My father has the appearance of an emperor

Chapter 168 Chaos Sect
During the day, Baishuang City is prosperous and bustling.

Roaring steam locomotives galloped back and forth on the streets, and pedestrians were rushing around everywhere.

The bells of dawn rang in the distant church, dispersing the haze and breaking the storm.

Only true guardians can hear the extraordinary meaning behind the sound of the bell.

Tilda hurried through the old church doors.

She was wearing a silver breastplate that left her strong arms exposed, and a rose-red battle skirt that only reached her knees, revealing her strong and sexy calves.

The steel boots made a crisp sound on the ground, and the jagged sword behind her almost dragged on the ground. This was a two-handed giant sword, but Tilda only needed one hand to wield it easily.

Her appearance, like her personality, has a certain iron character. Although beautiful, she is full of strength.

She is not a rose with thorns, she is a metal rose!

The moment she walked into the church, all the priests saluted her: "Your Excellency, Master."

Tilda did not return the greeting, but hurriedly walked around the crowd and headed towards a small hall at the back of the church.

She came to the door of the auditorium and slammed it open.

The auditorium is not large, with a statue of the God of Chaos standing above it.

At the bottom of the statue, an old man with silver hair and wearing a priest's robe was sitting there.

He sat on a soft red sofa, crossed his legs, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at the sculpture in front of him.

Hearing the knock on the door, the old man frowned and said, "Tilda, you always come in without knocking. You will affect my prayers to the Lord."

"A prayer method that involves sitting on the sofa with your legs crossed and drinking?" Tilda walked around to him and asked with a sneer.

The old man waved his hand: "Don't worry about the form, God doesn't care about this."

Tilda's sneer became more serious: "You can't be sure whether other beings have written this!"

The old man's face finally became serious: "Oh, this is indeed a big problem. Although it is a bit boring, there is always a shortage of people with abnormal brains in the chaotic world."

"Tell me, what happened?" Tilda's eyes were stern.

"Here comes a Nether Lord."

what?
Tilda looked at the old man in astonishment: "Bishop Nivert, do you know what you are talking about?"

The old man laughed and said, "Don't be so nervous. It's not the ones from the Weird Continent, nor the one from the Third Alienated Zone. It's the Lord from the Novice Zone."

Tilda breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Bishop Nevitt spread his hands casually.

He stood up, walked to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of wine and said, "It's a wine from Blue Star, called XO or something, do you want to try it?"

"No, tell me what's going on?" Tilda was a devout believer.

Although God has no constraints, she believes that the self should have constraints.

Bishop Nivert poured himself a glass and then lay down on the sofa again, not behaving like a bishop at all.

He smiled and said, "Just one day ago, God's grace descended, but not in White Frost City, but in the area outside the city."

Tilda understood: "Those crazy people from the Wild Flame Sect? Did they perform the ordination ceremony?"

"Hmm, use your not-so-smart brain to think about it. What do you think they want to do?"

"What else could it be?" Tilda sneered: "Sacrifice, dedication, faith, infiltration, writing, manipulation, usurpation... Everyone is doing this, including you and me. Can we get through now?"

"No, that place is restricted by the system rules. You can't enter before the time comes. But I guess when the restrictions are lifted, you will only see a bunch of dead souls after entering."

Tilda looked at the old man in astonishment: "You mean..." "They died, and all their hard work was used to benefit others. I guess the Nether Lord used this as a sacrifice. If he's lucky, he might be able to infiltrate or even write, but he shouldn't be able to control it."

Tilda covered her mouth in shock: "Oh my God, that would require a very powerful sacrifice, how could she do it? She can't even come here easily!"

The old bishop chuckled: "Although there are no powerful subordinates in the novice area and there are many restrictions, it also has its advantages... that is, you can find potential seeds at the first time. Oh, by the way, I just got the news that the lord has fulfilled her long-cherished wish. Can you understand the meaning behind this?"

Tilda took several steps back in shock. "Someone killed that Gui? That's impossible. That guy is almost impossible to deal with for a level one novice."

"A potential genius..." the old bishop repeated this: "So, now you can understand why she is here?"

Tilda was completely furious: "Does she want to use her followers to establish a weird territory here? No, we can never accept this!"

Due to the fact that Chaos is suppressed by Weirdness, the humans in the Chaos Continent are extremely wary of weird existences.

In any case, Tilda couldn't accept the existence of such a thing.

From a small perspective, this is the expansion of the third alienation zone; from a medium perspective, this is the shrinkage of the territory of the Kingdom of Famit; from a large perspective, this is the plunder of the authority of faith!
Neither the Kingdom of Famit nor the Chaos Cult could accept this.

The old bishop looked calm, "You don't need to be so nervous, my little girl. That Nether Lord will never sacrifice to the Lord of Chaos, so no matter what she does, it will not affect our authority. Compared to letting the Wild Flame Sect succeed, I would rather let that Nether Lord succeed."

The religious version of internal troubles being more serious than external troubles?

"That just means the worst won't happen, right?"

The old bishop smiled at Tilda and said, "You are always so impatient. Girls should be more quiet."

Tilda growled, "That won't help me kill the enemy on the battlefield!"

"But you can't solve all problems with force. You have to learn to think when you need to." The old bishop said, putting down the wine glass in his hand: "There is a person who has a close connection with the Lord of the Underworld. I want you to find him! Well, he should have come out now."

"he?"

"Yes, him. I'm pretty sure it was a male."

Tilda knew that although Bishop Nevitt seemed to be out of tune at ordinary times, he had a unique ability in divination and judgment.

After all, he was a former holder of the precepts of a success mentor. Even though he was no longer a recipient of the precepts and his abilities had changed, as long as this gentleman made a promise and made a wish, there was a certain chance that he would see fragments of future events.

"What exactly?" Tilda asked.

The old bishop's face immediately became distressed: "I can't see his face clearly."

"What?" Tilda was shocked again.

The old bishop nodded. "Yes, I suspect that the ordained person has mastered part of the secret of the origin, so he is protected, but he cannot yet make it take shape. So all I know now is that he is a young man, level two, and there are three people traveling with him. Oh, not including the two children."

Tilda was stunned.

A level 2 newcomer has already mastered some of the secrets of the root of the rules?

She took a deep breath: "There are children?"

"Not human."

Tilda turned and walked away.

"Hey, I haven't finished what I want to say yet." The old bishop shouted, "Don't be so impatient."

Tilda stopped and looked at the old man: "Anything else?"

"Remember to bring me a bottle of wine when you come back. I still prefer locally produced wine. I'm not used to this xo."

boom!
The door slammed shut.

(End of this chapter)