Chapter 1062

The City of Miracles was now filled entirely with orcs and dwarves.

Occasionally, loyal believers came to this divine city to pilgrimage, each carrying a specially made pass.

Moreover, the City of Miracles was dotted with barriers; foreign spies could not only not enter, but even approaching would be detected.

The City of Miracles was especially vital to the current Flame Empire, as the empire's vast core secrets were all stored here.

Naturally, it must be guarded with utmost care!

These unexpected guests disguised themselves as residents of the Flame Empire, everywhere inquiring for information.

In fact, the Flame Empire currently harbored no small number of such unexpected guests.

"Do you believe it? Such a powerful empire, brimming with so many novel devices, arose only a few years ago? It's terrifying!"

Outside one city, a man clad in a robe said.

"I find it incredible too. They say that over two years ago, this place was still the Kingdom of Hiling, and the Flame Empire originally began as a small tribe from the orcish lands."

Another man also found it unbelievable.

"Yes, if I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I'd never believe it—even if someone said thirty years, I'd believe it, but three years? Too absurd. Don't you think there might be some embellishment involved?"

The third man said.

"If it were embellishment, it's exaggerated beyond reason. Do you remember the map we bought from that empire to the south? There was a map drawn ten years ago—this place was still the Kingdom of Hiling."

The man clad in a robe said.

"Quickly discuss among yourselves—figure out which parts you believe are true and which you think are embellished, so I can record them and send them to my lord. My lord is waiting to report to my god."

At that moment, a man beside them holding a pen and magical parchment said.

"Our judgments may be inaccurate. Better yet, just describe everything objectively and hand it to my god to judge himself."

"Alright!"

The man began writing his magical parchment.

He wrote down everything he had witnessed these past days.

He wrote for a full day.

Only when he finished did he realize he had used over a hundred sheets of magical parchment!

"So many?"

The man writing the letter was himself startled.

"Burn it all!"

Together, they burned all over a hundred sheets of magical parchment.

Meanwhile, far away from the Flame Empire, in a church, a voice rang out:

"My lord, the spies' magical letters have arrived!"

"Bring them here at once!"

The bishop said.

Soon, a thick stack of papers appeared in his hands.

The bishop began to pray.

After praying, the bishop waited patiently.

Even as a high bishop, he usually needed considerable time after prayer to receive a response.

But this time, the high bishop received a response quickly!

The high bishop was somewhat astonished—astonished by the speed of the god's reply.

Yet the god had already cast his gaze.

The high bishop swiftly flipped through the magical letters.

One minute later, the high bishop stopped, for the god had withdrawn his gaze.

"In just three years, the Flame Empire grew into a powerful realm capable of easily defeating the Iron Horn Empire's army? Impossible!"

In the Heavenly Realm, within a certain divine nation, a Tianlan Zunzhu's incredulous voice rang out!

Clearly, this Tianlan Zunzhu had read all the reports.

And then…

He instinctively refused to believe it!

"The Flame Lord's First Holy Maiden is barely a teenager, still only a Sacred Realm? Do you take me for a fool?"

The Tianlan Zunzhu snorted.

As he read each report sent by the spies to the high bishop, then relayed to him, the Tianlan Zunzhu sneered repeatedly.

Among these reports were also rumors circulating in the Flame Empire about the Flame Lord.

"Even wars between primitive tribes still require the deity to personally descend power…"

The Tianlan Zunzhu, upon reading this, couldn't help but sneer again.

He did not doubt that his empire's spies had falsified their reports.

Those spies were the most loyal Temple Knights.

He simply found it absurd!

Too unreal!

If the timeline were stretched a hundredfold, it might seem plausible.

But within just three years, so much had occurred—the Flame Lord's behavior before and after made this Tianlan Zunzhu feel that, at the start of these three years, the Flame Lord had truly been a novice, then gradually grew more skilled and powerful.

He had a feeling: if these reports were true, then the Flame Lord had likely reached his current state in just three short years!

If the Flame Lord had truly risen to power in only three years, then all the strange details and seemingly impossible elements in these reports suddenly became understandable.

But the problem was…

How is that possible?