"There was no need to turn to this incompetent aristocrat for help."
Godfather Miles sneered.
Elder Toric's plan was perfect. This time, in north land, the Sun Church of Morillorea, they not only harvested millions of followers, but also gathered hundreds of thousands of the ghosts.
Among them, Godfather Miles gained the most.
Now behind him, except for the Sun Knights and the Sun Judges who had been brought out of the Sun Church of Morillorea, there were tens of thousands of horrible ghosts whose average combat power was close to the earth level.
This was an astonishing combat effectiveness. Not to mention that in the Godfather Miles's mind, Louis was just a half-step legendary warrior. Even a warrior who had just reached a legendary level had to avoid these ghosts.
Therefore, Miles became arrogant.
