Yun Chu placed the idol on the desk and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the wooden lattice window, silver moonlight poured in, and the pure white statue of the god was bathed in this holy and immaculate silver.

The delicate statue of the god is lifelike, and the simple carved eyes are facing the vampire girl.

It was as if there was a faint, radiant divine light circulating in it.

*

When dawn fell again, the temple was in an unprecedented panic.

All the elders, lords, and honorable archbishops gathered in the golden temple at this moment.

"It must have been done by the Dark Clan, those despicable villains!"

Lord Brooke was filled with indignation, his azure eyes revealing a deep hatred for the Dark.

"It must have something to do with those vampires who are trying to make peace with the light!"

"The Bloodlines do have that motive." A certain Templar Elder agreed with Master Brooke.

"May the gods bless the darkness perish."

Elder Joyce clasped his hands together and prayed silently.

"May the gods bless ......"

"May the gods bless ......"

…

Faithful believers prayed sincerely.

Bishop Sauron was the most poised, his brow furrowed.

The statue of God was so important to the temple that no one could afford to do so.

Without the protection of the idol, the light will be coerced by the darkness.

Bishop Sauron sighed deeply.

May the gods bless.

He said.

The temple was in an air of stalemate, and everyone knew the consequences of the loss of the idol.

After a long silence.

A reckless young man broke into the temple.

He gasped for breath, sweat soaking his back from running so fast.

In such a dreary situation, a reckless intruder will only make the mood worse.

Lord Brooke shrieked and reprimanded, "Who gave you permission to break into the temple!" Oh, gods, rude and rude, how can there be a believer like you in the Temple! ”

The reprimanded guy blushed and scratched his head.

"Yuri-sama asked me to come."

The young man looked at the scene in the temple and knew that he had come at an inopportune time.

He bowed his head and explained meekly and politely, "Lord Yuri said that the gods have sent a messenger of light, and the messenger will protect the people of light in the name of the gods. ”

"Oracle?"

Master Brooke stared at the small azure eyes in surprise.

Only then did he remember that today was the day of the Bright Test.

"The gods did not give up on his faithful followers."

Master Brooke grasped the cross on his chest and closed his eyes reverently and reverently.

Bishop Sauron stood up: "Where is the oracle?" ”

"In church."

The guy replied neatly.

"Let's go, let's see."

When the group arrived at the church, they saw at a glance the teenager standing at the forefront, bathed in the golden sunlight.

The young envoy was dressed in a golden silk white robe, his silver hair hung down like moonlight, his thin skin was like some kind of pure cold jade, and his thin lips were a color that was more vivid than flower petals.

And those ice-blue eyes seemed to ripple with shallow water waves, gentle, but with a cold indifference that was beyond the ordinary.

He didn't seem to belong to the world, and the sun fell on his robe like dust.

The boy's gaze fell on everyone.

At that moment, everyone seemed to be grabbed to breathe, their legs trembled slightly, and they couldn't help but want to kneel and worship.

—to the young oracle.

Bishop Sauron couldn't help but smile with great affection and respect.

He stepped forward and greeted the young man with the greatest courtesy, as if favored by the gods.

"Welcome to the Temple, Your Majesty."

The young man's ice-blue eyes did not wave.

There was no emotional fluctuation in the respectful treatment of the most honorable bishop of the Light Clan except for the gods.

It seems like......

That's how the norm should be.