As a prefix of this era, the Cult of Light has the strength to compete with the coalition forces of various countries, and it also has a pivotal position among the coalition forces of various countries.

"My child, go to the coalition and let them see the glory of the God of Light. "The Pope is already a very old man, but he has a more robust body than the average old man, his white hair is slightly curled, his long beard hangs down on his chest, and his kind expression is like the most ordinary old man in the world, but his body stops, and under his robe is a body with the highest combat power.

"Yes, I will obey your will and let the splendor of God glorify the world. ”

Deliberately or unintentionally, the Son, who bowed his head respectfully, did not look directly at the Pope's gaze, and in his spiritual power, this man seemed to be radiating a scorching light all the time, as if the statue behind him had an incomparable light, which made people have to submit at his feet.

The mental power shield seems to be a little unstable, it is too powerful.

The Holy Son knows where his biggest flaw is, as a powerful Holy Son of the Cult of Light, his soul replacement is not without flaws, the power of faith, the power of feedback from the belief in the God of Light, in his current body, only a thin layer of disguise on the surface is left, and everything else disappears like water at the moment of soul change.

The ones on his body now do not come from him, but from the demigod holy ring that he has been hanging on his chest, as a representative of the Cult of the God of Light, this holy ring itself can also absorb a part of the faith, and what is exposed is similar to the power of faith that the God of Light gave back.

If it weren't for this, the Holy Son would not dare to appear in front of the Pope at all, and in any era, in any world, it would be a life-threatening thing.

The corners of the pope's lips seemed to show a smile, and it seemed that there was no, he was like an ancient king, watching his sons fight for the throne, but there was no more bias in his own heart, more noble than the king, he occupied the position of justice or goodness to spread the glory of God, so that the world is like heaven.

This noble belief enabled him to choose the one that was more conducive to the development of the Divine Religion with a public heart.

Of course, before that, the strength of the power of faith had already stuck a large number of people, and the rest, whether or not they could finally seize power, their belief in the God of Light was doomed to be betrayed by them.

Therefore, the Pope did not pay attention to the strength of the faith in the Holy Son, just as some people are flamboyant and some people are introverted, being able to restrain their own faith is also a manifestation of maturity, otherwise, like the sun, I am afraid that nothing can be done.

"Very well, my child, I am waiting for your return. ”

The Pope's words are like making a promise.

The Son bowed his head again, bowed, and withdrew from the palace, and saw the restless mermaid princess Molly, who was waiting outside, standing on the steps, and said to her, "Holy Molly, from this day onwards, you will enter the Holy Church, where you will learn how to be a holy woman. ”

The power of faith can never be forced, belief is belief, unbelief is unbelief, and the Son, who was once regarded as a god of light, knows better that if there is really a god in this world, then for God, who is his own believer and who is not, is as clear and clear as a lamp in the night, and it cannot be disguised at all.

Molly will only be worthy of the name if she can have the power of faith in her, otherwise she will have to sing the praises of God's glory day after day in the Holy Church.

Since the day the Holy Church was founded, it was only a matter of time before all those who came out would have the power of faith.

Molly didn't know how boring the days would be in the future, hearing the title of "Holy Daughter" that seemed to be the same name as "Holy Son" at first glance, her heart was full of joy, she still remembered what Aquaman Yasian said, it is okay to make herself a maid of the Holy Son, and now, to be able to become a Holy Maiden, she is very happy, with a smile on her face, and the hard work along the way seems to be negligible.

It's so simple.

The Holy Son didn't look at her again, looked sideways at the great knight Kamamon on the side, and said, "There is a sick red dragon in the Poison Dragon Mountain Range, and the defense line there is on the verge of collapse, Kamamon, as a Grand Templar Knight, can you take on the heavy responsibility, can I trust you?"

Staying in the Divine Cult and following the Holy Son can only come and go like a bodyguard, and there is no real power, but it is better to take charge of the party in the local area.

"Do as you say, and I will be the blade of light, destroying evil and bringing light. Still in amnesia, Caledo, who thought he was Kamamon, bowed to the Son on one knee like a standard Templar.

Deep down in his heart, he has the ambition to pursue power, and he is not willing to bow down.

"Bless you and hope to get good news from you. ”

Using the spiritual power simulation to release a faint light technique, the slight light fell on Caledo's forehead with the overturning of the palm and touched it lightly, a trace of coolness seemed to make people's minds clearer.

