Everyone in St. Heinz' grand palace was slightly surprised.
Of course, even though this scene was unexpected, they continued watching calmly.
"I think Wilson is preparing the main cannons in the godly palace, right?" The voice came from the projected image of an old man who wore a pure-white priest robe. Obviously, he was a high-level official of the godly palace.
The moment he said it, three hexagonal stone gates opened in the ancient stone palace, revealing three black cannon muzzles.
Even without firing, they emitted a horrifying suppression.
At this moment, several figures flew out of the grand palace.
The person in the middle was Wilson, the Land of Thorns. He was the powerful existence who had sat in the center of the grand palace in a luxurious black robe with golden patterns.
The six knights were wearing armor of different colors, and the three prophets in black spiritual robes flanked him.
