"Little brother, is it ...... You don't know about the Feather Fall?"

Seeing that Brandon's expression was not quite right, Roger, who knew that he was speechless, scolded himself secretly, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Feather Fall, of course I know, but the customs on your side look different from those on our side of the Cyprus Province, so I asked more." ”

Unexpectedly, after listening to Roger's hasty explanation, Brandon's eyes became even more puzzled, "Every year after the first heavy snow falls in winter, the entire territory of the pan-continent will be shrouded in dark clouds without exception, and then wait for the end of the annual Feather Fall Festival in the holy city of Kaya, it will be the Feather Fall Festival, what will be the difference between your Cyprus provinces?"

"I'll go, what the hell is that guy in Kaya is doing this Feather Fall Festival, such a big scene, why haven't I heard of it in the Pan Continent for so many years before?"

Roger's eyes purred, but he didn't know how to explain it for a while, at this time, it was obvious that the more he said, the more outrageous the wrong thing became, so it was better to prevaricate in the past.

In the crowded crowd, the two of them were like a flat boat surging with the crowd, and they didn't know what Brandon had in mind, and their brows suddenly furrowed together: "It's not so much that you can't tell the Feather Falling Festival, or that your mentor is unwilling to let you know....... Your Heron Academy of Magic, it shouldn't be the so-called ultra-conservative Spire School. ”

Ultra-conservatives, this is a new faction in the realm of magic, Roger was racing through the idea of what these terms might mean, but in any case, the location of the extreme faction would not be a good description.

Roger's momentary silence was regarded as a certain degree of acquiescence by Brandon, who had been focusing on him, and Brandon, who suddenly realized, sneered in his heart, and on the surface, he still pretended to pat Roger's shoulder with good intentions, and reminded kindly: " Little brother, not brother I said, in those places in the north such as the Drobart Sect or the Violet Empire, the religious meaning of the Feather Fall Festival may be stronger, but in our Principality of Rest, everyone just treats this as an ordinary festival and has fun, and no one really regards him as a salvation given by the gods. ”

"Is there really no one? Not really. ”

Muttering in his heart, Roger looked around in confusion, those pairs of hopeful eyes, looking forward to the gloomy sky, even though Roger didn't know what they were waiting for, a chill still climbed his back, "Even in this place of magical change, in this magical country, has religion penetrated people's hearts to such a point.......

"Now. It's the time when we should change!"

In the dull eyes of countless bishops, priests, and nuns in the audience, and in the doubtful speculation of countless royal nobles, the current Pope Benedict IX of the Holy Light Church took off the crown symbolizing the supreme divine power with a calm expression, and placed it on the pulpit, while he took a step back respectfully, giving room for Nicholas V, who slowly came to power.

"Heh, it's been nearly half a century since I left this place, and nothing has changed. Nicholas V, with his white beard, staggered close to the pulpit, his old face full of pleats full of loneliness, "It's just that there are very few old faces left today, and the laws of time laid down by the gods are such wonderful things." ”

Nicholas V's voice was not loud, but it was just audible to everyone, and there was a subtle sense of distance, and his cloudy but bright old eyes swept over the pious believers who sat down, and the royal nobles who were invited to watch the ceremony a little farther away, and his originally somewhat rickety body gradually straightened up.

"Remember the last time I spoke in this auditorium of Kaya Cathedral a century ago, when our Inquisition had just uprooted the last hidden mage society in the Kingdom of Haisuon, the northern kingdoms had completely returned to the embrace of the gods, and the blasphemers who had stolen the power of the gods had been completely suppressed to survive in the southern kingdoms, so I officially declared the end of the Third Holy War here. ”

There was a whisper of discussion in the audience, and the holy war, which was dubbed the 'Templar Epic' by later historians, was undoubtedly an obscure legend for the people of this era.

No matter how much the Holy Light Church tries to whitewash and cover it up, the holy war provoked by the Holy Light is full of desires, betrayals, and aggression of interests from beginning to end, which is obviously contrary to the Holy Light Church's concept of the name of God.

In recent centuries, this aspect has been deliberately or unconsciously avoided in the education and official records of the northern states, and now that Nicholas V has revisited the past, everyone including high-ranking religious figures such as Richelieu has fallen into extreme confusion.

