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Northern Lands, Church Headquarters. Inside a magnificent hall, the voices of the people were roaring.
Countless Holy Knights draped in white robes were whispering. Leading them was an old man with hair and beard all white.
"Everyone, do you know why I urgently summoned you here?" Michael slowly stood up, gazing around. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, exuding an aura of authority without anger.
"It is precisely to... deal with that damned heretic!" The old man suddenly gritted his teeth, desperate to devour him whole. The Holy Knights all gasped at his words.
When had they ever seen the always dignified Archbishop so furious?
It seems that the guy named Zhang Beixing really is an extraordinary calamity!
"Archbishop, what sort of abilities does that traitorous rebel hold to make you so enraged?" A Holy Knight couldn't help but ask, nearly biting his own tongue.
