Hearing the words from "Neil," the Port Master, ministers, families, and guests present, including Bishop Youssef and a group of priests, all turned pale.
"Arrogant! How dare you desecrate the Goddess! Damned demon!!"
Father Hardin was filled with furious anger, sternly reprimanding.
His medium-length hair stood upright, swaying with the rising flames, his eyes transformed into blazing blue fire, sparks spewing from his mouth.
Hardin's heart was far from calm.
The demon possessing Nerlucius before him was so brazen, even daring to show disrespect to the Goddess, clearly not an ordinary being...
"No matter if you're from Heaven, the Wasteland, or beyond the realms, whether you're a higher-ranking demon or a powerful entity, this is the Britania Continent, territory of the Nine Great Empires, guarded by the Holy Land Klein... Daring to tread here, you'll face the most dreadful punishment, eternally damned to Hell in endless agony!"
This blue-flame priest vowed fiercely.
