"Edward."

Nicholas shouted at the back of Joelson, "Sanctum, that's the only place you can go."

Joelson turned his head and looked at him deeply as if he had inadvertently glanced at a bell tower.

Then, without turning his head, he flew in the opposite direction of the Church of Light and left the Immortal City.

On the clock tower, Elin stared blankly at the back of the dragon that was driven away by Joelson. Her heart was empty, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Joelson flew in the air, and the wind blew past his ears.

Several streams of light followed closely behind him.

Because of its heavy body, the steel dragon was not very fast among the dragons, and the distance between the two was shrinking.

In fact, Joelson had no intention of running away.

Sanctum.

Nicholas' words reminded him before he left.

Sanctum was indeed his best choice.

There were many experts of various races in the sanctum. It was forbidden for saint-level experts to fight.

In addition, Joelson's talent was extraordinary. If he entered sanctum, he would definitely be protected. The Church of Light would be unable to pursue and kill him.

In the trial in the Land of Heritage, he had witnessed the establishment of the sanctum and knew where it was.

In the sky.

Next to the bitwall and the spatial rift.

If he wanted to enter the sanctum, he needed someone to guide him.

If he had developed normally, the rest would have sent someone to contact him soon to guide him into the sanctum.

But now...

He knew of another secret entrance.

After the victory, some experts had defected from the sanctum due to conflicts of interest, leaving a gap behind.

In the Misty Mountains.

West of the Immortal City, where the sun fell.

But...

He felt the saint-level aura getting closer and closer behind him, and his eyes flashed.

It was still too early to go to the sanctum.

A light arrow condensed from holy light shot out from behind him.

The steel dragon nimbly dodged, but it also stopped completely.

Joelson turned his head and looked calmly at the four people in front of him.

"Joelson Edward."

Someone gritted his teeth and read out Joelson's name.

It was Chesterton.

The arm that had been torn off by Joelson had completely grown back, and the Holy Church's Healing Divine Arts were still powerful.

Chesterton stared at Joelson, his eyes filled with anger, hatred, and resentment.

A broken arm could be reborn, but the humiliation Joelson had brought to him was hard to wash away.

Joelson's eyes lit up when he saw the Golden Authority that Chesterton held in his hand was inlaid with a new angel's heart.

Three people followed Chesterton.

A young and strong knight, a middle-aged man in a burlap robe, and a beautiful female priest with no expression on her face.

They were the Holy Inquisition of the Holy Church of light.

The knight took a step forward, looked at Joelson, and said in a low voice, "Hand over the evil necromancers."

Joelson shook his head and said, "Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Necromancers."

Joelson's eyes swept past them. "Behind you, you've gone too far."

The few of them subconsciously turned around. A pale-faced middle-aged man was flying toward them, giving them a sinister smile.

Frederick was chasing after Joelson.

Frederick flew in front of the few of them and bowed respectfully to Joelson. "Master."

Without even looking at Frederick, Joelson said to the members of the jury, "The man is here. Take him away if you want him."

Looking at Frederick again, he bent down obediently without any intention of resisting.

Both the jury and Chesterton were stunned.

What did Joelson mean?!

A complicated look appeared on their faces.

The knight took a step forward and said in a tough tone, "You must come with us. The Holy Light will give you a fair trial."

"Hehe."

Joelson chuckled and shook his head in disappointment.

"The holy church has completely fallen."

He still remembered that during the trial in the Land of Heritage, the priests of light ran around the battlefield to cast healing divine spells on the seriously injured and even fainted because they exhausted their magic power.

Unfortunately, now, only a group of arrogant and unreasonable false believers were left.

"Why are you still talking nonsense with him?!" Chesterton said coldly, "His Holiness, the Pope, said to bring him back. Death to the undead cult!"

The knight slowly pulled out the greatsword on his back. The man in the linen robe took a step forward, and the female priest's body emitted a faint white light.

Joelson's gaze was calm, and dark blue flames quietly rose from behind him.

Frederick also smiled evilly. He stretched out his claw-like palm and sprinkled a large amount of ash fog of the undead.

These three members of the court were all at the middle stage of the Saint Rank. With the addition of the powerful Chesterton, the Holy See's pursuit of Joelson could be considered a sure-kill attack.

The dark blue flames soared against the wind and instantly turned this area into a hell of flames.

White light shields appeared on the bodies of the few of them to resist the burning of the blue flames.

The steel dragon darted out from under Joelson's feet, and a terrifying power enveloped the four of them.

The man in the linen robe in the panel of judges took a step forward and pulled out a dazzling golden light with both hands, forming a weapon that looked like a long stick.

He forcefully blocked the steel dragon's violent attack.

His face was cold, and his eyes were as firm as a rock.

The ascetic monks of the Holy See had an astonishing combat strength.

The knights of the panel of judges were enveloped in a dazzling white light, and they held their longswords as they pounced at Joelson.

Joelson's expression did not change. He raised both of his hands, and surging blue flames gathered toward the knight, forming a powerful flaming tornado.

The flaming tornado stirred up the sky, and the powerful attraction kept pulling the knight back.

He was pulled into the center of the tornado. A violent and scorching aura burned on his body, and the white light shield trembled violently.

The female priest quickly chanted, and Joelson looked at her coldly.

Before the latter could react, a thick, long, sharp metal spike suddenly appeared in front of her.

The magic shield was instantly pierced like a piece of paper, and the spike at the top was only an extreme distance from the female priest's chest.

The female priest's face was pale, and she retreated in panic, looking at Joelson.

She saw a deep warning and cold killing intent in Joelson's eyes.

The female priest naively wanted to do something, but she saw a dark gold color coming out of his eyes.

The flowing metal kept clinging to her feet, and her hands and feet seemed to have become cold and stiff.

Ultimate alchemy.

The female priest did not have enough energy to care about others, so she could only use her holy light to resist the power of ultimate alchemy.

After a few moves, almost all three members of the jury were at a disadvantage.

Chesterton's face turned ugly. He was about to raise the golden authority in his hand when suddenly...

Bang!

Chesterton was hit hard in the chest and flew backwards. The Golden Authority slipped out of his hand and was firmly caught by another fair and slender hand.