Unspeakable bubbles

"..."

Jinmian was stunned for a moment, then tried to climb in through the window, but after several attempts, she failed once again.

An ordinary dormitory room suddenly became eerie after the young girl stepped in.

"Golden Mask, Golden Mask!"

Isabel called out the name of the royal guardian, staring in horror at the little girl, then crossed her arms and huddled in a corner.

"Don't do that, Bubble isn't a bad person."

The little girl looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Bubble is here to have a proper conversation with you."

"What does 'channel' mean?"

Your return gift lacked sincerity!

"A return gift... is it a title? I... I understand."

Isabel trembled with fear: "I'll change it right away, I'll make it hereditary!"

"So you knew all along? You did it on purpose?"

The little girl looked very unhappy: "Why do you want to bully Bubble?"

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

"Bad children should be punished."

"No, you, you can't hurt me, I am the Queen!"

The little girl ignored her and walked up to Isabel, flicking her on the forehead with her finger.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Amidst heart-wrenching screams, a large bump swelled up on the princess's forehead.

"Remember to reflect on your actions and be a good child in the future."

The little girl patted Isabel on the head and turned to leave: "Bubble won't be attending your coronation ceremony. Goodbye."

As soon as the door opened, a vicious fist came flying straight at Bubble's face.

"Traitor!!!"

The punch, meant to be a fatal blow, missed its mark, and the little girl slowly walked past the man with the golden mask.

"Fergra, we're leaving."

"Oh!"

After glancing at the golden-faced man, who was seething with anger but dared not move, Fugra followed the little girl with admiration.

"Your Grace, you're amazing."

"It's alright, it's mainly because the gold-finishing technique isn't quite up to par."

"Her Highness the Princess..."

"Isabel is alright. Hopefully, she can turn over a new leaf in the future."

"Hehe, I think it's a bit risky."

That very evening, news of Duke Yog's coercion of Princess Isabelle to change her title spread like wildfire throughout the entire capital.

The conflict between the Yugoslav Empire and the royal family began to become public and intensify.

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"Archbishop Sera, your power has grown stronger once again."

Under the beautiful moonlight, Ophelia and Sera walked together.

“After going to the Earth’s core, that person gave me a lot of strength.”

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

"I know, but..."

The archbishop, wearing a sack, said in a distressed tone, "That person didn't make any demands, but after granting me more power, he sent me back directly."

“…It’s alright, my lord is here,” Ophelia reassured her.

This strange man in the sack was one of the few archbishops who had never persecuted her, and Ophelia did not dislike him.

"Too"

Sera was an optimist, and he quickly regained his good mood.

"It's just the two of us this time, we're a little unsure of ourselves."

"The Black Heaven Cult is no longer what it used to be; this was just a test."

Ophelia said calmly, "Besides, we are all churches that obey our Lord. Without our Lord's order, we cannot make a big fuss."

"If we can't target the Black Heaven Cult, surely we can target the Holy King Church?"

"The Church of the Holy King..."

Ophelia paused for a moment: "While you were at the center of the earth, Gavin held a remote meeting for everyone."

"After discussion, we decided that we must strike the Holy King Church decisively!"

"Oh, how exactly do you mean by a one-hit kill?"

“There will inevitably be a war between the Yug kingdom and the royal family. At that time, we will lure the Holy King Church into getting involved.”

“That’s simple. Just let the Holy King Church know that we have a connection with Yogtis.”

"Okay, that will do."

"Is that all?"

Sera pondered for a moment, and then it dawned on her.

If the Holy King Church gets involved, it will definitely help the Cenn royal family, and the Holy Song Chapter might even have to be sent over.

In this way, the Holy King Church is clearly standing in opposition to the Jewish state.

Standing on the opposite side of the Yogites is standing on the opposite side of the Savior. What more is there to say?

I really hope that day comes soon.

Sera said expectantly, "Then, I will use the power that was bestowed upon me..."

The Archbishop of the Sack paused, and before they even reached the headquarters of the Black Heaven Cult, a man and a woman blocked their path.

"Agudam, when did you get back? Weren't you in the Yugoslav territory?"

"Saintess Tana? I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

Ophelia looked solemn. She had already activated her soul vision, but she found that the woman's soul was shrouded in holy light, and she couldn't see through her.

"Tana's soul has been given to Black Heaven, so your Soul Eye is useless."

The Holy Maiden said calmly, "Even if you are a peerless expert, Tana can still kill you if you lose your trump card."

Ophelia chuckled coldly without saying a word.

"Old monster, your power surpasses mine."

Agudamu calmly said, "But your earth-shattering cultivation level wasn't something you cultivated yourself, so you can't kill me."

"If I can't kill you, I'll wear you down."

Sera laughed heartily: "My lifespan far exceeds yours. Once you, Agudamu, are dead, who on the grassland can stop me?"

“Our lord has returned. From now on, the grasslands will produce peerless warriors generation after generation. It doesn’t matter that Agudamu is gone. His successors will surely stop you in time.”

Sensing the immense confidence in the black-haired man's tone, both Sera and Ophelia's expressions changed.

Section 694, Chapter 693: Satiety

"As expected of a warrior race chosen by extraterrestrials, they are truly formidable."

After hundreds of years of ups and downs, the grasslands are now facing another period of prosperity.

Sera and Ophelia ultimately did not make a move to test each other. At present, the strength of the two sides is extremely close. Once they really fought, it would be difficult to control the situation later.

Watching the two leave in silence, Tana said softly, "There is one leader of the Apocalypse Secret Cult, but seven archbishops."

"The grasslands are still far from perfect."

"At least they have some reservations now, and the grasslands will no longer be arbitrarily manipulated by the Tantric sect."

Agudamu recalled the history of the Black Heaven Cult's decline due to those madmen, and couldn't help but sigh, "The task ahead is arduous and the road is long."

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Since falling out with Isabel, Yoganda has found itself in the eye of the storm.

But the little girl didn't realize this. She was in a good mood because—the civil war was over, and she could finally play that really fun game!

"Master, how long do you plan to play this time?"

"About two hours."

"Okay, Annie, I'll set it up for you right away."

The head maid had already figured out how to operate the game pod. It was 7:30 PM now, and she would log off in two hours, which would be a good time for the little girl to go to sleep.

"Annie, how do you play this?"

"Just lie down in the gaming pod."

"Oh!"

"Master, close your eyes, the game is about to begin." Outside the game pod, Annie gestured to the little girl.

"..."

When Bubble opened her eyes again, she found herself in a lush forest.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sounds of various birds could be heard constantly.