Chapter 825: Chapter 49: The Great Tengu and Prajna

Feeling his Majesty the Emperor visibly despondent, Royal Advisor Conrad bowed his head and chose to take his leave.

However, after Conrad’s departure, the Emperor’s secret agent quickly reported a shocking piece of news.

"Your Majesty, the British ambassador has raised an inquiry... They have a soldier claiming to have encountered His Highness the Candle Knight at New Naples Port in Texas, asking if this was under your instruction..."

The British are well aware that Germany could never ally with the French; the overwhelming public sentiment for revenge against Germany and to wash away humiliation is something not even a resurrected Napoleon could withstand.

But the long-missing Candle Knight and the sudden appearance of the Knight of Radiance in the New Continent, standing on the side of the Texans, was enough to prompt the British to give their little brother a hard time.

"Viviana?"

The Emperor’s face showed a particularly delighted emotion: "She’s in Texas? Quickly, send someone to find her, this heartless girl hasn’t thought to return and visit her grandfather all these years."

As for the British inquiry, he dismissed it entirely. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"By the way, mark this news as top secret, and do not inform anyone, especially not that old fool Frederick!"

The secret agent accepted the order with his head bowed, then left with a wry smile.

...

"How is this possible!"

"How is this possible!"

Guderian’s forehead veins pulsed intensely, his expression exceptionally ferocious. The demon that required immense effort and half his blood to summon and contract for assistance had been devoured alive.

As the backlash from the broken contract set in, his face turned a shade of green and purple.

Without hesitation, he took out the Book of Death, the Holy Object of the Necromancy Sect, originally intended to create a Skeleton Giant Dragon, but now he decided to use it directly to contend with Prajna. As long as he could defeat Prajna and seize the Ghost Face Shield from her hands, he believed this would provide him with a far greater enhancement than owning a giant skeleton dragon.

"The power of the Death Holy Artifact may not necessarily be weaker than that of a Divine Artifact!"

In his hands, a heavy copper-bound ancient book slowly emerged, and powerful death energy transformed into a black mist stretching from earth to sky. Even ordinary people lacking spiritual vision felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave.

"This foul thing reeking of death seems to have brought out something remarkable."

"Boss, aren’t you really going to make a move?"

The Three-headed Demon Dragon looked puzzled. In their eyes, although Prajna also came from an extraordinary background, her power, like theirs, was heavily restricted, unable even to unleash a tenth of its peak strength.

But Losa, riding atop the dragon, replied impatiently, "You’ve been ordered to watch the battle, so just watch. If you keep nagging, I’ll send you down to duel with that necromancer?"

"No problem, Boss!"

"Then let’s forget it."

"Boss, I’m afraid we’ll be made into a skeleton dragon, causing you more trouble."

Besides the fiery-headed Dragon who seemed eager, the other two dragon heads categorically refused.

Feeling that thick aura of death, Prajna appeared somewhat nostalgic: "It’s the aura of the Great Tengu..."

The Great Tengu she mentioned was not a demon from Hell, but a great general of the Ghost Race, like herself, named after the most formidable demon they had slain, and one of her few friends in Hell.

Regrettably, before she left Hell, the Great Tengu perished during an internal power struggle within Hell.

Wherever there are sentient beings, there is conflict, and Hell is no exception.

Amidst the swirling black mist, the figure of Guderian emerged with enormous wings, his face morphing into a crimson ghost face. The terrifying ghost aura assembled his body into a monstrous creature, dozens of meters tall.

At this point, Porfirio evidently no longer expected these "Wild Mages" like Guderian to solve the problems: "Quick, send someone to invite Bishop Michael... Forget it, I’ll go myself!"

Bishop Michael was a straightforward man; earlier, when he sent someone to invite him, Archbishop Michael had bluntly said he would exorcise any demon on sight.

At the same time, within the Knight Order’s retinue, knights and martial monks fervently prayed.

Embroidered on their rather classical robes was a massive Latin Cross.

Some appeared quite angry, accompanied by expressions of disdain.

"How can our great President rely on those heretic demons to counter the demonic forces from Texas? Such an approach cannot succeed!"

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him, loves Him, may be saved."

Bishop Michael softly recited a passage from the Bible. Although he could understand Porfirio’s actions, this strategy undoubtedly tore the crusaders into two distinct camps.

The contest between "royal power" and "church power", long passed in Europe, remained severe in the religiously fervent land of Mexico.

The Church not only possessed the military might of the Knight Order and combat cultivators but also held vast lands and tenant farmers dependent on church estates, alongside numerous church schools and hospitals.

Some of Porfirio’s domestic policies were also hampered greatly by the church.

Clearly, the heretical ideologies of the Necromancy Sect taking root in the "sacred soil" of Mexico must have clandestine support from the dictator Porfirio. After all, the Church’s power was so overwhelming that even a dictator wielding absolute control feared being unseated by the Church one day.

Whether they would take such action is one matter; what is crucial is that the Church indeed has the power to support another figure to replace Porfirio.

"Your Excellency Michael."

Seeing the dictator approaching quickly, radiating warmth, Bishop Michael made no pretense, saying directly: "I..."

Clearly, the heretical ideologies of the Necromancy Sect taking root in the "sacred soil" of Mexico must have clandestine support from the dictator Porfirio. After all, the Church’s power was so overwhelming that even a dictator wielding absolute control feared being unseated by the Church one day.

Whether they would take such action is one matter; what is crucial is that the Church indeed has the power to support another figure to replace Porfirio.

"Your Excellency Michael."

Seeing the dictator approaching quickly, radiating warmth, Bishop Michael made no pretense, saying directly: "I..."

Clearly, the heretical ideologies of the Necromancy Sect taking root in the "sacred soil" of Mexico must have clandestine support from the dictator Porfirio. After all, the Church’s power was so overwhelming that even a dictator wielding absolute control feared being unseated by the Church one day.

Whether they would take such action is one matter; what is crucial is that the Church indeed has the power to support another figure to replace Porfirio.

"Your Excellency Michael."

Seeing the dictator approaching quickly, radiating warmth, Bishop Michael made no pretense, saying directly: "I..."