In the midst of the eternal enchantment, the priest is leading dozens of believers in prayer. The invisible power of faith turned into thin lines and poured into the emblem in front of him. Slightly different from other believers, the line of faith of the priest at the head was completely suffocating

After a long time, the vespers finally came to an end. The faithful stood up and looked at the emblem placed on the shrine. The exhaustion and confusion accumulated from a hard day's work have all disappeared, and turned into anticipation for a new life.

Faith is a terrifying force that allows people to burst into their potential, endure unimaginable suffering, and accomplish tasks that are difficult for ordinary people to do. The life of a wanderer is hard, and the work of the craftsman is heavy. If it weren't for the faith that never faded in their hearts, they wouldn't have been able to complete such a long journey.

From Persia all the way to Ireland. Only they know the hardships. In this not yet fully civilized world, long journeys are always fraught with hardships.

However, the long journey finally came to an end, and after a long choice, the priest finally chose Dublin. Although Lady Rosa is a woman, her wrists are no worse than those of the male lords, and her women's more sensual thinking is undoubtedly a good thing for this group of wanderers.

Since you can't return to your war-torn hometown, it's not a good thing to live in the tranquil land of Dublin. The priest looked at the Holy Emblem, his eyes extremely complicated.

It's just Mother, I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your last wish.

The artisans were all from Persia, but their leader had a little secret that he was actually a half-blood. The empire was a huge territory, and multi-ethnic integration was also an inevitable trend. Mixed-race children, though relatively rare, have not yet reached the point where they must be hidden.

The reason why he hid his identity. The reason is simple - his father was a pagan. Crucialism has zero tolerance for Zoroastrianism, and for those infidels. It is a life-and-death fight when they meet. But it was the vicious infidels who were propagandized in the Cross religion who helped his mother and married her, so that she could get through the most difficult times.

Although I think about it now, it may be that my mother was just nine years old at that time, and my father at that time was just an adult and had not yet married a wife. After the mother made it clear that she was willing to convert, the two were officially united.

And the reason why my mother would rather be converted to live is this holy emblem that has been enshrined. His mother came from a family of Zoroastrian priests. She is not afraid of death, but Mazda's will must be passed on.

Perhaps her mother was a taciturn person, or perhaps she lived in a pagan world, and her mother seemed to be very gloomy and rarely spoke. But she still tried her best to cultivate him. He was trained to be extremely resilient and have the courage to face any earthly difficulties.

Now that I think about it, I can take my companions through war-torn Persia and escape the Inquisition. Avoiding the ignorant aristocrats who set up layers of cards, his mother's teaching is really indispensable.

But I'm sorry, Mom. What I promised you, I can't do.

He still remembers. When my mother was dying, her eyes were filled with countless expectations. She brought him to his knees and vowed to let Mazda's light shine on the earth again. The young man agreed without hesitation. He left his homeland and arrived in Persia. But

I'm sorry, Mom. than faith. Or is it the lives of this group of believers who have followed him for more than ten years that are more important? In these days together, they have already become the closest relatives. Although they know what they are for, they always follow themselves, but

He wielded the power given by Mazda, but did things that were contrary to him. The followers who followed him knew nothing about him, and if someone was destined to bear the wrath of Mazda after death, let him pour out all their wrath on him.

"Whew"

Working in the winter was not an easy task, and the torment between the lives of the people in his heart and his faith made it difficult for him to sleep every day. Fortunately, however, the Earl was clearly merciful, and did not persecute them in any way. And now the weather, they don't need to work overtime, all they have to do every day is to mix some of the powder from the castle, water it, and when it swells and solidifies into stone slabs, they load it out and spread it on the ground of Desmond.

The craftsmen wisely kept silent about this novel technique. But even so, there were still two craftsmen who were frostbitten by Yan zhòng.

It's not as good as Norman, but it's the coldest time in Ireland, and the temperature is definitely enough for these Orientals. Despite all efforts to avoid it, accidents can happen at any time. Looking at the swollen limbs of the clansmen, the leader motioned for the clansmen to lift up the two craftsmen, who were no longer able to walk, and gently placed their hands on the emblem.

"Mazda is watching you."

The general treatment had no effect on such a severe frostbite, and if it had been in the past, he would have had to abandon them. And now it's only slightly better than just getting rid of them. If the situation never gets better, then he will have to cut off some of their limbs. This is extremely bad news for themselves or for this small group.

All he could do now was comfort their hearts with faith. and anticipation of miracles.

The chief's theological knowledge came from his mother, who was so young when she left home that she was inevitably lacking. But for these equally ignorant believers, it is enough for them to know that the leader in front of them is none other than the messenger of the great Mazda, the leader of their journey to the light.

