Roland's roar slowly rolled and dispersed in the sky, and the rumbling sound made people's ears tingle, and for a moment nothing could be heard.

Maybe it's because Roland is too intimidating. For a moment, no other sound could be heard except for Roland's echo.

"Tyre's Sacrifice! You've committed a heinous crime! ”

After a brief silence, furious divine power fluctuations suddenly poured out of the temple: "You're pushing Bansa into the vortex of chaos—"

With his roar, a huge, more than ten meters tall phantom appeared above the temple.

It was a young man with a curling whip in his left hand and a sword in his right, thin cheeks, thin lips, and one-rimmed gold glasses. His almost merciless gaze looked down, staring at Roland tightly, his face expressionless and his eyes solemn.

But it was no better than not knowing - at this moment, the guards of order present were embarrassed to find that although in terms of size, the phantom of Ra was much larger than Roland's flame humanoid, but under the violent fluctuations of Roland's holy flame, the phantom was already crumbling.

Even with the temple as a backing, it is still an overwhelming disadvantage.

This is not a level of battle at all - as a bishop, he is already a strong man of the silver rank. Even if you look at the whole Bansa, he can rank in the top hundred.

But even with the help of the Sanctuary as a backing to replenish the divine grace, he was still on the verge of collapse in the initial confrontation.

At that time, fear was already welling up in his heart. But since he has torn his face, if he stops at this time, it will be looked down upon.

So he can only force himself down now, and he doesn't dare to take the initiative to provoke at all. Otherwise, if he was slapped in the face by Roland, he might not even be able to be the bishop of the countryside near the border.

However, even if he deliberately dealt with it in silence, Roland did not relent: "Whatever you quibble!" I'm right here, let your God judge me! ”

"The plague is near. But you will blindfold people and lead them to fall off a cliff. May Tyre open his eyes! May Tyre burn the wrongdoers in the sun's fire with a raging fire—"

"That's because—"

The bishop was about to explain, when his voice was drowned out by Roland again.

Roland's prayers and rebukes captured the attention of the entire city. The sky above him shone down with a rich golden holy light that shone on his head all the time. It was the sunlight gathered by the flame. Other than that, the whole city was darkened, so Roland stood even brighter.

"Intaire has mercy. that the morning light may come upon us from on high, to enlighten those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to lead our feet to the way of peace. We're going to praise Tyre! ”

In contrast to Roland, which was shining more and more brightly, and almost brilliant at the end, the bishop's vague shadow could not be detected without looking closely. Those passers-by who didn't know anything about things at all just took a look at it, and subconsciously their evaluation of the God of Contract dropped a few points.

Compared to Tyre's might, the pull is really too weak.

Far from the temple, someone had already been moved by Tyre's miracle and bowed down to Roland and chanted in a low voice.

This is Bansa, after all. Where the sun rises.

Even though the city does not have a temple in Tyre. However, compared to the God of Covenant, whose main forces are concentrated in Titan, the followers of Tyre still have an overwhelming share of it.

Even if there is no shrine, even if public worship is not allowed, ordinary people in Bansar still set up simple altars in their homes to worship every day.

He is the glory of Bansa. It is the source of pride for the Bansar people.

Even the Guardians of Order, Ra's devout followers, did not dare to show disrespect to Tyre.

Amid the prayers of the people to Tyre, Ra's temple dimmed with a speed visible to the naked eye. Roland's voice was like thunder, rumbling in the sky: "O people! Clapp, and shout to Tyre in a triumphant voice! ”

Then someone in the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All glory to Tyre!" ”

Although sparsely lala. But Roland seemed to have received something, and a more brilliant light shone brightly.

Suddenly. The sky seemed to begin to melt, flowing slowly. The dividing line between heaven and earth becomes blurred.

Everything turned into a dazzling gold, too bright to make it difficult to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

"The sun rises, and there is a shout; Thiel rises, and horns send. ”

"O people! Clapping your hands and singing praises to God! ”

Although no horn sounded. But the people who had already fallen into a frenzy clapped their hands and chanted praises aloud.

More people knelt down and prayed to Roland.

At this point, the temple finally darkened completely. Ra's phantom finally looked down in disgust, then dissipated into the air.

His bishop trembled all over. Kneeling in front of the statue that had lost its brilliance, the divine grace on his body was rapidly drained, and his face, which originally looked only fifty or sixty years old, quickly deteriorated.

His God had taken his eyes off here completely, not answering his cries and appeals. It is no longer a temple, and the sacredness on it is even worse than the altar built by the believers themselves.

His God has forsaken those who bring insult to Him.

"It's you...... I did what you said......"

The old bishop knelt on the ground, and the hoarse old voice sounded intermittently.

His heart was full of sorrow and incomprehension. He didn't know what he had done wrong until he died.

Seal the news of the plague, quickly execute all the infected, establish a quarantine zone - this is the result determined by the gods at the meeting.

Tyre was absent from the meeting, and even Xavier was absent for some inexplicable reason. However, the course determined by the other gods is undoubtedly correct.

If news of the plague is allowed to spread, people will panic and become more difficult to prevent. If the news of the plague were to be announced, Bansa would undoubtedly fall into a huge chaos that had never been seen before.

Bansar was originally at a tipping point in the balance between kingship and theocracy, and this chaos would undoubtedly upset this balance and bring about chaos with even more long-term effects.

Until now, he didn't even know what the Bishop of Tyre was up there was - that man now had enough charism burning to fill five sanctuaries of average size. A sacred fire of that size, if it were on an altar, could even invoke a permanent miracle.

- Could it be that Jupiter IV himself was there?

The old bishop undoubtedly regretted it.

But he couldn't do anything.

…… No, he can do at least one thing.

The old bishop gripped the emblem of the golden scale on his chest with great force, put it to his lips and unleashed one last magic spell, allowing it to puncture his hand and leave a few crucial messages before he died.

"Listen...... Whoever hears this means that you are a devout member of Ra...... Then please spread the word to the Bansar gods—"

Older, weaker voices rang out: "Tyre is back...... We are traitors...... Don't ask for forgiveness...... Strike first...... Kill, He ......"

With that, the old bishop's pupils suddenly shrank to the limit, and then began to spread slowly.

Then, very well-timed, the daily divine spell of the Immediate Sun Realm on Roland's ring finally fell.

A scorching fire fell from the sky, and the temple of the God of Covenant was completely ignited. A strong aura of the Sun Realm filled the air. (To be continued.) )