Bai Zhen can be firm in her faith, but she can't let the paladins and paladins who have not seen miracles believe in the same lord as her.

The sun god Pero, whom the holy warriors worshipped, was very active, and all the priests who were strong enough to pray to him, almost always appeared to him, giving relative divine grace and teaching. Trainee paladins are often guided by oracles.

There's no room for her to interfere at all.

After seeing that she was unable to reverse the situation on her own, the radiance of the oracle that shrouded her seemed to gradually dissipate, and everyone would give her enough respect for the Holy One, but not in her Lord.

What really controls the situation is the seemingly evil, but in fact neutral Abyss Army under the command of Jason Momoa.

From the Guardian's standpoint, that's fine.

From the perspective of faith, Bai Zhen felt that the lights in front of her were being extinguished one by one, and the road ahead was in a dark fog.

Once, a large number of congregants prayed and discussed with each other and shared their spiritual cleansing, which is what she has witnessed in the past ten years of her life.

Isn't the inability of one's own deity to manifest itself a sign that one's doctrine is in the twilight?

No one noticed that Joan of Arc's once-steadfast faith was showing signs of wavering, even if she hadn't fallen into that desperate state of self-doubt.

Her future path was uncertain.

Obviously holding high the iris battle flag, what repeatedly appeared in Bai Zhen's mind was the image of Hei Zhen serving Jason.

"What's wrong with me?" Bai Zhen stroked her lips with her right index finger a little dazedly, but she didn't know that this action was actually very sexy.

Fortunately, when she activated her ability, the whole person was like a super-high wattage extra-large light bulb, and no one would want to look directly at the light, except for Wang Hao.

A guy below the hero level, even if he can use the system, he will only see a bunch of question marks when he looks at Bai Zhen.

Only fellow overlord-level guys would notice that Bai Zhen was slightly wrong.

This is not enough, only the existence of the spiritual system cultivation can see the problem of Bai Zhen, and then reflect it in the system list of the retina.

"Lady Joan of Arc! I have something very important, so please come to the side room. Wang Hao's statement is undoubtedly a private matter.

The side hall means an informal meeting, and normally speaking, business-to-business matters can all be said in the military chamber.

Bai Zhen frowned, her golden eyebrows formed a very intriguing arc, and she didn't refute it immediately, but just asked, "What is more important than the injuries of thousands of soldiers?"

"Yes, the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers!"

Is this business again?

With doubts, Bai Zhen finally stepped back and followed Wang Hao to the small hall behind the fifth city wall.

"Lord Jason Momoa, what's the matter that doesn't mean anyone?

"Your faith is shaken!"

"You ......" Bai Zhen wanted to refute Wang Hao, but the words came to her mouth but choked in her throat and couldn't speak.

"I can see that your light is declining, let alone an enemy. You guys who convert energy into energy are trouble. Isn't it because you're upset, your Lord hasn't answered you?"

Bai Zhen was angry for a while: "You don't know anything about me!"

Wang Hao's brain was hot and replied: "I know everything about the other one!"

Bai Zhen's brain is down, and the picture in her mind is full of another picture of her, Hei Zhen's swaying body.

Should she die of shame and indignation? Or should she deny that it was her?

Her integrity and loyalty did not allow her to lie, so she held it like this, holding back every minute and every second, and she looked like her internal injuries were about to explode her lungs.

Wang Hao sighed in his heart, it was because he pushed Heizhen in a moment of pain that he did so much. By the way, it's not all his pot, right?

"It's not your fault, it's not the fault of the one you believe in. The mistake is that you were born in a time when the gods had left the earth. ”

"Ahh

"The Age of Mythology is the Age of Mythology because at that time, powerful aliens who were 'gods' still ruled the earth, and their powerful spiritual power could sense and respond to the prayers of believers. While collecting the spiritual power of the believer as a power, it gives the believer strength, or performs the so-called miracles. ”

As he spoke, Wang Hao opened the window and waved his hand towards the square full of arms below, and a huge black waterspout with a diameter of ten meters appeared out of thin air, easily swept away a huge cannon, and gently put it on the flat ground twenty meters away from it.

He continued: "Our mightiness, in a time of widespread ignorance of mankind, can also be worshipped as gods. ”

Bai Zhen pursed her lips: "......"

"I have no intention of blaspheming your faith. It's just that the one you believe in, even if you can't feel your prayers here, I believe that he is still alive in some parallel world, showing his holiness. ”

Obviously I should be the most pious one, why do I feel like I have been redeemed when I hear this?

Bai Zhen hesitated for half a second and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Wang Hao shrugged: "Please, I'm from the earth in 2020." Since you could have become a saint six hundred years ago and come here across time and space, why don't you believe that your Lord exists in another time and space? And this place itself is a place forsaken by God! Being able to receive it proves that the gods of your house are very concerned about this side. ”

A holy smile appeared, like the noble lily, blooming in the early spring morning, and even faintly visible dew.

"It's ridiculous that I, who is known as the strongest believer in the world, could be so ridiculously shaken. Gently wiping the moisture from the corners of her eyes, Bai Zhen smiled.

Wang Hao was not surprised to see that the divine power that lingered around Bai Zhen's body was rising exaggeratedly in a quality and quantity that was visible to the naked eye.

"Don't mind, Joan of Arc, no one is born holy, and no one is born defiled. Even if he is a flawless saint in the legend, to put it bluntly, he (she) is first and foremost a person, but he or she has done a lot of great deeds before he is revered as sacred. History books, on the other hand, tend to ignore their minor flaws. ”

"Oh, is it?" Bai Zhen's expression suddenly became a little playful: "If the wall of sighs is held this time, the history books will also ignore you playing with it, cough, that's right...... Black?"

Joan of Arc found herself a little incoherent.

That's another ego!

There's no way not to think about it, not to care.

Wang Hao was almost painful: "Please, if you think like this, aren't you afraid of falling into a demon like Yun Daosi?"

The consequences of the fall of the clergy are far worse than the fall of ordinary people.

What was once sacred often brings double evil.

It's like the legendary fallen angel Lucifer.

Wang Hao didn't want Joan of Arc to lose his heart because 'Heizhen was tossed by him Wang Hao'. After all, the overlord-level nurse is only one of Bai Zhen!

Keep the nurse and MT, and it's hard to lose the team fight.

Contrarily......

Bai Zhen trembled all over, and said wrigglingly: "I'm afraid!"