In the early morning of winter, the morning sun is still grinding and chirping and does not get up, only the white of the fish belly on the horizon sprinkles a layer of hazy light on the earth.

The city of Nasser was like a bloated beast, yawning sleepily, and most of the people who lived on it were half-asleep and half-awake.

But when a pure and clean white light rose into the sky, the giant beast suddenly shook its head and came to its senses.

"Dangdang Dang"

"Dangdang Dang"

"Woo woo woo"

The Basilica of the Sacred Heart in the center of Nasser rang the bell first, and then the Chapel of Dawn in the side street of Fifth Avenue west of the city. The palace also followed with the sound of loud trumpets.

A few moments later, all the churches in Nasser rang their bells, and the melodious and clear bells rang one after another.

They are all announcing to the citizens of Nasser that a "miracle" has been found.

"God above, may your light shine on the earth, drive away the darkness, and make your believers no longer fearful, no longer cold......."

"Goddess above, thank you for your divine gifts, may your ........."

There were dozens of churches large and small in the city of Nasser, and all the believers of light began to kneel down to pray and give thanks after hearing the bell, and their pious faith gathered, and slowly had a fantastic resonance reaction with the white light that rose to the sky.

Charles sensed this strange resonance, but he didn't have time to study these things at this moment, his consciousness traced back to the origin of the mysterious connection that seeped into the "confinement of light", and instantly traveled to the front of a monk of light.

The Monk of Light was a woman, with black hair, brown eyes, and a slightly bewitching face that was not much older, and her changing expression indicated that she was in an impatient mood.

And the reason for her impatience is between her hands.

Her two palms formed a circle, and a group of vague human figures appeared, a tenacious female paladin, a male chanting monk who was not covered, a passer-by A and a passer-by B, and an ordinary-looking man.

and a pure white light that rose into the sky.

"The Light of the Gods, he is the Divine Favors!"

The female monk trembled, and she sensed the fluctuation of that vast and pure spiritual power, as a mid-rank light monk, she knew too well what this level of light meant.

"Bastard, you ruined my dreams....... We'll see!"

The nun gritted her teeth and spat out a cruel word, decisively withdrawing the spell between her hands, and changing the spell around her hands, a black cloud suddenly appeared between her palms.

The black color quickly expanded, forming a swirling vortex, and soon it was the height of a man, and the friar raised her legs and stepped into this black vortex and left the place.

But a blazing pure white light suddenly projected through the space, shattering the black swirling vortex in an instant.

The light of the Charles and the realization!

"Who the hell are you...... Your Excellency!"

The nun could see at a glance that there was a special spirituality in this white light, and she finally showed a frightened expression and asked from the bottom of her heart at this white light.

"Who are you? Don't tell me you're Komela Pleček, tell me who you are!"

Charles's mind moved, and he discovered an anomaly in what appeared to be Bishop Comella, and he manipulated the pure divine light to surround the friar, transmitting to her an indifferent and majestic consciousness.

“........”

"I'm Komela Pu..... Column...... Cut ......"

Before Komela Plechek could finish her sentence, her eyes rolled and her face distorted, and her whole body convulsed.

After a few seconds, Komela Preczek came to her senses, but her eyes turned orange and the corners of her mouth curled into a sneer, staring like some cold-blooded animal at the gland of consciousness hidden in the white light.

"It's really amazing that you can see my doppelganger, but you can't recognize my identity, which true god are you?"

Comera's appearance and figure have not changed, but her voice has changed to a low, cold man's voice, and the aura on her body no longer belongs to the light side, but is full of tumbling dark aura, and the strong coercion disturbs the pure white light of Charr, and the power level is obviously not the same level as Cormela just now.

Charles was also just a wisp of consciousness when he arrived here, and he was invisible and traceless, so naturally he didn't care much about this invisible coercion, so he also began to pretend.13 "Oh! I don't usually know the little characters who aren't famous, where did you come from?"

“.........”

"Cormela" stared at Charles' conscious clone for a long time, and at the same time, Charles was looking at him.

"Are you His Majesty Giménez?" asked Comella, tentatively.

"It's not!"

Charles neatly refused, although he didn't know who Gimmenez was, but the characters with the suffix "Crown" were all top gods of the major churches, at least second-order extraordinary powerhouses, these people had all kinds of mysterious methods, and impersonating them would be a great risk.

"And you're Praxes?"

“........”

Charles didn't squeak, he knew who Prax was, the current pope of the Church of Light, but the existence on the other side didn't even call him "His Majesty", so his identity .......

It's scary to think about.

"Birechko?"

“..........”

"Fahdina?"

“..........”

While Charles remained silent, he began to gather strength, and new pure white light continued to pass through the space to gather around the Charles Consciousness Clone, and the entire space became brighter and brighter.

"I see, you're not one of these old guys, you're a newcomer, aren't you?

“........”

"Oh, little one, welcome to the world of the Divine Ones, and I introduce myself, my name is Moore Medius. ”

Charles felt a pang in his heart, knowing the true identity of the other party.

Moore Medius, the founder of the Moorish Order, was born in the High Order of the Night Church, and was a third-order "Night Traveler" a few decades ago, and now!

Anyway, it's so high that I don't know where to go.

"He is also a god, so who is the true god behind him?"

While guessing the details of Moore Medius in his heart, Charles passed on a wisp of consciousness in the past: "You dare to build a dark altar in Nasser, and also plundered the body of the Priest of Light, it seems that the Moorish Order does not take the Church of Light in its eyes, maybe the main direction of attack of the Bright Alliance next year will be changed to Vispol." ”

"You're wrong, little one, this little thing I did is nothing in the eyes of Praxes, and you'll know later how privileged our gods are. Comela (Moore Medius) said with some disdain.

“........”

Charles remembered the thousands of blood slaves imprisoned underground by the Moorish Church, who were all good people before they became blood slaves, and perhaps believers in the Church of Light, if it was really as Moore Medius said, that the Church could tolerate a god's favor to do such a "small thing", then how dirty was the "big thing"?

"Later, but today you will pay the price for your actions!"

Charr's consciousness exploded, and the pure white light that had accumulated overwhelmingly covered Cormela's body, colliding with the dark aura on her.

"Hehe, little one, you're not treating a senior......

Moore Medius chuckled at the fight, but as soon as his dark aura came into contact with the sheer white light of the Charr, something strange happened.

"Are you 'her' a dependent?"

"This ..... No..... Can...... Yes!"

Cormela (Moore Medius) was startled and let out a cry of fear.

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