Caledor restrained himself from evading **, accepting this, but he still couldn't help frowning slightly, every time he encountered a similar etiquette, he would feel a sense of discomfort, this discomfort made him feel more disobedient, am I really Kamamon?How could the Templars feel unaccustomed to this kind of etiquette?

Instinctive rejection does not match everything that the people around him tell him, suspicion, existed from the beginning, but he did not have more favorable evidence to prove who he was, so he could only temporarily accept this identity, including everything that identity brings.

The matter is urgent, Caledo set off for the Poison Dragon Mountain Range that day, there is indeed a crisis there, and it is difficult to overcome, the dragon clan itself is strong enough, the red dragon is a fire attribute dragon, and it has a far advantage over humans in the Poison Dragon Mountain Range, this battle is very difficult.

In the plot, this war is almost a rout, the defense line moves inward little by little, and the power of the zombie virus is once again confirmed in another world.

They are too strong, and they are capable of secondary evolution, tertiary evolution... Who knows what the end point of this evolution will be, and maybe it will become another species?

I don't know if one more Templar knight will be able to redeem this defeat, if he really has the so-called protagonist halo and supporting role halo on his body.

The Son also left that day, taking another Templar knight, Lomont, on his way.

"Oh, my dear Son, it is a privilege for you to be able to remember my existence at last. ”

Lomont was a middle-aged man in his forties, his appearance was as golden as the Cult of the Illuminati, and it was these golden lights that he loved the most, a Templar with dragon attributes, and his various manifestations of unruly demeanor matched by his little glittering hobby.

If it weren't for the fact that this person was assigned by the Pope to the original owner, the original owner would have a state of deep hatred for this middle-aged uncle who teased him as soon as they met, and he usually avoided it.

"Honey, is there anything Lomont can do for you?" Lomont said as he approached a graceful kiss.

It's obviously normal etiquette, but in his case, it clearly makes people feel that he may think of himself as a lady.

It was a terrible experience.

The Holy Son frowned slightly, and he had a sympathy for why the original owner didn't like Lomon.

"Lomon, I need you to be in charge of the migration of the deep sea merfolk, specifically, you discuss with the sea king Yasian, you are fully responsible for this matter. ”

The Holy Son blurted out that he originally wanted to find a bodyguard, but now, let's let his ears be clear.

"Aquaman Yasan is not an incompetent person, I don't have any benefit in participating in this matter on your behalf, but it will make her guard against us deeper, I think, you brought me out to go to the coalition army, compared to the deep sea mermaid with a purer mind, those coalition forces of various countries, none of them is easy to deal with. ”

When Lomont is serious, whether it is strength or brain, he has enough foundation for people to trust.

The Holy Son looked sideways, and finally took a serious look at this Templar Knight who is not even a background board in the plot, since the original owner was promoted to the position of the Holy Son, he has always been the one who stayed in the Divine Cult, and he has never had any face-showing activities, nor has a corresponding reputation, he is obviously a Templar Knight, but he seems to be a nobody, and I don't know how this person will react after the news of the death of the Holy Son he followed is returned.

From the Templars, he followed the Son until he was promoted to the rank of Grand Knight, but he was not as good as the Kamamon who came after him... How much more loyalty did he have to the Son, and how much could he trust?

"Honey, have you finally seen how good I am?" Lomont smiled and put on a very handsome pose, blowing his forehead hair upwards was really a bit charming, but because of his words, this charm was greatly reduced.

"You're right, then, what can you do, I hope your abilities will make me look sideways. The Holy Son said this, he was still full of defense and faith to the people around him, and this fundamental difference between the people of the Cult of Light and others was his biggest weakness that could not be exposed.

"Of course, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Lomont opened his eyes, which were always smiling, and showed brown eyes, and looked at the Son seriously, with excitement in his voice that he had not even noticed.

The Holy Son pursed his lips, did not express any opinion, and got on the four-wheeled car representing the identity of the Holy Son, the mutated horses with dragon blood were covered with dragon scales, and the faint white light shrouded in them made these horses who were not weak in appearance feel a little more holy, and as their four hooves were raised and galloped forward, the car gradually rose into the air and stepped into the sky.

Lomont, riding a winged lion, followed, and the other knights, lined up in two columns, each with a white dragon horse, guarded the chariot left and right, and when a group of people passed, it was like a line of white cloud bridges, and the holy light sprinkled over the place where they passed, and the holy water dripping down made the zombies below avoid it.

Some races that could not afford to flee were thus given a little respite, a little more chance to live.

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