Yun Xia was a little stunned.

Everyone present knelt reverently, and it was too abrupt for her to stand alone.

So the girl hurriedly pulled up her cloak, and also knelt down with the crowd, her crimson eyes like jewels raised curiously, and looked at the carriage not far away.

The crimson-gold carriages lined up with red and gold flags.

The walls of the car are painted with holy young angels holding a clear harp in their arms.

Pure and unblemished, merciful to all beings.

Silver and white, symbolizing the purity and holiness of the temple and the light of faith.

The golden red, on the other hand, is the color of power and dignity, and also represents the status of the temple.

——High in the sky, but also noble as the supreme.

In the middle of this carriage was a distinctly different carriage with slender silver wind chimes hanging from the roof.

Ice silver tassels flick in the night breeze, and rubies are set in gold patterns.

That's the Pope's crown.

And the extremely tempting sweet fragrance also diffuses from the hanging curtains.

The vampire girl hid in the crowd and finally understood why the Bloods didn't dare to approach the Pope.

The taste is really sweet and tempting...... From such a distance, she couldn't help but lick her lip, feeling that her little fangs might poke out of her lower lip at any time.

She couldn't help but bow her head again, and tightened her black cloak to prevent the aura of the blood clan from being exposed and being directly discovered by the people of the temple.

It's so sweet, it's so sweet......

The girl's eyes became crimson like jewels.

Not far away.

The guards stepped forward and stopped a few paces away from the carriage, their eyes full of reverence and reverence.

He didn't dare to get too close, for fear that his impure aura would blaspheme the gods, so he said respectfully after a few steps: "Your Majesty, is the witch going to take it back to the temple?" ”

The man in the carriage did not speak, but coughed lightly.

The guards did not dare to breathe.

- Each generation of popes, as gods believed by the people, accept the pure power of light.

The body will be a little sick and weak.

But in contrast to sickness and weakness, there is a holy and pure faith, a bright breath, and power that even kings dare not make.

The occupants of the car coughed lightly before speaking.

The voice is not loud, and it is even a little low in the night.

But it is strange that people can hear it very clearly, and even hear the pleasant tail note, as if the tip of the ear is gently brushed by a feather.

"Take it to the punishment ground, burn at the stake."

This generation of popes is not an old man, but has an extremely young voice, containing a clear spring-like empty cold and pleasant, but it is so faint that there is no emotion, and there is no fluctuation at all.

The people all knelt down, silent, not daring to look up.

His Holiness would only attend prayers inside the temple, and it would be impossible for ordinary people to see him, let alone hear his voice.

Maybe because the Pope himself means the god of light.

Therefore, the cold voice in the ears, just a short sentence, but just after listening to a morning prayer, faith calms people's hearts, and the believers have shown pious looks.

Even Yun Xia felt a lightness in his heart, as if his soul had been cleansed. It turns out that this is the power of faith...... She blinked in novelty.

The faithful escorted the witch to the punishment ground.

It was a place dedicated to punishing bloods, witches, and infidels.

Crime and punishment symbolize the extreme evil in the world.

The luxurious carriage lined up and turned to leave, and Yun Xia couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

She didn't even see the Pope.