-Huttonmar Church of the Priesthood-

The loud and loud bells echoed in the white church, the quaint and huge bronze bell swayed and swayed, the white carrier pigeon flew happily past it, and the white feathers waved in the air, and finally landed on the white floor tiles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Archbishop of the Clergy, Margello, prayed sincerely in front of the statue, and the golden sunlight shone through the three colored glass glass on the wall, making Magello look like a statue bathed in divine light.

Holding a golden cross charm in his hand, Margello prayed quietly to the idol in front of him, his eyes covered tightly with his eyebrows as white as snowflakes, and his old body was shrouded in a close-fitting red bishop's robe.

A figure appeared behind Magello.

"Well, are you coming?" Magello said softly, the person who appeared behind him did not frighten him at all, as if he had known that he would appear, or had been waiting for the person behind him to appear.

Saint Rulizhe looked down at Margello and bowed and said reverently, "Yes! Archbishop! On Saint Rulizhe's chest hung a golden cross identical to that of Margello's hand, and his long hair rested on his shoulders. The loose religious clothes were still a little tight when he wore them, just because Saint Rulizhe was so strong, and the muscles on his body seemed to burst out.

Margello pretended to look at St. Rulizzi and smiled and said, "I called you because there is something important, come!" Let's talk as we go! Magello said and left the place first, walking towards the outside of the church.

“…… Well? St. Rullizhe looked at the figure of Archbishop Margello with a little surprise, it turned out that it was not what he had in mind to pray with the bishop every day. Despite his doubts, Saint-Rulitzer kept up with Magello, who had left.

I didn't say anything all the way but walked slowly, watching the believers in the church still doing their duty for several years, and some residents in the town came to the church to pray silently, and their mouths were full of words.

It wasn't until the uninhabited corridor that Margello said slowly: "You've already heard about the mutation, right?" ”

"Yes, I have heard that the situation is very serious...... replied St. Rulizhe, when did the archbishop begin to be concerned about the change? He had been practicing in the church and suddenly summoned Saint Rulizhe to make him very surprised, why did he suddenly care about the sudden change in the past ten years?

"Hmmm! Looks like it's time for us to make a move......" Margello still whispered, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of determination in his tone.

“！ But Bishop, even if we don't do it, there are already ...... everywhere," said St. Ruliche.

St. Rullizhe was stunned by the bishop's words, knowing that the priesthood is never involved in the world, they are the apostles of God, they serve only the great gods, and only when they are "revealed" by God will they act. And now the mutations everywhere are being quelled down little by little, there are some people with lofty ideals who take the initiative to investigate the mutations around them, and look for ways to block the spread of one side, as far as Saint Rulizhe knows, there are not a few of these people. Could it be ......

Margello stopped, sighed silently, turned to St. Rulizhe behind him, and said, "What if it's 'Ozma' who appears?" ”

Margello's calm words set off a storm in Saint-Rulizzi's heart.

"What? Ozma? Could it be! Saint Ruliche asked aloud, his eyes widening at Magello in an instant, his golden pupils dilating in an instant.

"That's right! It's the Ozma of the 'Dark Holy War'! Magello said slowly, but the language was so firm and powerful, it seemed that he was sure of his own opinion.

The Dark Holy War, which lasted for more than 100 years, was a tragic battle led by the clergy and the impostors of Ozma. The rivers of blood are not enough to describe the brutality of the war, which is always full of flames, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and a faint smell of blood. The sky is never bright, sunlight is a life-like luxury for people on earth, the whole world is dark, and people are shrouded in a fear called "death" at all times. And Ozma is the demon who brewed this tragedy and fear.

If Ozma is really going to show up, as Magello said, then the priesthood will have to be dispatched, why? For only the clergy could resist Ozma's army of pretenders. Speaking of which, the emergence of the profession of the priesthood was established because of the appearance of Ozma.

"At that time, we sacrificed countless warriors and priests to seal him in another dimension, and the holy war finally ended. But ......" Magello seemed to think of the terrible holy war recorded in the holy scriptures, and his face was full of grief.

"Recently, it has been rumored that Ozma may reappear in the world!"

"Because of the mutation?!" St. Ruridje was shocked, thinking of the tragic holy war described in the holy scriptures, St. Rulizhe's heart was full of worry, if Ozma really reappeared in the world, then it was inevitable that mankind would once again experience a war in which the heavens and the earth changed color.

"Even if I am crushed to pieces, I will prevent the rebirth of demons!" Saint Rullizze's face was full of determination, his eyes widened, and he knelt down on one knee towards Magello.

Magello looked at the kneeling saint Ruliche bowed his head and was silent, his eyes did not know what was circulating, he approached the saint and said as he approached: "Hehe, I am really not mistaken! I have always admired your decisiveness. But ......"

Listening to the last of Margello's sluggishness, Saint Rulizhe was about to raise his head.

Margello's voice sounded again, and he sighed softly: "Forget it, I still don't want to worry about it!" Magello placed his hand lightly on Saint Rulizhe's shoulder.

"Let's go to Huttonmar and look for 'Golantis', she is a little light, but she is a wonderful priest, she will guide you!" Margello looked at Saint Rulizzi with a kind expression.

"Yes!"

"May the gods be with you, my faithful priest!" Magello put his hand on the head of Saint Rulizhe, and with a word in his mouth, he said a final prayer to Saint Rulizhe, who was about to go away.

A huge white angel statue next to the two of them reflected the bright sunlight, and the sword in his hand seemed to be about to slash at the demon of the void, and the wings behind him stretched out and were about to flutter and fly into the sky! Does this symbolize that there is a warrior who is going to join the worldly struggle and protect something? To punish what?

"Click, click!" The crisp sound of scissors resounded in the dark room, and long wisps of black silk fell to the ground, and the muscles of Saint Lu Lizhe**'s upper body swelled. "Whew!" He put on his tight clothes, tightened the zipper on his chest, straightened the gloves in his hand, and fastened the buttons on them.

"Choke!" A huge silver cross was carried behind him, and this cross looked like it weighed dozens of pounds, right?! But Saint Rulizhe only picked it up with one hand, and put it on his back without feeling the slightest burden.

"That's it! It's time to go! "Saint Lu Lizhe has already cut his long hair into a dry inch, and under the thick sword eyebrows are firm golden pupils, and the whole person gives people a kind of masculinity.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......" Saint Rulizhe stretched out his hand and pushed open the thick and tall iron door in front of him, the golden sun shining on his back, his steps were firm and persistent, this step must complete his mission.

Another warrior has thrown himself into the huge stage of Arad!