"I have seen it. I was not a high-ranking priest of the temple at that time. Millions of demons descended on this world, and it took the temple ten years of hard work to completely drive them back to the river of sulfur."

"Today, Eruin will face the same fate."

"Back then, on the border of Antuobuluo, there was just a crack. But today, there are three complete portals." Wood said quietly, he was not afraid of revealing the secrets of the temple, because if today's

If things don't get better, his political life will be completely ended and he will become a sinner.

More importantly, the reputation of the Temple of Fire will suffer an unimaginable blow.

On the other side, Brando was silent for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Your Highness, Eruin will turn into scorched earth. Although we may be able to rebuild it one day, there is still a glimmer of a chance right now, right?"

There are millions of lives here, and that may have nothing to do with him. He will not see them suffering in the flames, will not see them die in pain, and will not even hear their cries before they die.

.

Everything seems to have nothing to do with him, and he can still implement his plan in an orderly manner and reshape this ancient kingdom in the wasteland.

At least Valhalla is still around, right?

Maybe so. But Brando couldn't convince himself that he could ignore it. He could tell himself that he didn't see it all, but he couldn't deceive the truest emotions in his heart.

Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has a true self in his heart, which tells him what is right and what is wrong.

No one is born a hero, but now he can at least give it a try. As he has experienced everything, he understands that there is only one thing in this world that cannot be compensated.

That is regret.

Her Royal Highness the Princess looked at him blankly.

"Mr. Brando, you..."

"Your Highness, you said you believed in me."

"You..." Princess Griffin gritted her teeth and struggled for a moment, but finally let go: "Okay, I understand..."

Brando nodded to her, then he turned back and looked at the image of Priest Wood on the crystal ball. "It seems that we have reached an agreement. Congratulations, Master Priest."

Wood nodded, but sighed slightly in his heart. The chief priest couldn't help lowering his eyelids slightly: He was indeed acting too much, and he probably shouldn't have allowed all this to happen in the first place.

"May Lord Martha in heaven still bless us, and hope that Eruin's national destiny is not over yet." He has never so much hoped that Eruin can continue to exist - at least as a Cruze and a temple.

As the chief officiant, today is probably the day when he most deeply hopes that this country will continue to exist.

Brando also smiled: "Yes, I hope the Temple of Flame did not violate the will of the late King Gilt too much, otherwise it would be too unjust for me to be implicated in the misfortune, wouldn't it-"

Wood snorted.

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