"I remember when I stepped down from the pulpit, the bishops and the grand dukes of the world came up to congratulate me on my peace, praised me for successfully upholding the authority and glory of the gods, and everywhere I looked, everyone had a smile of joy and respect, but you will not know the struggle and sorrow of my heart. ”

With the low and hoarse voice of Nicholas V, the golden and brilliant auditorium, which was originally illuminated by gilt decorations, suddenly dimmed, and all the light in the space seemed to be concentrated on his rickety figure, and under that holy light, the traces of time quietly dissolved on Nicholas V.

"You and I both know that in that holy war, the Holy Light did not achieve the final victory at all, and those blasphemous knowledge was still passed down from generation to generation by the group of unbelievers, and today, the ashes that have not been extinguished have burned into a raging fire again, there is no peace, this is just a truce that lasts for a hundred years!"

Nicholas V's impassioned speech made the royal families invited to the ceremony frown, and some royal families with orderly inheritance have already smelled a little different flavor from it.

"Smack!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Alois, the eldest prince of the Violet Empire, decisively got up and left the table, trying to leave here with the help of his personal guards, but they were stopped by a group of monks with white covered armor and thorny crowns at the door of the cathedral, each of them was diffused with obscure and strong divine power fluctuations, and the two fifth-order strength guards were defeated in just one face, although this is unbelievable, but the fact is that these monks are all Holy Domain!

"Recognizing this, I stepped down from the pontificate in the following year and promoted Cardinal Honoré to the new Pope, as you call Benedict IX. ”

The slight commotion in the audience did not affect Nicholas V's speech, he trembled and took off his fur-edged fur hat, and put the papal crown on the table back on his head, "Now, the power of the sacred name has been accumulated for a long time, it is time to put down the scroll in his hand and the useless mercy in his heart again, and pick up the sword and fire that symbolize punishment, and a new round of holy war is about to begin!"

The light was at the limit of Nicholas's convergence, but the surroundings were so dark that he could not see his fingers, and the chant of nothingness was played, and the old man in the twilight was once again bathed in divine light.

"I am hereby crowned, in the name of Nicholas VI, in the witness of the Almighty, Supreme, and Eternal God of Light, to destroy all magic!"

"Bang la, bla blah. ”

The dim canopy that overwhelmed the continent finally bloomed with countless golden rays of heavenly light, first pure white snow falling from the sky, and then countless pure white feathers falling from the sky with the wind.

The streets of the port city of Wickz burst into deafening cheers, and every feather that fell on the people would shine brightly, and the lucky person who won the feather would also receive the most sincere blessings from the people around him.

A piece of crimson feathers fluttered in the snow, was pulled by the cold wind and swirled, and finally slowly floated to Roger's warm palm, Roger was still stunned, and the people around him had already cast envious eyes.

"Ha, little brother, you are lucky, the first time you participated in the Feather Fall Festival, you got the feathers of different colors, don't hurry up and put them away, those white feathers will disappear after midnight, only these rare feathers of different colors will be retained, just this one, you can sell a hundred gold Langer on the black market." ”

Brandon drooled, and explained with envy that of course, his heart was more about stealing the fat sheep.

The crimson feather clutched tightly in his hand, and the faint familiarity on it made Roger froze for a moment, and then he jerked his head up, a mysterious symbol surging in his right eye.

Above his head, the sky that should have been familiar with the sky had already become deep and treacherous at this moment, and the dim clouds became radiant in his eyes in an instant, and after the surging clouds, the sky of the pan-continent was shrouded in the concept of flowing holy light, and the illusion was blurred, as if the divine domain of the holy light god Eda had descended.

Unprepared, the dazzling celestial light of the concept level originating from the gods burned Roger's right eye for a moment, and no matter how miraculous his reborn creations were, they were not concepts after all.

Bright red blood trickled down from the corners of Roger's eyes, and in the moment before his vision dimmed, Roger could see everything behind the clouds.

In the flowing kingdom of holy light, the source of the flying feathers, that is the feather clan that has long been extinct on the continent, leaving only countless legends, they soar and fly in the concept of holy light, pale golden wings stretch behind them, or, now, they can also be called, angels!

Clutching the crimson feather in his hand, Roger looked hateful for a while.

"Everyone of the Feather Clan...... Church of Light, you are, bastards. ”