Archdemon

Huo Ling's pomp and circumstance became bigger and bigger.

But this is as it should be. For the ruler, it is just like building a huge and magnificent palace. It is not possible to have a strong authority without magnificence.

Only when the pomp and circumstance are in place, people will have a deeper understanding of the authority of the ruler.

A large court meeting like Huo Ling's usually lasts for several days. During Huo Ling's term as Pope, the number of court meetings of this scale is also very few.

Generally speaking, small meetings are held for big things, big meetings are held for small things, and no meetings are held for particularly important things.

A meeting of this scale usually does nothing, it is just to strengthen the rule.

Finally, in the eyes of everyone's expectation.

A space fluctuation came from the golden throne in front of the hall, and Pope Huo Ling came to the hall.

Huo Ling sat on the throne and looked down at everyone below.

"Greetings to His Holiness the Pope!"

Everyone, including the saints, all shouted and saluted.

Just like the situation when the saints came into the hall, the situation was different when they saluted the Pope Huo Ling.

The saints and the twelve cardinals only needed to bow slightly, while the angle of the legends was much larger.

The angle of the salute of the saints was close to ninety degrees, and as for the golden ones, their treatment was even worse, and their heads almost touched the ground when they bowed.

Huo Ling said slowly after everyone saluted: "No need to salute."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Next, the top leaders of the church began to report their work one by one. The work reports of various leaders were the main body of this large-scale court meeting.

Most of these reports were useless, but they had to be reported.

For Huo Ling, perhaps most of such reports only needed to be condensed into one sentence.

But in such a large court meeting, it took a long time to explain.

If it was a mortal in such a meeting, he would even feel drowsy. Of course, not only mortals, but even Huo Ling would seem a little drowsy after listening for a long time.

…

In the hall.

In the last corner of almost all the priests and clergy.

A golden-rank clergyman was standing here wearing a full set of ceremonial armor.

He was a temple knight. If he was in a remote diocese in Daxia, he could even become the Knight Commander of a small temple knight group.

But this is the Eastern Capital of Daxia.

His golden-rank strength is as ordinary as cabbage here.

He was just a small military officer here. Being able to participate in this grand court meeting with the Pope and meet the Pope was the greatest luck of this temple knight.

He, like other military officers around him, was originally concentrating on listening to the speeches of the church leaders in front.

Although the speeches of these leaders sounded useless, they had to listen to them.

He was listening well, but the next moment, his body softened and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and did not make a joke.

But this short change has attracted the attention of many people.

The other junior military officers in the small team of the Temple Knights all looked at the Temple Knight with their peripheral vision.

On one side of the hall, a Temple attendant also frowned at the Temple Knight and wrote down the name and position of the Temple Knight on the document he carried with him.

But all this did not attract the attention of the Temple Knight. His mind was almost completely empty. If it were not for his subconscious mind still maintaining the current posture, he would have screamed out loud.

The Temple Knight's name was Heiman, and his brain had almost turned into a mess at this time.

Heiman looked forward and used great willpower to restrain himself from making any abnormal movements.

He remembered this place, which was the largest political hall of the Great Xia Theocracy.

At this time, it was also a scene that could be recorded in the history of the Great Xia Theocracy.

Heiman was a little confused. He didn't understand why he appeared here again.

Obviously, in the last moment, he had died because he could not break through to the legendary level and his lifespan had come to an end.

Why, after death, he returned to his youth again.

Is this rebirth?

Huge waves were set off in Heiman's mind. If he was not in this hall at this time, he could even cry with joy.

In his previous life, there were too many clergymen of Heiman's level in Daxia Dongdu.

In Daxia Dongdu, throwing a brick can hit several gold-level clergymen.

It is too difficult to make a name for yourself in Daxia Dongdu, so after attending this grand court meeting, Heiman applied for transfer.Left Dongdu and went to other dioceses.

In this way, as a golden-level clergyman, it would be easier to achieve results and break through to a higher level.

Heiman's decision was right, but not so right.

As Heiman listened to the speech of the high-level leader of the Church in the hall, his thoughts gradually flew away.

In his previous life, after the court meeting, he went to a secondary plane, struggled in it for more than 30 years, and successfully broke through to the Holy Domain.

After that, he was transferred back to the spirit world, but in a battle, Heiman was seriously injured, completely cutting off his hope of becoming stronger.

He lived a mediocre life of more than 300 years in the Holy Domain, and finally died of old age on the bed.

Now, although Heiman didn't know why he returned to the time before all this began.

But in his mind, he already had a plan for his future development. As a person who lived again, plus he had already broken through the Holy Domain in his previous life.

The threshold of the Holy Land was basically non-existent for him, compared to his previous life when he applied for transfer from Dongdu at the Golden Level.

In this life, he decided to wait until he broke through the Holy Land before considering it.

In this way, Heiman was distracted during the grand court meeting.

Until he suddenly felt something was wrong, as if there was a pair of eyes watching him from the side.

Heiman slightly tilted his head and glanced over. This look almost scared him to jump up.

The temple attendant on one side was staring at Heiman.

As a temple attendant, he had never seen anyone dare to be distracted at the grand court meeting presided over by the Pope.

Heiman's name and position had been recorded by the temple attendant. After returning, he might be severely punished by his superiors.

Heiman's face showed bitterness. He forgot that even if he was reborn, he should not be distracted and lose his composure in such an important occasion.

Heiman looked back at the throne in front of the hall. Although he couldn't see anything clearly because of the magic, he could only see the vague figure on the throne.

But he knew who was sitting on it. He was:

Pope of the Great Xia Religious State·Lord of the Eastern Kingdom·Lord of the Evil Dragon·Lord of the Floating City of Destruction·Legendary Grand Mage of the Sun·Death Ruler·General Avernus·His Majesty Huo Ling!

No!

Not only that... In the near future, he will become the first level of the Nine Layers of Purgatory, the Lord of Avernus!!!