The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

After a series of rhythmic, crisp sounds, Olina entered the palace hall.

People on both sides, whether civil officials or military generals, all unconsciously made way for her, trying to keep themselves as far away from Olina as possible.

Finally, Orina stopped in front of the throne.

Dressed in a priestess's robe, she was aloof and noble, the supreme scepter in her hand emitting a faint light.

Beneath the hem of her skirt were pristine white lace stockings and crystal high heels.

Orina was indeed as stunningly beautiful as the legends said.

Faced with such noble beauty, not a single person present dared to harbor any impure thoughts.

They were terrified that they might accidentally reveal their true thoughts and bring about their own demise.

Behind Orina stood seven members of the Moon Knights, dressed in uniform and wearing masks.

Moreover, they were all women.

Looking at these people, the old king Bolaining felt dizzy and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Just now, he was thinking about how he should fight back if Olina really made a move.

But when he actually met Orina and the seven members of the Knights, Berlein realized how ridiculous his earlier thoughts had been.

The Church of Bysma is the magical authority on the continent.

As the High Priestess, Orina was certainly no ordinary person.

All seven members of the Moon Knights were, without exception, archmages with six magic circuits.

Orina herself possesses a terrifying seven magic circuits!

Rank, Elemental Messenger.

The old king could hardly believe his eyes.

The intelligence network of the Duchy of Ferrante is updated every two weeks.

In an era without the internet, where people could only exchange information through messengers, this update frequency was already considered quite fast.

So in the old king's eyes, until half a month ago, Orina was still a great mage.

Who would have thought that she would break through in just half a month?

The world of magic has a strict hierarchy and relies heavily on talent.

For an ordinary person of average talent, possessing five circuits in one's lifetime is already considered the pinnacle.

The sixth circuit is the watershed between geniuses and ordinary people.

Only those truly favored by heaven, and through tireless daily effort, can possess it.

But going beyond that requires more than just talent.

Besides exceptional talent, one in a million, one also needs decades of unwavering dedication, and most importantly,

luck.

Lacking any one of these elements, it's impossible to progress any further on the path to becoming a magician.

Now, Orina is an elementalist.

This also shows that she is truly God's favorite.

At this very moment, if she so desired, she could destroy the entire palace in milliseconds.

His own mages and the Ironthorn Guard would be crushed into mincemeat in the face of such power.

How could this be...?

The old king closed his eyes in despair, awaiting Olena's judgment.

"Your Majesty, King Phoenix Bernin of the Duchy of Ferrante, why do you close your eyes as soon as you see me?"

Berlein's eyelids twitched a few times before he slowly opened his eyes.

Despite being terrified inside, he still had to maintain the dignity of a king on the surface.

“Lady Orina. This is your first time visiting the Duchy of Ferrante. I think it would be a sign of respect to at least get your permission before I even look at you.”

You can tell he's a seasoned sycophant the moment he opens his mouth.

"I see." Orina remained aloof and unapproachable.

"However, on the streets of Canosa, I have fully felt Your Majesty's 'respect' towards me."

Upon hearing this, the old king Bolaining nearly suffered a heart attack and died on the spot.

Orina struck the ground heavily with her Supreme Scepter.

After a muffled thud, a member of the knight order used earth magic to create a throne on the ground.

Moreover, it is larger and more imposing than Berlenin's throne.

Olena sat down, her beautiful legs crossed.

Then the knight snapped his fingers, and the throne slowly rose until Orina could look down upon Berenein, at which point it stopped.

This behavior was undoubtedly a challenge to Bereinin's authority as king, especially in front of all the kingdom's ministers.

Everyone understood that this was Olina's warning to Berlein.

Normally, if anyone dared to do this, Berlenin would have executed them and hung their body outside the city gate to dry in the sun for a month.

But now, the other party is Orina, and something like that just happened.

Berlein could only suppress his resentment and dissatisfaction, forcing a smile with all his might.

"I hope Lady Orina can forgive me. This time, it was indeed my fault. I failed to do a good job of maintaining security in the royal city. I will make amends for the unpleasantness caused to you later."

"compensate?"

Orina snorted as if she had heard a vulgar joke, her eyes hardening with a layer of icy frost.

"Mr. Bernardin, what do you intend to offer as compensation?"

"Money, magic stones, and magical tools... As long as Lady Olina asks, I will prepare a sufficiently sincere compensation for you."

"hehe......"

Orina covered her face and chuckled softly, her eyes slightly narrowed.

“Mr. Berlein, I am truly heartbroken. So, in your eyes, the Chief High Priest of the Papacy is only worth some money and magic stones?”

Upon hearing this, Berlein felt a chill run down his neck, as if he had been lightly grazed by the scythe of death, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Some of the ministers below were already quietly retreating, pondering which direction to run in later.

"Please forgive me, Lady Orina..."

"enough!"

Orina's voice echoed throughout the palace like a divine oracle.

Whether it was the king, the ministers, or the trembling soldiers in the corner, they all felt their scalps tingle and their knees go weak.

If kneeling could calm Orina down even a little, they would definitely kneel down on the spot and offer their sincerest apologies.

“I don’t want to argue with you about these things. I was assassinated on the streets of Canosa, and as the king, you bear undeniable responsibility. As for how to punish me, that is for the judgment council of the Papacy of Bysma to decide.”

The old king opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, and dejectedly lowered his head.

Orina noticed his movement and smiled gently: "However, I am not a devil after all, and I was not injured in this assassination attempt."

“Mr. Berlein, if you want to save face for the Duchy of Ferrante, I will give you a chance.”

Upon hearing this, Bolai Ning's expression changed, and he immediately raised his head.

"I don't know what I can do to serve you."

"I think you should know about the gods of the outer realms."

The old king, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt his heart leap into his throat again.

A god from beyond the lands?!

The Church of Eternal Life?!

Could it be that Orina came here for this reason?!

If just moments ago he had only been lightly grazed by the Grim Reaper's scythe, now he felt the scythe raised high above his head.

It’s over.

It's all over.

"Within the Church of Bysma, there have been a few disgusting rats. They have betrayed the Church, betrayed the doctrine, and what is even more intolerable is that they actually worship so-called gods from beyond the realm."

"As far as I know, quite a few people in your country have been misled by them and become believers."

“Mr. Berlenin, if you wish to atone for your crimes, please hand over all those within your country who are associated with the gods of the outer realms, and assist us in our purge.”

Berlein's face turned ashen.

For no other reason than that he himself was one of the people Orina mentioned who were related to the gods of the outer realms.

Although he did not worship any so-called extraterrestrial gods, he secretly provided a lot of financial assistance to the people of the Holy See, so he could be considered a half-shareholder.

Thanks to the selfless dedication of his followers, he reaped considerable benefits and made a fortune.

Now Orina has come knocking on my door, demanding an explanation for this.

Even if he had a hundred lives, it wouldn't be enough for him to die!

The leader of a country?

Even a ruler of a country can die if he is killed!

Faced with the elemental messengers with seven circuits, they could only be mercilessly crushed, just like those mortals.

Bernin was in despair.

Olena completely ignored Berlein and continued speaking.

"Before I came to your country, I also heard some rumors that Mr. Bernin was involved."

Bernardin: "..."