Seeing him appear, a temple priest hurriedly walked down the steps and greeted him.

"Master Shaka, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" The visitor saluted him with a serious face.

"Sir? Which master?" Shaka was a little confused.

"You'll know when you go in and take a look!" The visitor pointed to the temple behind him without elaborating.

Shaka then unleashed his sixth sense and tried to explore what was in the depths of the temple.

But unfortunately, the temple was enveloped by an extremely powerful and hot microcosm. As soon as his consciousness touched it, it was like being burned by flames, and he could not penetrate at all.

Obviously, someone deliberately set up a barrier outside to isolate everyone from exploration.

"Please, Lord Shaka!" the priest urged again.

Shaka hesitated for a while, but after sensing that there was no malice on the part of the priest, he finally made up his mind and stepped onto the stone steps in front of the temple.

Ta-ta-ta!

The golden boots made a crisp sound when he stepped on the steps, and soon he stepped over the long stone steps.

The moment he entered the temple again, he passed through the barrier and finally used his sixth sense to 'see' the scene inside the temple.

Dozens of priests stood neatly on both sides, like an army waiting for review.

More importantly, Shaka noticed that all the sacrifices exuded a strange aura of the small universe.

They were forced to ignite the small universe and became the fighters of a certain god.

"Have you betrayed your beliefs?" Shaka asked with a serious face as he silently burned his own small universe.

"No, we have never betrayed our beliefs, we are loyal to our beliefs!" The priest closest to him gave him a cold look and said.

"Then why did you become the warriors of the evil god?" Shaka asked again, clasping his hands together, gathering the power of the small universe in his palms, ready to attack at any time.

"Evil God? You haven't forgotten what your true belief is, have you, Shaka?" At this moment, a disdainful voice came from the end of the temple.

Shaka released his senses, looked for the sound, and immediately discovered that under the Brahma statue at the end of the temple, leaning on a young man with a red scarf and shawl, black clothes and gold armor.

The other party exudes a hot and powerful aura of the small universe, which has the same origin as the barrier outside the temple.

Obviously, the outer barrier should be the other party's masterpiece.

However, what surprised him was that the aura of the small universe in that young man was not only very powerful, but also completely different from that of other sacrifices.

The other party's small universe is more like it came from his own practice, rather than being forcibly ignited by the gods, and there is no abnormal leakage at all.

It was also because the opponent's small universe did not leak abnormally, his aura was relatively obscure, and Shaka's attention was almost attracted by the priests, so he did not notice the opponent's existence immediately.

"Who are you?" Shaka asked immediately.

The young man glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "I don't even know you! It seems that you, the Maiden Palace, have really almost forgotten your true beliefs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the small universe around him turned into a blazing wave of fire and bounced towards Saga.

Sensing the terrifying microcosmic aura contained in the fire wave, Shaka did not dare to neglect and immediately opened his hands that had been tightly closed.

"The devil surrenders"

In an instant, a huge pink lotus appeared, covering him inside, and then the petals opened outward one after another, seemingly slowly but really quickly.

In his open hands, a dazzling light shot up against the fire wave.

boom!

The demon-suppressing light released by Shaka was instantly incinerated, and the wave of fire continued to melt the lotus-shaped defense surrounding him and hit his chest.

"ah--"

Shaka screamed and was knocked away.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been thrown into the lava of a volcano, and an extremely terrifying high temperature was scorching his body.

Shaka was about to fly out of the temple, but he seemed to have hit an invisible wall and was suddenly stopped.

Another thump was heard and it hit the ground hard.

When the priests saw him, they looked at his eyes, nose, and heart, as if they had not seen anything. They still stood there quietly, neither helping him nor embarrassing him.

"Wow--"

Shaka struggled to get up, suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Now, do you remember who I am?" The young man's arrogant voice came from the end of the temple again.

"I remembered it!" Shaka wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

The opponent's seemingly random attack left him unable to parry, leaving a deep burn mark on the breastplate of his golden holy garment.

If the opponent hadn't intentionally held back, he might even have been burned to ashes by the opponent's terrifying wave of fire.

There was only one person in his memory who had such strength, wore golden armor, and was good at using fire.

Apart from that one, there will be no other one.

"Excuse me, why did you come?" Shaka asked solemnly.

The young man did not show off and replied directly: "The Holy War is about to start, and the gods decided to take this opportunity to re-divide the world!"

"Let the glory of the gods shine beyond the Ganges!"

"But the Olympian gods will not allow it!" Shaka shook his head.

"Don't worry about this, the gods have their own plans!" The young man waved his hand without explaining.

Shaka did not continue to ask after seeing him, but immediately changed the subject and said: "Some time ago, a saint from the holy realm came to the Ganges. Sir, have you seen him?"

"No! You'd better ask a few of them!" The young man shook his head.

Shaka then cast questioning glances at the priests in the temple.

Immediately afterwards, a priest was heard saying slowly: "A few days ago, I happened to meet a Saint outside who called himself 'Columba'."

"He said he wanted to maintain the peace of the earth and wipe out our group of evil god warriors."

"Then we started fighting."

"What about his body?" Shaka sighed helplessly.

Columba has been missing for many days, but the priest who fought with it is standing here intact. The result is obvious.

Columba is defeated, and may even be dead.

"I took off his holy garments and threw his body into the Ganges River to feed the fish!" the priest replied calmly.

Shaka felt a little complicated after hearing this.

From the perspective of the Holy Realm, Columba is his companion, but from the current perspective of the Ganges gods, they are enemies.

After a long time, he finally calmed down and slowly said to the priest: "I was ordered by the Pope of the Holy Land to investigate the disappearance of Columba."

"Give me the holy robe, and I will take care of the aftermath for you."

"Also, don't go out casually these days!"

"The Pope is sending people everywhere to search for the lost golden holy clothes, and Tong Hu from Wulaofeng is also preparing to mobilize the saints to wipe out the evil gods in the east."
Chapter completed!