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A dazzling white light illuminated the sky over the North Territory. Bathed in this radiance, Nash appeared like a god that was descending to earth. On the ground, Ace had long since turned to ashes, leaving only the Bloodthirster Bone Sword behind. Nash then looked down at the land. "Oh? They've disappeared?" he wondered out loud when he saw that the Illuminion's army had vanished without a trace. He flew back to the territory, where the Wardens greeted him with looks of admiration. Artoile Golde, the General of the South Territory, clasped his hands and smiled. "A true hero emerges young! Nash, you truly are a dragon among men. Your fame will surely spread far and wide after this battle."

The Generals of the West and East Territories also praised Nash.

Nash did not respond much but politely expressed his gratitude to everyone before approaching Francis.

Francis was overjoyed. He patted Nash's shoulder and feigned a kind demeanor as he said, "Junior, you're truly formidable. As your senior, I am ashamed to admit I am no match." "Senior, do you have a young disciple who wears a braid?" Nash asked directly, ignoring the small talk.

"Oh?" Francis' eyes darted around as if he were thinking before he shook his head resolutely.

"I don't have any disciples like the one you described. What's going on? Did one of my disciples offend you? Just let me know and I'll make sure to teach them a lesson," Francis said. Looking slightly fatigued, Nash simply replied, "It's nothing." Then, he left.

In the ruins of Yerusia's royal palace, Sven had just managed to pull out the staff that was controlling him. At that moment, Cormick was engaged in a struggle with the pope.

The pope seemed to find Cormick amusing and did not kill him directly. Instead, he was taunting him like a cat playing with a mouse.

Whenever Cormick's mechanical

gauntlets got close to the pope, they would overheat from the scalding divine power. As a result, Cormick had to keep moving around and look for an opportunity to shoot his bullets. However, it was clear that these attacks seemed ordinary to the pope as he was even yawning.

"Here I thought those who sought to overthrow us would be formidable people. Turns out you lot are just ridiculous clowns." "Clowns?" Cormick gritted his teeth.

"I've long seen myself as a clown. I despise myself for not dying on the battlefield. Yes, I am a clown, but even I have things I must do for the future of this country! I've been ready to play the clown, but what about you? Are you the emperor of clowns?"

Instead of getting riled up by Cormick's words, the pope merely narrowed his eyes slightly. Instantly, an invisible force crushed Cormick, rendering him unable to move.

...

"Torah... Torah..."

Torah opened his eyes and saw a light orb enveloped in divine power. It was calling his name.

"Who is it? Who's there?" Torah asked in confusion.

"Child, it's me."

Torah clutched his head. He could not be sure of the familiar presence, but he had a feeling he had met them before. "Child? Who are you?" Torah asked again.

"I'm your father, Skye."

Torah looked at the light orb in bewilderment. "My... father?"noveldrama