Sirone shut his mouth.

I felt a terrible anger in Gaold, but it wasn�t just because of it.�I could see why he hated Kergo.

An octagonal room appeared inside the iron door.

There were three men guarding the iron gate on the other side, and in the middle stood a man with a white tattoo, symbolizing Kergo priest.

Even in Sirone�s eyes, the level of force was different from those who had stood in his way.

However, Gaold didn�t even look at him and went into the altar where the eight orbs of the maze were floating.

Priest Kergo moved his steps with a grim expression on his face.

�Who are you?�A stranger who dares to enter the holy angel�s room����.�

Before he could finish his words, Gaold grabbed whatever orb he could find and cast a spell.

As soon as the simple air press, which had nothing to do with magic, went in, the altar rang with a thud.

The priest looked around the shaking room with a surprised expression, then hurriedly turned his gaze to the orb.

The white light that Sirone couldn�t see even with all his means a year ago was brightly lit.

Sirone stared intently at the orb.

It was strange that the white light really came on, but above all, it was the first time that the size of the numbers came out so small.

1,008,000.

�1 million 8,000 points����.�

Gaold approached the distraught priest, stared him straight in the eyes, and gave a brief reply.

�Move.�

I don�t know what it means, but the priest�s legs moved before I knew it and opened the way for Gaold.

It was a number that far exceeded the score that could be passed in the language of God.

Upon arriving at the Kergo Autonomous District, warriors who had already heard the news were guarding the entrance.

As they raised their arms, their eyes flashed with vigilance against strangers.

�This is the sacred land of Kergo!�If you invade, I will kill you regardless of the reason!�

Gaold compressed a ball of air over his palm as he walked over to the barrier of spears that stretched like a porcupine.

Compared to the subjects of Heaven, the Kergos here are cute.

Warriors who sacrifice their lives for Ankera.�In addition, the level of personal power was different from those of them.

But to Gaold, they were all Kergos.

�Everyone take down your weapons!�

Just as Gaold�s press magic was about to explode, a stalwart man walked through the warriors.

The black tattoo turned golden, but Sirone could recognize his face at a glance. JrNovels.com