Chapter 189: The Red Archbishop

Muria stood above the ruins of the castle, looking down at the not-so-small ruins below. This castle, which was luxurious and grand just a day ago, suffered collateral damage due to its owner and was turned into ruins by the aftermath of the battle.

Within these ruins

could also see several humanoid demon carcasses, covered in scales and horns, emitting an evil aura, scattered around.

After surveying the ruins, the young man cloaked in a black robe noticed that many of the demonic corpses were wearing the attire of human maids or guards, which looked somewhat bizarre.

"It seems the rumor I heard just now was true," Muria observed the demonic carcasses, most of which had been slain by a single sword strike. "Due to Marquis Mendoza's presence, this castle had become a demon nest, with all humans having fallen into demons."

"Snap!" Muria landed on the ground, stepping on the rubble, touching a large sword mark that stretched dozens to nearly a hundred meters across the ruins. "This Demon Hunter Knight, still very weak, huh."

"Uh!" Kaslana, floating beside Muria, was taken aback, then argued, "This Demon Hunter Knight has already been able to slay soul-level demons, do you still think he's weak?"

"Yes." Muria nodded, "According to the descriptions of human Demon Hunter Knights' combat power in the archives, and looking at the sword marks left by this Demon Hunter Knight, we can deduce a conclusion: he hasn't ascended to the soul level.

Otherwise, the commotion of the battle wouldn't have been so great. If it were a soul-level Demon Hunter Knight, facing hell demons that had fallen from humans, mere soul-level first stage, it should result in a one-sword kill, without causing such destruction to the surroundings."

"That's also true, but a golden-level Demon Hunter Knight isn't weak, right? Being able to kill demons above his level, that's already pretty good," Kaslana softly contested.

"Too weak." Muria said quietly. A soul-level Demon Hunter Knight, he had absolute confidence in defeating, let alone a golden-level Demon Hunter Knight. To him, such strength was indeed weak.

"Let's go, Muria little brother, we'll go back to the Dawn Church and wait. There's nothing more to see here."

"Can you just call me by my name, not add 'little brother'? I'm not small," Muria somewhat discontentedly said. "Also, why go to the Dawn Temple to wait?"

"You're younger than me, just barely at the age where you can lay eggs, so calling you 'little brother' is correct," Kaslana chuckled. "As for the Dawn Church, they're the ones who paid me to come here. Now that we can't find anyone, naturally, we should go back there and wait."

"Dawn Church paid you?" Muria was momentarily stunned.

"Yes, they hired me to come here, to protect this Demon Hunter Knight, to ensure he doesn't encounter any accidents in Varianthi."

"I see." Muria embarrassedly touched his nose, having just maliciously speculated that when the era of demon hunting was ended, those human gods who issued divine decrees to protect Demon Hunter Knights were just a façade to conceal their malice towards Demon Hunter Knights.

After all, during that era, Demon Hunter Knights received most of the human faith power. It was only normal for the gods in need of faith to plot against Demon Hunter Knights.

But now it seemed, the reality was not so? After all, the Dawn Church, upon discovering the whereabouts of a yet-to-grow Demon Hunter Knight, actively spent money to invite a golden dragon to protect him. That was quite meaningful.

"However, Kaslana sister, you go on your own," Muria smiled and declined the golden dragon sister's invitation. "They paid you, not me."

Dragons, being noble, doesn't mean they would help humans for free, even if what they're doing is fighting evil. If you want a dragon's help, you have to pay. Not paying means no service; this is a basic principle among dragons.

"Almost forgot, those humans with no vision treat you as a Dragon Blood Sorcerer," Kaslana reached out to grab Muria, "You must have been mistreated by those guys from the Dawn Church. Come on, I'll take you to make a scene, let the Red Archbishop apologize to you."

"No need for that," Muria heard Kaslana's plan to make the Red Archbishop of the Dawn Church apologize to him and hurriedly waved his hand in refusal, but he did not move, letting the golden dragon sister grab his hand.

Having one of the highest-ranking officials of one of the world's largest church organizations apologize to oneself, the idea was exhilarating... but one should be modest, even as a dragon.

"No need? Muria brother, tell me, who was it from the Dawn Temple that received you when you were transported to Varianthi?"

"A High Priest!"

"Ha, to have a High Priest receive the offspring of the Golden Sun Blaze," Kaslana's eyes blazed with dragon fire upon hearing Muria's words. She was truly angered. "Such negligence, if the Dawn Church does not apologize today, this matter is not over!"

"They didn't know my identity," Muria looked at the furious golden dragon sister, her hair shimmering in the sunlight, beginning to dance in the air as she gradually released her aura. He slightly defended the Dawn Church.

"That's their own lack of vision," Kaslana declared authoritatively, waving her hand dismissively. "It's not your fault."

Then, the golden dragon sister, with Muria in tow, soared into the sky, heading straight for the Dawn Temple with a formidable aura.

"Felix, come out!" Kaslana, with Muria by her side, stopped above the Dawn Temple, her golden aura spreading, and behind her, twenty-eight rings of soul intent faintly visible.

"Forbidden Air Formation!" Muria noticed the faintly visible patterns around them, recognizing them instantly. Flying above the temple was forbidden, a rule since the temple housed divine beings.

However, the forbidden air formation covering the temple's airspace, especially at one corner of the Dawn Temple, was forcibly suppressed by Kaslana's barely visible rings of soul intent, rendering it ineffective.

"Madam Kaslana," as soon as the golden dragon sister called out, a figure emerged from the front, a white-haired, bearded old man in a red robe, smiling warmly, appeared.

Behind him, six rings of pure white holy light subtly rotated, elevating his transcendent presence. Around him, sacred prayers faintly echoed.

This manner of appearance... made Muria's first impression of the old man very weak! Too weak! Far too weak! Six rings of soul intent, yet the old man's aura was of soul intent third stage. In this moment, Muria truly realized the weakness of humanity.

Because, this dignified, extraordinary old man, upon appearing, bowed slightly to Kaslana, his posture extremely humble.

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