Kapitel 275: Don't waste my time

Inside the church, there was a deathly silence.

Tiberius held the weakened Ruby in his arms, his eyes filled with both sorrow and anger.

On either side of the church stood four black-robed bishops.

And at the back, there was a group of purple-robed bishops, at least twenty strong.

Everyone stood silently, rigidly waiting for the arrival of the dungeon race warrior.

It had been just two months since the agreement of cooperation was struck, and the Mist Church had already received many unheard-of and unseen treasures from the dungeon race.

Even the scepter in the archbishop's hand had been taken back by the dungeon race for enhancement, its magical power now several times stronger than before.

With continuous benefits, the Mist Church had come to regard the dungeon race as their most significant partner.

And killing Alexander was a shared intent between the Mist Church and the dungeon race.