency, your fishing skills are truly extraordinary. You caught two legendary fish in one go. I truly admire you!"

"It's okay, the main thing is that these two legends are too useless. Even the legendary realm is barely built by relying on corpse qi.

Without the support of the Black Tomb, it would have been impossible to reach the legendary level.

It is considered the lowest among the legends, only slightly more powerful than the average ninth rank."

The conversation without paying attention to others made everyone in the "Black Tomb" furious.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw two fishermen dressed as one old and one middle-aged at the Emerald Lake not far away, commenting on two legendary corpse demons with great interest.

When Garcia saw the person coming, his feminine face showed an expression of unconcealed surprise, and he said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency!
Is Your Excellency the Privy Councilor here to take me back?
Although I broke my oath, I have never targeted anyone from the Church of Light over the years, except for those regional bishops who disrespected my wife's remains.

I hope to maintain a close relationship with the Church of Light!"

The Church of Light!

Garcia was shocked when he saw the person coming.

He never expected that the Church of Light would get involved with the "Pale Wings"!
How could this group of stubborn, arrogant, old-fashioned Illuminati believers cooperate with a group of cunning businessmen?

He was very familiar with both of the people in front of him.

The older one is the Privy Archbishop of the Church of Light, Clement Huimang. He was already a saint when he was still a temple guard of the church.

The person next to Clement was the Cardinal of the Western Empire, Ferno Augustine, the newest saint of the Church of Light in a hundred years.

The second saint appeared again, and even someone as proud as Garcia could not help but feel the heavy pressure.

Clement Huimang smiled lightly and said:

"Your case will be handled by the people in the arbitration chamber. I am not here to target you.

I never thought the Black Tomb would actually send you here. It seems your tomb owner really values the Golden Wings. Could it be that he's seen an opportunity to become a god from it?!"

Garcia naturally wouldn't respond to such a question. He said in a deep voice:
"Then, Your Excellency, does he have any special instructions for coming here today?"

Clement Huimang's playful taste:
"I do have a favor to ask. Please return the Holy Cross of our Pope!"

The Holy Cross of the Pope of the Church of Light?
When these words were spoken, not only the people from the "Black Tomb" were shocked, but even the people from the "Pale Wings" looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Holy Cross of His Majesty the Pope of the Church of Light was lost and is in the hands of the "Black Tomb"!

This is really big news.

Garcia's eyes sank slightly:
"Your Excellency, you must be joking. We don't have any Holy Cross!"

"But someone said it's right there with you!"

As he spoke, Clement slowly turned his gaze to Cohen, who was mixed in the crowd, with a smile that was not without evil humor on his face.

Boy, you dare to command the saints to be your thugs. You don’t have any real skills. Let’s see how you end up!

(End of this chapter)