There is no day or night in a dungeon city-state.

The ten balls of light in the sky shine twenty-four hours a day.

After all, not a single grass or tree in the city-state has received real sunlight, and it is naturally greatly discounted by replacing it with light.

However, although there is no day and night, the citizens' work and rest time will not be chaotic, after all, everyone can connect to the Internet, and the Internet time is standard.

As for the time of which region to use, the church will inform the people that basically the time in one time zone will take three months to six months.

In recent months, the dungeons have been using Honiara Time in the Solomon Islands.

It was half past eight in the evening of Honiara time.

In a wealthy citizen's house, a young girl is praying at home, and the idol above her head, shining brightly, fills the room.

The light even shone out through the windows of the three-story building, shining on the entire city-state.

Under this dazzling blazing light, the ten balls of light on the top were all reduced to foils.

"Oh, which priest is this coming to visit Dorothy's house?"

"No, I've been on the side of the road, and I haven't seen a priest coming. ”

"Ahh

"It could also be his man. ”

"Hey, have you forgotten that his man went to the ground? ”

Such a dazzling light could only be made by a priest, and the surrounding neighbors could see that it was definitely beyond the light that a citizen could make.

The neighbors were chattering, speculating about who in the family had reached the level of piety enough to serve as a priest.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

In this small building, a woman rushed up to the third floor in surprise, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw that the light overflowing inside almost blinded her, forcing her to close her eyes and twist her face and cover it with her hands.

"Helen?" the woman asked, half worriedly, half tentatively.

As the light faded, a girl under the age of ten knelt on the ground and opened her eyes, looking back at her, "Mom, is there something wrong?" ”

The woman covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, walked up and hugged the girl, and said, "Child, is it really you?

The girl nodded, confused, "It's me praying, what's wrong Mom?"

"God. The surprise on the woman's face was about to burst out, and she hugged Helen tightly and said, "You make me so proud, Helen, I am so proud, you will be a priest, my child." ”

Helen said firmly, "Of course, Mom, I will definitely become a pastor when I grow up." ”

The woman kissed Helen, shook her head and said, "Silly boy, you are already there!"

"Huh?" Helen stared at her mother.

"You're already a priest, kid!" the woman excitedly picked up Helen and went downstairs into the street.

She shouted to her neighbors, "My daughter has become a pastor!"

"Oooh!" the neighbors cheered with pride, congratulating her from the bottom of their hearts.

"Helen, God, she's not even ten years old, is she?"

"I thought it was Dorothy, but I didn't expect it to be her daughter. ”

While the neighbors congratulated, they were also shocked.

Nine-year-old pastor, that's a record-break, isn't it?

Although we all know that Helen of the Dorothy family is a good boy and a pious genius, she was a little short of a citizen a few days ago, and now she has become as pious as a priest.

However, everyone did not feel that there was anything wrong with this, on the contrary, there was only respect and honor.

After all, believing in such a thing does not have to be a step-by-step progress.

It could have been a sudden frenzy in one go!

Piety and faith are just a matter of thought.

It is normal for a thought to be enlightened, and the reverence for God in the heart suddenly skyrockets.

There is a precedent for a pariah who thinks that God has redeemed him because of something that has saved him, and then suddenly becomes a fanatic and reaches the level of a priest.

"Kid, light up this idol!" Dorothy carried her daughter to the entrance of the parishion, surrounded by a large crowd of neighbors.

She pointed to a tall idol of the god and asked Helen to pray.

Helen knelt in front of the idol and folded her hands with her fingers crossed, resting on her chin and closing her eyes in prayer.

In a short time, the idol bloomed with an incomparable dazzling light.

Even if everyone closes their eyelids, the light will hurt their eyes.

Suddenly, the light went out, and Helen was startled, and looking ahead, she could feel a more reverent consciousness preventing her from lighting the idol.

"Are you finally going to get in touch with the core of the church?"

Helen undoubtedly was the poor of Mo.

Since Mo poor wants to enter the diocese in this way, of course, he can't do it as it is.

Even if he transforms, it can't be, after all, his second form, this city-state has no record at all, but a black household.

