It was already evening when Connecticut reached the Great Forest of Gorante.

He seemed to be in high spirits, wearing the golden robe of a cardinal meticulously, and the church members following behind him, even if the situation was terribly bad, they all had the confidence to overcome difficulties.

Because they have Connecticut Westandine - the great bishop who suppressed the trolls in Hodu!

However, under the invisible robes of God, Connecticut's slightly trembling hands showed that his current situation was not ideal.

"grown ups."

At this time, a senior priest was standing where the ruins appeared. After Connecticut approached, he respectfully greeted him.

There should have been a lot of unfortunate remains here, but they have now finished their disposal.

"Well," Connecticut responded calmly, "Have you confirmed the situation?"

The priest looked in his thirties, with a tough face. At first glance, he felt decisive, capable, and strong. He briefly reported:

"Sittings betrayed the church, Bishop Hiddin of Joel City died, the first batch of deacons and priests confirmed the death, and the invited scholars... died."

This is without a doubt the worst report ever.

Connecticut did not ask about the Ring of God. This is not information that a high-level priest can know. After listening, he simply ordered:

"Take care of the affairs of the invited scholars."

"Yes, it's just the death of those scholars..." The priest hesitated, he couldn't say how terrifying those faces were.

Connecticut said indifferently:

"They are fortunate enough to look at a corner of God, which is the glory of their life, and they live up to what they have learned, but it is their sin to look directly at God, and there is no need to mourn. The remains will be cremated and returned to their relatives."

"Yes." The priest agreed, and the lines on his face revealed a bit of relaxation.

Connecticut swept his eyes, muttered words in his mouth, his tone was pious and holy, ripples spread out on the ground, and everyone here slowly sank into the ripples.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already in the vast grassland, with the chaotic remnants of the battle in front of them.

The priest was two positions behind Connecticut, and said, "We found the Vagan tree people here, and we have placed them properly. In addition to the two who died unfortunately, there are 17 more."

"Um."

Connecticut watched silently for a while, then asked, "Have you confirmed all the extraordinaires from outside?"

"There are 11 confirmed dead," the priest recalled, and said: "One escaped, named Sunderland Yasuo, a Morpheus cat Extraordinary of rank 1."

"Wanted nationwide." Connecticut said coldly, "Sittings left us a lot of 'little gifts'."

"Yes." The priest only dared to agree, but did not dare to agree.

He has no mercy. Although these Beyonders are also unlucky, they became Sittings' pawns without knowing it, but the church must do this work. Once Sunderland Yasuo escaped from here and returned alive, there is a high probability that the foreign Beyonders will Become a hostile group!

The church personnel are already dealing with the endgame here. The bodies of the two Vagan tree people were put into elegant and delicate coffins by them. The remains of the church personnel were also placed in ordinary coffins, not those belonging to the church, including outsiders. and the remains of enemy personnel were cremated on the spot.

"You are here." Connecticut gave a simple command, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

The rest bowed their heads respectfully, rubbing their chests with one hand.

After the priest finished his salute, he looked at a church deacon and instructed: "Inform the news, Sunderland Yasuo is wanted across the country."

"Yes." The deacon responded.

"Speaking of which, the Morpheus cat has cultivated potions..." The priest whispered softly.

On the other side, Connecticut came to the majestic palace, which had been cleaned up first by the senior priests of the church, and only a little blood remained on the ground.

"Cough, cough!"

There was no one around, Connecticut couldn't bear it, and coughed up some fishy sweetness.

He walked slowly to the bottom of the altar, staring directly at some traces of blood on the ground, then closed his eyes, as if he saw Hidding kneeling here in his mind.

Connecticut is not sentimental. The Church of the Mother Earth Goddess is already a candle in the wind, covering up the truth with countless secrets. In order to reunite the halo of the gods, as a servant, he is determined!

Hiddin, old man, wait for the return of God, and one day you will serve at His feet.

Connecticut looked at the altar, where the light was dim, but there was silver light around it. He felt that his 'spirit' was torn apart the moment he saw the silver light.

He didn't avoid it because of this, and looked directly at the light with pride in his eyes!

"The filthy blood of the mother of all snakes," Connecticut sneered, "the five outer gods joined forces to make my **** temporarily step down, and this lowly blood also wants to pollute my god!"

He is not afraid of the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes, and even despises Him extremely. This is a world ruled by six gods, and the unpredictable power of the outer gods can't hurt a single strand of his hair~lightnovelpub.net~ Dylan has lost his strength.

It is now close to 10 o'clock in the evening, no matter what kind of question he asks, no matter how he roars, the church staff are like wooden people, not saying a word or saying a word.

In fact, Dylan knew that they were just support staff who had just come from somewhere else, and maybe they didn't even know what was going on in the forest.

he knows.

But Dylan couldn't accept the news of his parents' death. He couldn't accept that even the body was not returned.

He has no strength, but he doesn't want to leave until he gets the answer, because he has no other way!

It's just that he also has his sister Tina.

Dylan lowered his head pale and looked at the little Tina who was holding him. She was in a very bad condition. The originally cute little face was full of tears, and the big round eyes were already a little red and swollen.

If it was normal, the little guy would have slept long ago.

He let out a weak breath, squatted down with all his might, and hugged Tina's little body in his arms.

"Tina, let's go back." Dylan patted Tina's back lightly and said softly.

"Aren't we waiting for our mother and father?" Tina said, leaning on Dylan's shoulder.

"We... come back tomorrow." Dylan carried her back and walked back, regretting that he shouldn't let Tina hear about her parents.

"Oh……"

Dylan could feel that Tina's breathing had calmed down and she fell asleep.

Dylan walked slower, but the heavy pace showed his stress.

The sudden departure of his parents made him unacceptable, but he had to consider, what should he and Tina do next?

There are no more relatives on the parents' side. The grandparents have long since passed away, and they have no siblings. He and Tina are already orphans.