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The battle of the Bright Sect to eliminate the puppet pope was earth-shattering, and it also completely changed the power structure of the Bright Plane.

The human world, with the exception of a few diehards, has been completely swept away as stumbling blocks.

The far-reaching impact is continuing to spread.

And at the same time.

Not far from the East China Sea, there is a sea known as the "Blue Sea". It was once the center of the entire ocean, the center of power of the entire Kraken clan.

At the bottom of the blue sea, under the sand that is brighter than crystal, there is the former Sea Emperor's Palace, which was once extremely brilliant in the history of the Siren clan, but also carries endless sorrow.

Now, on top of this site, a new crystal palace is gradually being built. Although it is only half built, its majesty and grandeur can already be seen in the vague way.

This is the new Sea Emperor's Palace, which belongs to the new Sea Emperor, Dehiva Haige.

At this moment.

In the Aquaman's Council, the new Emperor Dehiva Haige is meeting with her father, Graham Haige, and Arthur Glacier, the Sea King of the North Sea.

Behind the three of them, the other high-ranking generals of the Kraken clan stood respectfully and listened intently.

Suddenly.

A glorious golden gate opened in the ocean, and a figure surrounded by holy light stepped out of the gate, flapping its wings and descending.

The figure had brilliant blonde hair and three pairs of white angel wings, and it was none other than the Seraphim Archangel, St. John Nazard.

"Your Excellency the Archangel. ”

Daihiva Hago quickly stood up, bowed slightly at him, and saluted.

Graham Haige, the Sea King of the East China Sea, and Arthur Glacier, the Sea King of the North Sea, also hurriedly stood up and bowed their heads respectfully: "Your Excellency, Archangel." ”

"Your Excellency the Archangel. ”

The senior generals of the Kraken clan behind the three of them also looked awe-inspiring, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully, with a look between their eyebrows and eyes that was both respectful and fearful.

Nasadr bowed his head slightly at everyone, and did not talk nonsense, and said solemnly: "My lord has an edict, the Sea Emperor Daihiva Haige, the Sea King Graham Haige of the East China Sea, and the Sea King Arthur Glacier of the North Sea have made a merit in eradicating heresy, and each will be rewarded with divine power once." ”

Daihiva Haige was stunned for a moment, then fell to her knees in the direction of the rising sun, and reverently and humbly paid the highest respect to the supreme Lord of Light: "It is an honor for my Kraken to fight for the glory of the Lord. ”

Behind her, all the powerhouses of the Kraken clan knelt down in unison, and their expressions unconsciously brought a touch of excitement.

"You deserve it. Accept the grace of God~"

Nasadr bowed slightly at them, and then raised his hand with a wave of his hand, and three clusters of divine power brilliance quietly shattered in his palm.

In an instant, three brilliant rays of holy light fell from the sky, enveloping the three of Daishiva Haige. The aura of the three of them rose rapidly, and in just a moment, it skyrocketed.

Dehiva Haige was surprised and delighted.

Under the infusion of light divine power, the "divine seed" in her body suddenly became active. After just a short while, she clearly felt that the fusion of the "Divine Seed" with her had become deeper, and the law of water, which made her feel very mysterious, seemed to be closer to her.

She had a strong premonition that with one more infusion of divine power, she could break through the current bottleneck and step into the rank 8 legend.

Graham Haige, the king of the East China Sea, and Arthur Glacier, the king of the North Sea, were also surprised and delighted.

The time it has been for them to become level 8 legendary powerhouses is not short. Only those who have reached this level will understand how difficult it is to advance after level 8, and every little improvement is extremely difficult.

However, just one infusion of divine power has significantly improved their strength, at least saving them decades of hard labor.

To be honest, when they first participated in the encirclement and suppression of the heretic Iglaz, they were actually reluctant, but out of fear of the God of Light, they did not dare to say a word of refusal, and they did not think that they would gain anything from it.

I knew that the benefits were so great, and I worked harder when I was fighting. If you perform well, you may even be rewarded with additional divine power......

In an instant, this thought unconsciously popped into the minds of both the Sea King of the East Sea and the Sea King of the North Sea.

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Deep underground, in the vast underground space that has been excavated at some point, a magnificent altar has just been completed.

The altar sits in total darkness, surrounded by only a halo of light dotted with stars, but above the altar, a dazzling beam of heavenly light casts down from infinity and envelops the entire altar.

The light was blazing white and dazzling, full of divine aura.

On the altar, the golden emblem representing the Lord of Light shines in the light.

On the square steps, carved in the language of different races and civilizations are the same sentence - "In the darkness, the heart is towards the light." ”

At the foot of the stairs, the Dark Saintess Judy was busy with her followers, putting the finishing touches on the altar with white and tender petals.

Suddenly.

A brilliant golden gate opened in a beam of light, and a handsome, deep-eyed seraphim flew out of it, flapping its wings and slowly landing on the altar.

Archangel St. Luke!

