The man whose entire body was adorned with the draft and whose body flowed with the essence of forbidden techniques and the nature of reversal, swaggered right into the Church Court.
Golden brilliance, the relief sculptures on the walls narrated the epic of the Church's founding.
In terms of scale and wealth, it was a hundred times grander than the Reversed Church.
Innumerable corpses of martyrs piled up at the center of the Church Court, these corpses, long influenced by the Holy King, actually exuded golden liquid from their features, painting a golden mountain.
Above the golden mountain, there was a throne.
The Holy King himself, also one of the avatars of the second Death Row Inmate, was seated above, wearing a jeweled crown, awaiting the arrival of heretics.
However,
He seemed captivated by the scenery outside the Church Court, shocked by the invading scenes of Hell, and his Holy Church Army was retreating steadily.
