A divine spear was thrust into the ground, Aristotle descended in glory, holding the spear and facing off.
Ah, the First Knight.
Natasha's eyes swept coldly over the couple: "Eton, it seems that we European nobles are destined for an internal conflict today."
Eton rotated his fists, "I'm also quite regretful... Stallone, I never thought you would abandon your dignity."
Stallone's gaze narrowed, but Fulisha shouted, "Eton, you can't blame us, the Vatican is the true master of this world. By obeying it, we can achieve imperial domination in the future... Have you forgotten that we believe in the Lord?"
Eton sneered, "Spiritually, of course, I believe in the Lord, but in reality... I trust in my own soul more!"
Internal rebellion among European nobility, the legion directly split in two, with half joining Stallone and his ally.
This made the other forces secretly roll their eyes, knowing that the West wasn't united either. And look, another internal strife has broken out.
