Chapter 101: 【Heavenly Master·Pope】! No, what on earth is a Valkyrie thinking about all the time in her mind?

Endless Void,

In a vast expanse of "sludge," countless planets are submerged and struggling as if they have fallen into hell.

On the edge of the filthy palace cluster,

Within a small palace,

Resembles the mud, usually incredibly cruel, easily tormenting elf sisters or cat-eared girls, is Darius Turtlefield.

At the moment, he is showing a flattering face, constantly nodding and bowing to the burly bald white man in front of him, dressed in a wide papal robe,

"Honorable Julius, I'm counting on you for this matter."

"You are considered a mythical-grade elite in District 1; destroying the faith of the mere Sky Man Tribe should be effortless for you!"

"I believe that the powerful Lotan people, who have given birth to the great Heavenly Lord, are far superior to the Sky Man Tribe in terms of their bloodline, and must be able to suppress their Essence, Qi, and Spirit completely, even until..."

"Their spines are utterly crushed!"