In the past Zoroastrianism, this direct contact with the emblem was strictly forbidden. In extreme cases, it can even be seen as a great blasphemy against the gods. But at the moment, neither the priests nor the believers felt anything wrong.

The believers stretched out their hands and gently placed them on the emblem. Feel its temperature, it is this warmth. helped them survive the cold winter and escape from the killings again and again. An originally desperate mind. It's calm down now, too. Vaguely, they saw a beautiful green-robed saintess. is looking at them tenderly. The beautiful eyes of different colors, like those of a mother, were full of pity.

Looking at the smile on the face of the clan because of their faith, the torment in the priest's heart became much more relaxed. At least at this point, he was right. While they were immersed in the intimate contact with the gods, the priest's left hand, hidden in his sleeve, did not stop, and according to the ancient rhythm, his lips moved slightly, and began to secretly recite the ancient incantation.

According to the mother. In that distant antiquity, priests were able to communicate with great gods and gain omnipotent power. The priest didn't know if it was true or not, but it was certain that he didn't know when he would be able to control a strange power. This strange power was usually stored in the emblem, and when he needed it, they would be called upon to do something impossible for him before.

Just like this eternal enchantment. And in some critical moments. This force is even several times greater than usual, and this is the key to their ability to turn danger into a disaster time and time again.

Mazda, are you encouraging me, or are you rebuking me?

"Pilgrimage words. Meow. ”

In a trance, he seemed to hear something strange. But in this eternal enchantment, before the enchantment is lifted. Outsiders can't get in. The priest quickly attributed himself to his hallucinations, but just as he had been doing his usual thing. When I wanted to mobilize this strange force, I found that this power was out of control. The power of the original gentleness. Now it was as if I felt something, and the madness began to boil. And a small spark first appeared abruptly on the emblem, and then fell into a strange energy.

The originally stable energy is rapidly being consumed, and a small spark is also growing at a terrifying rate. Almost in the blink of an eye, Mars had turned into a massive golden pillar of fire. A holy and holy flame burned, enveloping the two believers in it. The strange thing is that these two believers did not suffer from the flames at all, but seemed to return to their mother's arms, their faces full of peace. Their swollen limbs, also wrapped in flames, slowly turned to their normal size.

"This"

The priest froze in place, the golden flames visibly healing the two believers. But he was obviously more simple than the priests' complicated feelings, and the believers were much simpler. Two believers who are about to face the suffering of amputation, with the power of God, began to regain their health!

"It's a miracle! Mazda is supreme! ”

Instead of harming mortals, the flames healed their wounds. There is really no other possibility of such a phenomenon than miracles. The believers fell to their knees and praised the greatness of the gods in the most humble posture.

And as the believers continued to pray, an even stronger force of faith fell into the golden flames, and the flames became more vigorous. Suddenly, the flames shook and sixteen tiny balls of fire broke out again. The ball of fire slowly floated to the vicinity of the believers, and in an instant, a bright light enveloped all the devout believers in it, and the eyes were full of sacred gold, and there was no trace of impurities anymore.

Warm, soft. As if bathed in the ocean of the beginning of life, every cell exudes the purest pleasure. The priest burst into tears, he closed his eyes, and felt the flames beating within him, dispelling the darkness within him. The dark diseases left by running around these years have begun to improve.

"Mazda I Altaïr"

The priest fell to his knees and wept silently, but the middle-aged man on the outside and inside was crying like a child. He drew his self-defense dagger and held it across his neck. This sudden sight turned out to have broken through his psychological barrier.

"Altaïr's sins are the only one"

Just as the priest's heart was about to atone for his actions, a slender finger lightly tapped at his dagger. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

Altaïr looked up and saw a woman in a green cloak and exuding holiness appearing across the void. Altaïr couldn't see her eyes because of the cloak. It's just that on the delicate chin, a gentle smile is slowly blooming.

"Altaïr. You're good. ”

Basically, every religion has a special name for a saint.

For the illustrious among such believers. While the believers and the church did not hesitate to praise, they also gave them special honorary titles. Of course, because of the different regions and traditions, each religion has a different name.

Traditionally, the Crusaders addressed the saints as saints, the pagans as prophets, the Normans as elders, and the Zoroastrian as apostles.

A saint is the highest affirmation of a believer, and a saint is not only in personal ability. Morality, knowledge, and the merits of religion must be far superior to others, and even some religions have strict requirements for blood.

The title of saint has always been more scarce than abundant. The Crucidian religion has ruled the spiritual world of the empire for more than a thousand years, and there are only more than 100 saints, and how difficult it is to obtain the title of saint can be imagined - forty percent of the saints appeared when the Savior was still on the earth, because time was too far away. It's been impossible to verify for a long time.

