A crack rang through the air.


    Michael hadshed the whip against the man''s body ruthlessly.


    The spikes on the whip dug into the man''s flesh at once, sending a bone-chilling pain through his body.


    He cried out in agony, looking ready to pass out at any moment.


    The next second, however, the holy mes on the whip emitted recovery energy, healing the wounds the whip had just caused.


    The agonizing pain persisted, reaching deep into his soul and making the man howl once more.


    Michael sneered coldly, and the whip struck down harshly a few more times.


    His ways with the whip could be seen as an art form, with the way he flicked it deftly like a venomous snake. Theshes seemed tond however he wanted them to, but Michael managed to have the whip strike a different patch of flesh every single time.


    The goal was for every inch of the victim''s skin to feel this agonizing pain.


    Everysh was absolute torment on the victim''s flesh and soul, and no average person would be able to take it.


    Theshes were enough to be life-threatening, but the holy recovery glow the whip emitted made it so that the victim would not die or fall unconscious. In fact, they would only feel the pain of the whip even more clearly.


    A few dozenshes inter, the man could not take it any longer and cried out, "I''ll talk! I''ll tell you everything, please!"


    Michael smiled. "Oh, my dearest Tyrone. You would not have had to suffer so much if you had just done so in the first ce. If you must know, that was hardly a fraction of my skills."


    Tyrone Simmons, the previous president, looked blearily at the three men before bowing his head helplessly.


    Just then, Milo said, "We''re going to issue a press conference for you, where you''ll announce your eptance of the current government and its ways. You''re also going to announce the Church of the me Dragon Lord to be an illegal religion in Terya."


    "Alright. I''ll do as you wish," Tyrone rasped feebly.


    Gary smiled then. "Your skills really are a work of art, Mister An."


    Michael put the whip away with a smile of his own. "Have the pastore in and heal him and lock his wife and children up. If he says one wrong word, we''ll kill his entire family."


    "Of course, honorable one." A cruel smile appeared on Milo''s face.


    The next morning.


    A nended at Gango airport. Wilbur gged down a taxi, hurrying off to Saturn Vige at once.


    This was his assigned territory, as well as the headquarters of the Church of the me Dragon Lord.


    The Red Archbishop of the church Karl was already waiting for him by the street with a group of people.


    Wilbur got out of the car and came up to them, looking at their faces.


    Karl looked a lot worse for wear than thest time Wilbur had seen him. After all, running a religion this big was no easy feat.


    Next to him, however, the Patron Saint Catherine had changed in a different way.


    She was now devoid of her previous youthfulness, dressed in pure white robes as she emitted a pale holy glow.


    Behind the both of them were Catherine''s brother Cameron, as well as Dawson and the church executive, Groot.


    Cameron and Dawson had be the head and vice captains of the church militia. Both of them were d in special armor, with long swords bound to their waists and a fiery red cape on their shoulders.


    "You''ve all worked hard," Wilbur said with a smile.


    Karl and the others got down on their knees, chanting, "Wee back, Your Holiness."


    "Wee back, Your Holiness."


    "Wee back, Your Holiness."


    As the chants grew louder and louder, more believers of the Church of the me


    Dragon Lord gathered on the streets to kneel before Wilbur.