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The female mage felt that she was in a very wonderful state. In the prayer that lasted for dozens of days and could not be interrupted, Catherine's attitude towards this god changed from forced at first to helpless, from helpless to proactive. She was disgusted with this inexplicable appearance, and then she numbly thought that "that is also dispensable". And now, as soon as she starts praying, the heart of the female mage will be filled with joy.

There was always a voice in Catherine's head that said, is it because of too negative self-anesthesia and compromise that her heart and blood are filled with supreme reverence for the so-called god?

But Catherine was convinced that her devotion came from the heart, just as a bird is close to the sky, and a fish cannot be separated from the sea. In the world of the female mage, the god is already everything in her life, the basic meaning of her existence.

In the darkness, the mystical thoughts from the god are filled with heaven and earth all the time. He was calling his people to the court. "This is the favor of my God. Catherine occasionally thought excitedly.

"The test of the sea of faith is not difficult at the moment, as long as you keep moving forward, towards the call of the god, you will definitely be able to pass it safely. The mage quickened her pace. She was so full of strength that she didn't feel the slightest fatigue.

The calm sea was indeed perfect for walking, and Catherine was much faster than she had imagined. But this time it was a pain for the short palm monster, and he almost trotted to follow the female mage.

The oracle has been on the run wondering when the next test of the sea of faith will come. But to his surprise, after hours of waiting, nothing happened. Except for the loud noise I heard a long time ago, this mirror-like sea was so quiet that it didn't make a sound again.

In the long years of the Kingdom of God, this is not the first time that the Palm Monster has come here as an envoy of the Divine Lord. He saw too many souls of all kinds, sinking in the sea of faith. Countless pains and confused souls endure torment under this peaceful and tranquil sea. They all wavered in their faith, unable to maintain their devotion and gratitude to the gods, and eventually became the nourishment of the Lord of the Night.

"Lord Night. The palm monster suddenly trembled. Every time he thought of this adult who was carrying the temple on his back and roaming in the sky, his soul couldn't help but tremble.

To date, the Palm Monster has never actually seen the full extent of the Night-Lady. It is said that the size of the night occupies half of the sky of the kingdom of God. As for its actual work, it is not to carry the temple on its back, but to inspect the entire kingdom of God on behalf of the god.

No one knows where Lord Night came from, or how many years Lord Night has existed in the Kingdom of God. According to a widespread saying, the night is the first person of the kingdom of God, the closest being to God. So even those weird tree sacrifices are very respectful of the night.

But the Palm Monster didn't think so, he had a perception in the entire kingdom of God, and perhaps no one else.

Whenever the Palm Monster had prayed a sincere prayer, after the Lord's mind had cleansed and purified his soul, there would always be a few seconds when he could see the dirt from the deepest part of his soul.

Those dirt are actually his strange thoughts, spontaneous, born and hidden in the subconscious, all kinds of doubts and speculations about faith, about God's kingdom, and even about himself.

Obviously, this is a sin! a sin that corrupts his soul, a sin that makes him feel ashamed and afraid. Therefore, as the most faithful servant of the Divine Master, the Palm Monster firmly believes that it must prove its piety. He had to face his own dirt and watch it remove from his soul, even if it would cause him unusually pain and hurt.

The cruel punishment known as "soul burning" was used to remove the dirt from the soul of the palm monster. The tree priests use the soul of the palm monster as fuel to burn the filth of his soul. The entire ritual will not take more than three seconds, but for this reason the soul of the palm monster will disappear by a tenth. And to restore the missing soul, it will take more effort and time than you can imagine. Of course, this is nothing compared to the pain of burning souls.

Those three seconds are no different from the long three hundred years. From the moment the burning begins, the soul struggles in the heat, without end, without end, in despair, and in an instant the consciousness goes into chaos, hoarsely wailing until one day it comes to its senses, or it loses itself forever in the chaos.

However, the palm monster is lucky, every time his soul burns, he can regain consciousness sooner or later, and even the tree priests find it incredible. Therefore, the palm monster firmly believes that this is the reward of the god for his piety. So he burned his soul again and again - to God, and to all the believers in God's kingdom, to show his unparalleled devotion to God.

However, no one knew about his pain. The burning of dirt merges with the breath of the soul, and it produces scenes that are both true and false. These images are reflected in the depths of the palm monster's consciousness, and will pop up again at unpredictable times.

This is his nightmare! Dirt needs to be removed, but in the process of elimination, new dirt is created again. The Palm Monster struggled to make himself more religious, to pray more diligently, and he burned his soul almost frantically, purifying the eternally filthy soul again and again.

But what good is that?

The old dirt is removed, and the new dirt is born, this is a paradox with no answers. In a long and endless life, the palm monster has seen too many things that should not be seen and not wanted to be seen. He was a devout believer and an unforgivable blasphemer.

This is his secret, the secret buried at the bottom of his heart. Every day the Palm Monster was terrified, fearing that the strange tree priests would knock open his prayer room and drag him into the temple garden to bury him in the soil as fertilizer.

The Palm Monster tries to stay in the temple as little as possible. He would rather wander around the kingdom of God, spending time in hiding and wandering. He became more and more withdrawn, gradually fading out of the vision of the gods, and it was no longer possible to get the favor he deserved. Grief, anger, but nothing can be done.

The Palm Monster can only blame others for all the faults, such as the bastard who came to the kingdom of God later than him and took away his gods. He cursed everyone who was able to enter and leave the temple freely, and resented every believer who was granted the favor of the gods. He complained and became persona non grata.

"My God has never forsaken me. So he was suddenly assigned to fetch Catherine, and for a time made the palm monster as excited as never before when he saw the buds of the sun for the first time in spring. But when he looked at the bastard who conveyed the oracle, who had replaced himself and taken the god for himself, he suddenly felt irrepressible resentment, like a rotten and foul-smelling mud emitting from a swampy pond, filling the heart of the palm monster.

"I must take care of Lord Catherine, she is the staircase on which I can crawl again at the feet of my god. I want that bastard to be kicked out of the temple and banished from the kingdom of God forever. The scene before the departure appeared in front of the palm monster's eyes for no reason, and his soul boiled like boiling water, "Lord Catherine must cross the sea of faith safely. Yes, Lord Night, the secret of the night is the key to everything. ”