When Vasco stepped into Father Strala's church again, Father Strala was in the yard hanging out his many colorful underwear.
Under the old guy's black priest robe, it was indeed so colorful... Vasco abruptly shook his head, casting aside these bizarre thoughts.
"That guy with the parted hair, didn't come?" Seeing Father Strala still hanging his underwear with no intention of stopping, Vasco couldn't help but ask.
The church was unusually calm, as if nothing had happened... yet Vasco clearly felt the fluctuation of a powerful force—definitely the pulse of divine power, and it was obviously not Strala's divine power.
Speaking of which, Vasco still felt strange in his heart—Strala was obviously called a god defiler by that descending angel, yet he could still wield that mighty divine power.
"Parted hair?" The priest stopped his hands and fell into recollection, then displayed a look of grief, "They're all dead."
Vasco opened his mouth—he clearly didn't believe it.