It's okay to walk around the streets, and no one can remember everyone in the city.

But if you want to enter the church district, people do a little checking, but it turns out that there is no such person, and it is not good.

Therefore, Mo Qian chose a suitable girl, hypnotized her and sent her away, and then changed her appearance through the plastic surgery room and became her appearance.

In this way, he is a person with an ID card, relatives, and files, and many people know him.

"Is this child?" stepped out a man in a dark gray robe, his costume different from the simplicity of a citizen, but full of religious style.

Dorothy exclaimed, "Bishop Fipo, my child Helen, she is extremely religious!"

The bishop named Fei Bo smiled warmly, touched the top of Mo Qian's head and said, "You're only nine years old, aren't you?"

Mo Qian raised his head and said, "I am willing to dedicate everything to the great Mother Goddess. ”

Her expression was incomparably holy, and her eyes trembled slightly, reddening, as if she were staring at blood.

Everyone sighed, what a child, he is so pious and lovely.

They didn't know that the ink poor stigmata had flareed up, and their eyes were bleeding and tearful.

No one can know when the stigma will occur. Sometimes it stops bleeding on its own, and sometimes it comes back suddenly.

It has to be said that the Gaia Church is very likely to know that stigmata is the effect of containment. Once the other party realizes that Mo Qian has a stigma, it is possible that he will be exposed.

Betting that the other party does not know the stigmata, or does not know that the stigma is caused by the containment, is obviously not safe, and the fault tolerance rate is too low.

Therefore, when Mo Qi felt pain, he immediately controlled the eye muscles and nerves, and quickly spewed out tears, allowing blood and tears to gush out.

However, no one was seen at the scene.

Because the moment the tears flowed, they disappeared.

Drop point, in another world.

I'm afraid this is an operation that only Mo Qian can do, and his stigma happens to be of the blood and tear type, and there are no wounds. is different from Wuyunmo, Gou Ye and others.

In addition, only Mo Qian can shoot to the other world at the moment when blood spurts out.

So at this moment, his tear ducts are like the flamethrower that set fire to the other world.

The flames vanished at the vent, as if a transparent portal was blocking the vent.

It's the same with blood, the moment it spurts out the tear ducts, it's gone.

So that everyone could only see that the corners of Helen's eyes were red, as if her eyes were about to burst and bleed, but she didn't really spurt blood.

Not only is it not a stigma, but it also makes people feel that this child is so excited and religious.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to give his life.

"Good boy, come with me. Fipo smiled, took Mo Poor's little hand, and led her into the parishion.

The stigmata recurred from time to time, and soon subsided again, and Mo Qian rubbed his eyes and began to focus on the internal intelligence of the church district.

The ecclesiastical precinct is full of temples, temples and monasteries.

Along the way, Mo Qian looked around, recorded the route and the location of various buildings, and then sent it to Gou Ye and others to draw a deployment map.

"At every intersection here, there are guards, remember these sentinels!"

"Tsk, dressed like a Templar, but with an automatic rifle......"

"Well, the style of this gun is wrong, they designed it themselves. Enlarge the picture!"

"Ahh

They soon discovered that the church precinct was littered with weapons of faith, not just guns.

The walls, gates, and pillars were embossed with idols of the gods, and the entire ecclesiastical district was filled with the activation medium of this false god's power.

"Archbishop, this is the new priest Miaozi, Helen. Her piety is three thousand!" said Fipo respectfully, leading Mo Qian to a side hall like an operating room.

An old man in a golden robe in the temple seemed to have been informed in advance, and was supported by two female priests to sit on a chair.

The old man's eyes were hollowed out, and he looked terrible, and he wore an iron crown on his head, and the center of the crown was not a jewel, but a vivid eyeball.

"Helen, take your clothes off. Fipo said, opening the cabinet next to him and taking out a set of dissecting tools.

"???" Mo Qian took off his clothes with an unguarded look, but his heart was very strange.

He glanced at the crown on the archbishop's head, which was clearly a containment object.

Then the old man was heard saying, "Good boy, show your heart to God." ”

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