At 5 a.m., three hours before the ceremony began.

Julia lay on her side on the futon, and despite her mental exhaustion, she did not sleep according to her body's wishes, but forced herself to stay awake at all times, occasionally recovering with the clock meditation that Donald had taught her, thinking about what she might face next and how to get out of her current predicament.

She watched as Donald and the others were imprisoned in the Inquisition, and this time no one stood in front of her to shelter from the rain and rain as before, and it was her turn to be alone.

But she's not completely alone.

Due to the dual limitations of talent and mental power, the connection between the ghost minions who had previously been subdued in the blight ruins has been severed from her, but there is one ghost that is different.

The moonlit bedside table cast shadows on the floor, and a wisp of gray mist snaked upward, past the magical shackles on Julia's wrists, and changed lines of text on the palms of her open hands.

"I got it......"

After a long time, Julia opened her mouth and spoke her lips, and the gray mist immediately dissipated, disappearing into the shadows again.

**

When~when~when~

The melodious sound of bells rang from inside the Temple of Justice, crossed the square in front of the temple, startled a flock of white doves, and then spread throughout Rapagard.

It's the morning bell that happens every day, but today is obviously different.

This is because the sound of the horn is immediately followed by the sound of the horn, not the high-pitched and high-pitched horn used in celebrations, but the low, but powerful war horn that is played in battle.

Of course, this is not a call to call the citizens of Rapagard to fight against anyone, but just the informative trumpet sound that the Temple of Justice is accustomed to.

It is told to all the inhabitants of Lapadad.

At this moment, please stop what you are doing as much as possible, look in the direction of the Temple of Justice, and pray sincerely.

The ceremony is about to begin.

So the entire inhabitants of Rapagade spontaneously walked out of their abode, holding the canon of the Righteous Sect in their left hand and two different props in their right hand.

A palm-sized white war hammer or an equivalent-sized brass scale.

The former stands for justice and order, and the latter stands for fairness and order.

At this moment, clouds slowly converged over Lapagard's area, at first looking like aimless wandering clouds, and then it was discovered that these clouds were purposefully converging above their heads.

"Miracles!"

At first one person was talking, then hundreds, thousands of people shouted, and then the whole city was plunged into a sea of excitement.

How similar it was to that afternoon in Komul.

The door of the Temple of Justice slowly opened, and an old man in a plain gray shirt walked barefoot from the outer cloister.

Everywhere the old man passed, the believers in that place, like knights, raised their faintly shining war hammers and prayed loudly, and the believers in that place, like priests, had to put the brass scales on their chests, and with the other hand they opened the canon and recited any of the verses on it.

The old man stood still outside the gate.

Ben's somewhat bent body slowly but firmly re-erected at this time, he is like a boulder on the edge of a deep pool, outsiders will always be surprised by the unfathomable depth of the pool and ignore the boulder, but when the boulder really falls into the deep pool, people will discover his true strength!

Walking into the hall of the Temple of Justice, walking to the center, there are more than a dozen people on his side holding velvet as the lining, and the outside is a hand-embroidered red blanket, and on the blanket, there is a pure white war hammer that is just placed there, still releasing dazzling light, and there is a dark gold balance that will make you feel that you have been subjected to an invisible torture in your heart at a glance......

Someone put a high crown on the old man.

Someone dressed the old man in a simple but intricate robe.

......

When everything was ready, the moment the old man stepped out again, the momentum suddenly rose!

At this moment, in the sight of everyone around him, he is no longer the simple and kind old man, but the supreme person of the Righteous Sect for nearly thirty years, the Righteous Pope - Matiel Harris!

His back, infinitely tall!

The ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner, with the Pope at the front, and the other clergy in the Temple of Justice lining up on the left and right sides of him, according to their status, until they reached the statue of the God of Justice in the center of the square, and then dispersed in all directions, forming a circle around it.

"Justice endures. ”

Standing in front of the statue, the Pope whispered to himself with his hand on his chest in the prayer gesture of the Righteous Sect.

In the next second, all the clergy of the Temple of Justice, including the Pope, began to chant an impassioned hymn, which is sung on the first day of every month when the Righteous Sect performs a ceremony called the Righteous Vision.

The sound was quickly heard, and the whole of Rapagad, from top to bottom, all the faithful began to join in the chanting procession.

As a result, people soon found that the war hammer in their hands invariably began to emit white light.

For these ordinary believers, who have almost never been exposed to such events, this is already a miracle that can conquer their hearts and strengthen their faith infinitely.

But this was far from the end, and soon the impassioned hymn was given way to a low, loud hymn, which was sung on the 13th day of each month, when the ritual was required on the day of the disability.

At this moment, the image of an iron glove glowing with a burning blood-red aura appeared in the sky above Rapagard.

This scene was seen by everyone, and the frenzied atmosphere was repeatedly raised.

In the square outside the Temple of Justice, the Pope received a portrait of a pair of weeping eyes, looked at it for a few seconds, and then put it in front of his eyes for a few seconds according to the ritual rules of the Day of the Blind on the 22nd day of every month, and then let go.

The portrait that should have fallen to the ground stalled in front of the Pope, and then gradually rose into the air, waiting for all the faithful in Rapagader to see the battle.

A flash of fire ignited from the corner of the portrait, followed by a gust of wind over Rapagard, and the already gathered clouds blended to form a face that was familiar to almost all followers of the Righteous Sect.

"The gods are watching us~~~~"

The thought of this involuntarily rose in everyone's hearts.

The Pope stepped back and moved out of the way, and immediately opened a gap in the ranks of knights behind him, allowing Julia and Tiffany to enter the ceremony.

The next step is the most critical step.

The shackles are untied, and the talent and mental power are freed,

Julia's hands continued to form a special seal that she had learned in Demingham, unsealing the seal on her body and freeing the soul of the Son from her body.

Tiffany Garcia unleashed her talent, her hands outstretched, and a body that was still only a baby emerged from her arms.

Above the clouds, the True Supreme Being watched this scene, and its figure suddenly blurred, turning into a dazzling streamer and falling from the sky.

Thousands of miles away, in the castle of the capital of the Lane Empire.

Several astrologers looked stunned, their eyes flashed like thousands of stars, and it didn't take long for them to wake up.

Someone left the chair without the slightest disregard for the image and rushed away......