The moonlight was like silver, shining through the screen window on the floor of the prayer room, and Wella knelt in the moonlight, draped in a white cloak, clasped her hands, placed on her chest, facing the statue of the crucifixion on the altar, and whispered: "Our Father in heaven: Hallowed be your name." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

forgive us our debts, just as we forgive our debtors.

and not let us be tempted. Deliver us from evil.

For all is thine, and the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen."

The statue began to emit a halo similar to that of the moonlight, and the same halo also spread over Wella's body, and then it corresponded like breathing, one expanded, and the other inevitably contracted, and I don't know how long it took until Wella's consciousness entered a strange state.

Some are similar to meditation, but they lack the ability to think independently than meditation, and some are like "going out of your mind" and "relaxing" in half a dream, like the soul is about to break away from the heavy exorcism and fly to the sky.

Then a warm, kind, and tolerant consciousness came, and in an instant Wella felt like she was returning to her mother's womb, enjoying all-round nourishment and warmth, both physically and spiritually.

A great emotion surged in his heart, and in an instant he broke the embankment of reason, and all doubts, wait-and-see, resistance, and scheming were exhausted, and hot tears rolled down, and the calmness of a mage was completely dissolved, and the whole heart filled Wella's heart.

A large group of nuns rushed in, and they used the high and low tones of arias, no sentences, only the tremor that resonated in the chest and nasal cavity, and the exclamation sound of the throat and tongue vibrating, which perfectly interpreted a thick, beautiful, and sacred melody, setting off an incomparably warm and solemn religious atmosphere, and the leading priest held the chalice with a history of more than 1,000 years, slowly walked in front of Wella, and then dipped the three fingers of his right hand with the holy water in it, flicked it on Wella's forehead, and sang: " Praise the true God for His mercy on the world, and for sending His Son to save us, and I am now baptized into the Lord's fold with thanksgiving and praise for the Lord's grace. Be baptized and converted to Christ with great joy and join the church in eternal fellowship. The Savior was crucified, shed blood and water to pay the ransom, died with the Lord, lived with the Lord, and became a child of the Lord............"

Wella squirmed her lips, and the ballad that she had not dabbled in at all was enchanted with all her heart, flowing from her lips and from the resonance of her chest, incomparably pleasant, incomparably beautiful and clear: "The sons and daughters of the master return to their father's house." Be baptized and converted to Christ with great joy and join the church in eternal fellowship. I am now fully redeemed, fulfilled with righteousness by faith, bearing witness of the Holy Spirit and water in eternal happiness in the Lord. Be baptized and converted to Christ with great joy and join the church in eternal fellowship. I was baptized and offered my body and soul, and I rejoiced as a living sacrifice............"

Arm-thick candles were lit, and in an instant the entire prayer room was brightly lit, a small door was pushed open, and a group of tall knights wrapped in full armor seemed to come from a medieval oil painting. Men and women in red sacrificial robes came out of it, all wearing delicate wigs and holding a solemn and simple scepter, among them, the old man with a crown, a robe inlaid with gold trim and intricate patterns, holding a black wooden box that radiated colorful light, slowly ascended the altar.

The baptismal song stopped, the praise arias turned into soft whispers and admonitions in the background, and more than a dozen bishops and cardinals knelt quietly behind the Pope......

"Child, the Lord is pleased with you, it is your luck and your mission, and now that you have been baptized, you are the Lamb of the Lord, our brothers and sisters!" the Pope looked lovingly at Wella, who was kneeling in front of her, "Now the Holy One is vying to manifest the Holy One, and the Spirit is vying to manifest the Spirit! Now, like the night before the dawn comes, like the silence before the thunder is about to fall! Now another world is unfolding before our eyes, and where the glory of the Lord, the holiness of the Lord, and the name of the Lord, is still a desert, and where it is occupied and ruled by something called magic!"

The Pope stepped down from the altar and came to Wella, his palms covering the top of her head, "The Lord has chosen you, the Holy Body of the Lord has chosen you, child, take a part of the Lord and go to Nia, to the remote, safe, desert corners, to spread the Lord's holiness, the Lord's name......"

In the darkness that no one could perceive, in the most intimate corners of Wella's body, the pre-programmed awakening and return fell silent for the moment of the imminent eruption, and the converted moon elves continued.

Wella raised her head, and was amazed by the incomparable beauty and delicacy of a hot teardrop, sapphire-like eyes, soaked in tears of confusion, emotion, and admiration, "I don't understand, Your Majesty!"

"It doesn't matter...... Pope smiled gently, "the Lord will guide you!"

As he spoke, the box that radiated colorful light was sent to Wella's hand, like holding up an ocean, that is, lifting a world, Wella's body trembled, and then slowly stood up.

"Children, in addition to a part of the Lord, we have more than 2,000 years of experience and accumulation, and in the more than 2,000 years when the Lord has been asleep, we have ruled the whole world......" The general of the prayer room, the Pope put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and paced slowly in front of Wella, "We have a complete doctrine, we have a whole organizational structure, what we lambs need, what we want, what the Eternal Church is like a circus, a juggler...... And these are all your resistance!"

"From now on, you are the Lord's chosen people, and they are your siblings, your helpers, who carry our heritage for more than 2,000 years, and they will help you to open up the kingdom of the Lord in Nia!"

"Why, why can't we be here?" asked Wella.

"Because ......," the Pope smiled wryly, "is dangerous here, yes, immensely dangerous, not only for us, but also for ...... Also, the Lamb here is too far away from the kingdom of the Lord to be impossible to return without drastic measures, and although we are here, there is still power on earth, but it is already the afterglow of the sunset!"

"As you already know, the miracles of the goddess of wisdom are still happening all over the world, and where there is a catastrophe of the undead, there is ......salvation," said the Pope in a mocking tone: "There is no chance here, and even if there is, it is necessary to risk destruction...... That's why you're there!"

"I, I do," Wella said firmly, holding the colorful box firmly in her arms.

(To be continued.) )