Judy, the Dark Saintess, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly ecstatic.

She knew that the Lord would care for His most devout believers.

She hurriedly walked to the altar with a group of followers, and greeted the angel with the most devout and fanatical attitude.

"My lord has a message. Judy, the Dark Saintess, has made great achievements and rewarded her with divine power once. After seeing the salute, St. Luke bowed slightly at Judy with a solemn expression, "In addition, my lord has already known your application, and his reply is 'yes'." ”

Judy, the Dark Saint, was pleasantly surprised: "Thank you, my lord. I won't let Him down. ”

St. Luke bowed slightly, not saying much.

As soon as he raised his hand, the divine power light shattered, and a magnificent holy light suddenly fell from the sky and fell on the dark saint Judy.

However, in a moment, Judy's aura skyrocketed, and the strength of the already level 7 saint rose again, and he was one step closer to the level 8 legend.

Judy was overjoyed.

The stronger she is, the more she can do. The more obstacles can be removed for the Lord. As long as she tries hard enough, she will definitely be favored by the Lord more than the pretending creature of the Holy Maiden of Light.

Judy secretly clenched her fists and made up her mind in her heart.

Seeing that the mission had been completed, St. Luke did not delay much, and the six wings vibrated and slowly rose up the sky along the skylight.

Judy reacted and hurriedly led his subordinates to salute respectfully: "Congratulations to Your Excellency the Archangel." ”

It wasn't until St. Luke's figure slowly disappeared into the light gate that she turned and stood up, looking at the people behind her.

"From now on, this is our sanctuary. We are the scythe of the Lord in darkness, the firm executors of the Lord's will, the ultimate nightmare for all heretics and traitors. ”

The pitch-black scepter in her hand paused, and her voice suddenly rose up.

"I declare that the 'Inquisition of Inquisition' has been officially established. ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up.

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At the same time, in the Patrick Islands, the headquarters of the Magician Society, an angel also descended from the Imperial Palace of the Empire of Light, reading oracles and sending down divine graces.

Brilliant golden gates of light bloomed in the sky, white wings crossed the sky, and pieces of light feathers fell from the sky.

All the inhabitants of the Patrick Islands, including all the inhabitants of the Imperial Capital of the Empire of Light, had the privilege of witnessing the arrival of the angel and meeting the messenger of God who was enveloped in the Holy Light.

The court historian bathed and fasted, reverently spread out the parchment, and picked up a quill. In the flow of ink, ink-colored words were recorded in the history books.

Thousands of years later, the history books have been copied over and over again, and countless truths have been annihilated in the dust of history, but this day is still remembered by countless people.

Because, on this day.

The Lord of Light, the Great Being who dwells in the heavens and overlooks the earth, has returned.

His glory shines again, His messenger walks the earth again, His name is once again praised, and His deeds reappear in the psalms of the bards.

According to the history books, this day is called "Return Day".

On the same day, the Emperor of the Empire of Light, Carlos Springhall, fell ill and moved into the palace to recuperate under the protection of the royal guard. Before leaving, he entrusted everything in the empire to the third prince, Charles Springhall.

Five days later, the Emperor of the Bright Empire, Carlos Springhall, died in the palace at the age of 65.

The Minister of the Interior convened the Royal Council and the Council of the Nobles in accordance with tradition, and according to the will of the former Emperor Carlos Springhall, he declared that the throne of the Empire of Light would be inherited by the third son, Charles Springhall.

Three days later, all the preparations were completed, and the third prince, Charles Springhall, held a grand succession ceremony at the Cathedral of the Light, and received the canonization under the gaze of God, and the Holy Maiden of Light, Catherina, performed the oracle on his behalf, bringing him the golden crown representing the identity of the Emperor of the Light Empire, and officially succeeded him as the Emperor of the Light Empire.

The most legendary dynasty in the history of the Empire of Light, the "Charles Dynasty", has since begun.

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A few days later.

Northern Regions of the Empire of Light.

Zelkova Collar, the town of Chino.

In an ordinary blacksmith's shop, old Nova, a shirtless blacksmith in a leather apron, was pounding a red-hot soldering iron and slowly hammering it into the shape of a farm implement.

The blazing fire reflected his cheeks red, and also reflected the white sideburns and the vicissitudes of life on his forehead clearly and distinctly.

He looked like an ordinary old blacksmith, no different from the old blacksmith in the other two blacksmith shops in town.

Suddenly.

The door of the blacksmith shop was opened with a bang from outside, and a half-grown child ran in.

"Uncle Nova!

Seeing this child, a warm smile appeared on Old Nova's old face.

He put down the soldering iron unhurriedly and said softly, "Don't worry, Mike. Take a breath and speak slowly. ”

The boy named "Mike" ignored his advice at all, and said with a quick breath, "My parents have received an urgent letter from Beech City. After reading the letter, my parents asked me to send it to you immediately, without a moment's delay. ”

As he spoke, he took out a crumpled letter from his bosom.