I didn't expect that I didn't do anything, but I also became a Zoroastrian saint.

Sinloth touched his chin and thought about the strange things. And the eyes did not stop, and the golden eyes peeked into the situation in the enchantment of the eternal world. Assasin's stupid cat disappeared. Holding the Burning Third in both hands, he maintained that strange spell called [Pilgrimage Words]. And Xanalot, a lazy woman, has now become a messenger of God. A holy face flickered at those believers.

The priest who led the group knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, looking like he had finally found the organization. It's a beautiful picture. Cinlos wanted to laugh when he saw it.

In fact, he wanted to say it yesterday, Assasin meows all day long. It's better for the new church to be called meow directly. However, considering that Assasin would definitely blow up, Sinlos still didn't say anything after all. After looking at it for a while, feeling that it was really not interesting, Sinlos silently turned off the path precognition.

"There are two reasons why the Sword of Victory is strong, one is its incredibly hard material. The other is that the concept of "victory" is infused into it. As we have seen, the sword of victory would have remained in Tirpitz's body without the master's permission, unable to be pulled out at all. Of course, this is only a manifestation of the superficial. The real meaning of the concept of "victory" is not limited to this, since it is called victory, then according to my calculations, it can actually affect the direction of the battle on the causal level, are you listening? ”

Nanoka was originally talking about her discovery, but after discovering that Xinluo was obviously distracted, Fanzhuo's second daughter moved her little buttocks, puffed up her face, turned her head to her father and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is Dad like this, he is always distracted." ”

Because I don't understand it at all.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted again." For the majesty of that sad father, there were some things that Sinlos could not say. Sinloth looked away, trying to change the subject: "Well, Nanorka, you say, why do you have to sit on my lap?" ”

"Because Dad is always distracted!"

The little girl blushed and argued so forcefully. Although he felt that his distraction had no direct connection with her sitting on his lap, the new saint still did not get to the bottom of it, he hugged Nanorka's slender waist and rubbed his face.

"My fault, my fault, will Nanorka forgive me?"

"Whew, don't get so close, I'm going to pass out"

Nanoka recovered much slower than Assasin, but the little girl was still in her former state. Although Xinluo always felt that this girl didn't look at him quite right, and between them, there seemed to be something subtle that had changed.

Unfortunately, Sinloth couldn't tell what it was.

The father and daughter quarreled for a while, and Nanoka finally got back to the point again. I wanted to say it a long time ago, because of Sinloth, she had wasted a lot of time, and now she couldn't continue to waste it, but Mariana and Arian Hurd were also at a loss.

Nanoka paused, and suddenly understood that for this group of violent people, academics and everything were superfluous, and she only had to tell them how to do it.

Thinking of this, Nanoka picked up the Sword of Victory on her side, picked up her staff and knocked it a few times, and the magic power penetrated deep into the artifact's body at a specific frequency. And with its movements, a small golden ball of light also appeared on the sword of victory.

"That's the concept of [victory], and I don't know how the maker of this artifact accomplished it, but he did seal a concept into it. I really want to ask him for advice, but I digress. ”

When it comes to the alchemy field that she is familiar with, Nanoka is always exceptionally lively. The girl stuck out her tongue and hid her embarrassment for a moment before continuing: "Sister Arian Hurd is not Norman, so she cannot use the full power of the Sword of Victory. I took a closer look at its magic patterns and came up with a way to circumvent it, yes, and this. ”

Nanoka dug into the bag around her waist and pulled out a worn-out hilt: "This weapon used to be quite powerful, and Mariana's mother should still lack a handy weapon, so I want to fix it, but I need the help of Mariana's mother and father." ”

Nanoka seems to have learned badly, and she has even begun to make sycophants. But I have to say that as a knight, there is no one who doesn't like powerful weapons, and Nanoka can be said to have poked Mariana's itch. Wait a minute

Hearing that the Sword of Victory could circumvent that damn racial limitation, and that the weapon named Arenor seemed to be very powerful, Mariana and Arian Hurd were clearly in a good mood. But for Sinloth, it's nothing less than complete hell.

These two crazy women have already fought with their bare hands, if only they had an artifact in their hands

Thinking of his miserable future, Sinlos was angry in his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts. Both hands grabbed Nanoka's smooth face and rubbed vigorously: "Eleno was obviously locked in the box in the room by me, how did you find it!" ”

"Wow Tirpitz said he wanted a piece of Daddy's clothes and slept with him at night, so I went to my room to steal it and happened to see it"

"Nanoka, you bad girl! I'm going to punish you! ”

The father and daughter laughed, but Arian Hurd, who was lying on the bed, secretly turned his head and cast a worried look at Mariana. Mariana shook her head with a grim expression. (To be continued......)

PS: It's time for a big copy

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