章 322: Flying Head Barbarian

"We lost?"

Within the Holy City, the Holy One listened to the news brought by his men in disbelief.

"Faceless One was actually defeated?" The Holy One angrily slapped the armrest of the white stone holy seat. A wave of shock rapidly spread, shaking the whole hall.

In the face of the legendary level Holy One’s wrath, his men sweat like rain, yet they insisted on the factuality of the news.

"Yes. In the presence of all, Faceless One was assassinated by a mysterious girl using the weapon that is suspected to be the artifact sword of Brettonia, Caliburn."

"Caliburn?" Holy One was surprised for a moment, and then somewhat bewilderedly and confusedly said, "How could it be Caliburn? It’s clearly… forget it, just report the news to the Holy One Prophet, and be sure to seek his advice."

"No need. I already know about it."