Chapter 256: The Approval of the Gods

My name is Dale, a glorious fourth-level light guardian of the Ancient Asian Divine Cult, who studied under Master Apararu, a veteran sixth-level powerhouse in the Holy See. Now I'm the captain of the fourth team of the Ancient Asian Cult Garrison, and I have a group of great young men as my team.

As the strongest recruit of the first phase of the Ancient Asian Divine Cult, I have firmly dominated the strongest benefits of the first phase for more than five years, but I have been feeling a lot of pressure lately.

Ekir, who was originally the third in the first phase, is now a strong contender for the first place in our first issue, facing this cattle-level field priest who can rush to the front line of the battle with a chain hammer.

Two days ago, during the monthly assessment, the animal almost broke my knee. If it weren't for my final chess move, the first throne and welfare would have been taken over by this animal. Here, I can't help but want to complain and go crazy, Ekir, aren't you a priest! Can a special field priest with his own healing really be called a priest? Your uncle's meat is more meat than a blood cow, I'll take it!

As a warrior of the Ancient Asian Cult, I must always urge myself to make progress, so as a newcomer first, I always demand myself strictly, getting up at five in the morning to do sports, which is a basic compulsory course.

By the way, here I would like to thank the welfare system of my own Holy See, as an excellent squad leader, my residence is a small building allocated by the Ancient Asian Divine Sect. I am very grateful to the Ancient Ya Cult and the gods for their gifts, and it is because of their existence that my family and I have a better living environment.

My sister had a high fever that left her blind when she was a child, and my sister and I were like rats in the gutter in the cold city of Haunst. So I'm glad. I can be a warrior of the Cult of Ancient Asia. Everything has changed since joining the ancient Yatheistic cult.

My sister's eye disease. It was also through the help of His Royal Highness the Pope, Lord Ed, and Dr. Thabo that she saw again, and now she is serving in the cathedral. Under the tutelage of horticulturist Hassan-sama, he learns how to prune flowers. Thank you to the gods of Guya, to Pope Eid, for whom I am willing to give everything I have, including my life!

Ahem, digression, let me continue to tell about an unthinkable event that happened to me today.

When I woke up early this morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a black, thick, hard thing against my face, and I took a closer look. It is the hilt of a black bladeless broadsword, and I vouch for it with the personality of a great pope, and I definitely have no perverted inclination to sleep at night with a weapon.

I'm pretty sure this broadsword shouldn't be mine. Because although my sister and I have lived a good life with the help of the sect, in terms of weapons, I still use the standard weapons distributed by the sect. I still need more than 500 papal contribution points.

As a good warrior of the ancient Ya Divine Cult with good morals, although I was very reluctant, I still decided to return this sword to its owner.

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In the corridor of the Cathedral of the city of Haunst. Ide snorted sleepily. Last night, Yide learned from the pain, and after being pit by the gods, he finally arranged the angel who was renamed "Moda Pit" by Yide to the edge of the cathedral, which belonged to one of the industries of the ancient Asian gods, as a cute thing in the town shop.

After dealing with the final hole card of a certain ancient god cult, Ide, who was physically and mentally exhausted, carefully studied the new system in the Lower Holy See system, for this system. Finally made Ed feel some comfort.

"In other words, you found this broadsword next to your pillow early this morning, and you want to find the real owner?" Ed yawned again, glancing at Dale, the Guardian of the Light, who had come to him early in the morning for help, and the black bladeless broadsword in his hand.

"It's not just this problem, Your Highness, I'm a fourth-level light guardian, someone put a sword next to my pillow and I didn't notice it at all, the one who can do this is definitely a super powerhouse, so Your Highness must be a big event. I think we should immediately assemble a team to solve this mysterious case as quickly as possible. Considering the possible high-end enemies in this incident, I have requested that my teacher Aparou and Lord Hazen join this crime-solving team."

For the Pope, who was still in a state of confusion, the tall muscular man Dale nodded heavily and said solemnly to His Highness.

Ide couldn't help but roll his eyes as he looked at a blue sword-shaped marker the size of a fingernail under Dale's right eye, "Don't worry, things aren't as bad as you think." No strong man will spare a weapon to you. Look at Dell, you woke up and found that something was wrong and rushed over, Dell, if you have time now, you'd better look in the mirror. ”

Seeing the confused expression on Dale's face, Ide patted his forehead, and after sobering himself up, he looked at Dale with a serious expression, "This is a gift from the gods, called the Holy Carved Treasure, you can go to the task board in the church hall to see the specific things, I have already posted an announcement about the Holy Carved Treasure." ”

Ide sighed again, glanced at Dale, who looked stunned, and decided that it would be better to go back to his room to make up for sleep.

Early in the morning, Ide had received five or six reports of the Sacred Carved Treasures. However, after Dell's fuss, Ide did think of something more.

The Holy Carved Treasure, only the devout belief in the ancient gods of the believers can be condensed, a certain industry qualifications, strong desire and pious belief, this is the way of the Holy Carved Treasure Condensation. The Sacred Inscription system is quite a "fraternal" system, as it does not only serve on the side of the papal warriors.

Among the five or six reports that Ide received early this morning about the Sacred Carved Treasures, two of them were not weapons that could be used in battle, one was the head chef of the cathedral's internal restaurant, who got up early in the morning with an extra soup spoon on hand, and the other Sacred Carved Treasure was also related to the head chef, and the head chef's wife woke up today with an extra punishment washboard...... Well, a three-second silence for His Excellency the Chef Chef.

In the mission hall of the Ancient Asian Divine Cult, Dale hurriedly walked here, and as soon as he looked up, he found more than a dozen brothers he knew were discussing fiercely in front of the bulletin board in the hall.

Dale was just about to step forward, but was stopped by a young man in a white priest's robe, the young man looked at the holy inscription under Dale's right eye, and the black broadsword in Dale's hand, the young man said with some sighs: "It seems that Dale, you have also been given by God." I thought I could take this opportunity to surpass you. However, then again, it's strange that a devout guy like you doesn't get the God-given 'Holy Tablet'. Well, one last word, congratulations, Dale. ”

"Wait! Don't congratulate Ekir, what a mess this is, I still haven't figured out the 'holy tablet' that His Highness Ider just mentioned, and what you said about God's gift. Dale, who was not good at words, rubbed his swollen temples with a slight headache.

"The power of the sacred inscription, the great ancient god in response to the most devout believers, bestowed a treasure on the gods. The blue mark on your face and the sword in your hand are the best proof of this. When you receive the Holy Tablet, you are one of the most faithful warriors recognized by our Great Lord, and that is the highest honor! ”

Ekir stretched out his right hand, and on the back of his right hand, there was a small blue book-like holy inscription, looking at this holy inscription, Ekiel's eyes were full of fanaticism. As a Papal warrior, there is nothing more inspiring than being recognized by one's own gods.