The zing spiritual mes roared atop the historical halberd.


    At the same time, Augustus''s battle armor also surged with roaring mes. The two invisible spiritual pressures began to ripple, with the howling winds echoing across the grasnds.


    Wilbur''s gaze remained resolute as he directly hurled the Sword of Judgment into the demine. Augustus furrowed his brows, and the flowing mes within his battle armor vanished.


    "If not for themand of Pope Augheimer, I would truly like to experience your strength," Augustus said slowly.


    Wilbur coldly smiled. "I''m ready to apany you at any time."


    Augustus nodded slightly and then turned, shouting, "All holy knights, holy warriors, enter the teleportation gate. Return to the sacred church and prepare to face your punishment."


    "We obey the orders of the Archangel."


    Ten holy knights and a thousand holy warriors unquestioningly followed Augustus''smand, forming a queue to enter the teleportation gate.


    Wilbur silently watched the vast army of the Holy Illuminati gradually disappear into the gate.


    Finally, Augustus directly tossed the bodies of the three titans into the


    teleportation gate, then looked at Wilbur and said, "His Holiness has a message for you."


    "Speak," Wilbur replied slowly.


    Augustus uttered each word deliberately, "We are all on a mission to confront the forces of chaos. Do not engage in needless war of attrition."


    Having spoken these words, Augustus stepped into the teleportation gate and disappeared. The gate slowly closed, bing a spiritual vortex that gradually shrank until it vanished.


    Wilbur stood there, gazing at the spot where the teleportation gate had disappeared, lost in thought.


    Augustus''s strength was the most formidable he had ever witnessed. Just the ability to sustain a gate allowing a thousand people to pass through made him an unquestionable Emperor level powerhouse.


    The significance of the Holy Illuminati was indeed not to be underestimated. It was the first time he learned the name of the Pope of this massive organization: Augheimer.


    Wilbur murmured to himself, "Augheimer...We are all on a mission to confront the forces of chaos..."


    It seemed that this Pope had a certain understanding of chaos, perhaps more than Wilbur himself.


    Wilbur furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Perhaps he should talk to the Pope. He urgently wanted to know more about chaos.


    However, at this stage, it did not seem like the right time. He had just taken down the three judges of the Holy Illuminati. However, it appeared that the internal dynamics of the Holy Illuminati were not as united as he thought.


    At the very least, this Archangel did not fancy the three judges. He could have saved them, yet he chose to rescue the holy knights and holy warriors instead.


    Darwin on the bell tower, seeing Wilbur single-handedly repel the Holy Illuminati''s army, went limp, copsingpletely on the ground.


    It was terrifying, the Pope was too terrifying. With his own strength, he resisted arge armyposed of 1,000 formidable warriors and drove them away. Lia was saved, and so was he.


    Darwiny on the ground, breathing heavily like a fish out of water, drenched in sweat but utterly content.


    It was too frightening. This Pope was too frightening. He had single-handedly confronted a massive army of a thousand strong and forced them to retreat. Lia was saved, and so was he.


    Cameron led a group of less than a hundred members of the church militia, rushing to Wilbur''s side, witnessing Augustus stepping into the teleportation gate and disappearing.


    They stared nkly at the Pope, their emotions in turmoil. So, His Holiness the Pope could truly achieve such feats.


    Wilbur nced back at Cameron and the militia, saying calmly, "Go back, it''s over."


    Turning around, Wilbur walked towards Lia.