This was a very young man dressed in a robe adorned with gold, silver, and diamonds. He wore an exceptionally noble crown, currently in a state of closed-eye meditation, seemingly immersed in an endless slumber. He was the sole leader of the church, the Netherduke.

"My lord, Father Reth has actually died! The church's Altalune branch has also been crushed by the immortals of the Dragon Dynasty!"

A priest hurriedly ran over, visibly flustered.

The Netherduke's body remained motionless. Only his slightly closed eyes slowly opened. "Mattheo, there's no need to panic. I sensed this matter a long time ago."

The Netherduke's voice was extremely gentle, capable of soothing any restless and anxious soul.

"What should be our next plan?" Mattheo asked.

The Netherduke replied, "I already know who killed Reth. Send a warrior group to capture that person alive. I want to personally pass judgment on him."

Mattheo exclaimed, "Father Reth released a full-force attack before his death, using the