Old Nova put the hammer under his arm, took the letter and opened it and looked at it.

Something like this hadn't happened before, and he didn't really care much about it at first. However, when he read the contents of the letter clearly, his face changed suddenly.

"Bang!"

A huge hammer slipped from his armpit and slammed into the ground.

Old Nova didn't feel it at all, and the whole person fell into shock and trance.

The thin letter paper in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his hands, which were usually firm and powerful, and could easily lift the hammer, trembled violently at the moment, and he could barely hold the letter.

"Uncle Nova, Uncle Nova, what's wrong with you?" the little boy didn't know what was happening, and tugged at Old Nova's leather apron in bewilderment.

"I, I'm fine......"

Old Nova came back to his senses, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, but the muddy tears had already unconsciously spread into his eyes.

It turns out that the Lord has not forsaken us.

It turned out that the Lord was simply wounded and temporarily unable to respond to the prayers of believers.

It turned out that it was we who misunderstood the Lord and were the first to abandon our faith......

He covered his face in pain, and his whole person seemed to age ten years in an instant.

After sending the little boy away, Old Nova ignored the half-built farm tools, turned and went into the bedroom, took out a black linen robe from the bottom of the stacked cages, and shook it away.

"Brush pull~"

I hadn't worn it for years, and the rough linen robe had already been stained with a musty smell, and in many places it had even been eaten by insects.

Old Nova didn't care about this, and when he turned around, he took off the blacksmith's signature leather apron, and draped his tattered black linen robe over his body, and tied it tightly with a belt of the same color.

Clothed in linen, tied.

This is the signature dress of the ascetics of the Holy See of Light.

Old Nova was an ascetic of the Holy See when he was young, but because of the fall of the God of Light, the clergy of the Holy See were surrounded and suppressed, so he had to go incognito and become an ordinary blacksmith in the town.

Now, when the God of Light returns, it is time for him to return to the arms of God~

Old Nova had a serious expression, and there was a determined glint in his old eyes, which were already a little cloudy.

He's going to forgive his sins.

He was going to the sanctuary where the Lord had returned, and he prayed to the Lord in the most devout way possible, asking for the Lord's forgiveness, asking the Lord to allow him to become a noble priest again, to honor Him, to serve Him.

Picking up the thorny staff in the corner, old Nova took off his leather boots, walked out of the house barefoot, and set out on the long pilgrimage without looking back.

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Eastern Regions of the Empire of Light.

Black Marsh Collar, Trident Village.

A middle-aged man in a plain linen robe was fishing in the shallow waters of the river, with his trousers rolled up and a harpoon.

His name is Matthew, and he is an ordinary farmer in the village of Tribune.

Like all ordinary peasants, his bronzed face was covered with the vicissitudes and wrinkles of the years of suffering, and his hands and feet were covered with thick calluses. However, few people know that long ago he was once a priest who was in charge of a monastery and many of the children in it.

Unfortunately, with the decline of the Holy See of Light, the clergy were surrounded and suppressed, and the monastery where he was located also suffered a devastating blow. In order to survive, he had to flee incognito and with the help of a distant relative, he fled to a small village in this remote area, living as an ordinary farmer.

I don't know when a day like this will end.

Perhaps, in this life, he will not have a chance to return to the arms of the Lord~

Matthew sighed in his heart, and even the action of fishing became absent-minded.

Suddenly.

A group of clergy dressed in white robes with a silver cross on their chests passed by the ridge next to them.

They didn't pay attention to Matthew next to them, and as they walked, they discussed the details of the establishment of the monastery in a low voice, occasionally pointing to the surrounding terrain and whispering to each other, as if they were picking a suitable spot.

The mayor of a nearby town bowed his head and followed him, his usually arrogant face full of humility and awe. That gesture, that expression, was almost exactly the same as when he faced his master, Viscount Crane, the lord of the Black Marsh Lord.

Seeing this scene, Matthew was stunned, and the harpoon in his hand fell into the river with a "bang".

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Southern Regions of the Empire of Light.

Rose Collar, Rose City.

In a tastefully decorated ordinary house, an old scholar with gray hair is sitting at his desk, bowing his head and carefully wiping a transparent convex lens with a soft cloth.

On the table in front of him lay a spread book and half-drawn intricate architectural drawings, and next to it were scattered a drawing ruler and charcoal, which seemed to be halfway through work and taking a short break.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door of the study, and a young man in a linen robe pushed open the door and entered.

"Teacher, there are a few people outside. Somehow, they heard that you have a deep knowledge of religious architecture, and they want your help. ”

"Okay, I got it. The old scholar raised his head, his brown eyes deep and peaceful, "You entertain the guests first, I'll clean up and come later." ”

"Yes, teacher. ”

The young man bowed his head slightly and stepped back respectfully.

The old scholar struggled to stand up on the table, took a soft hat from the wall next to him and put it on, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his robe, and removed the dust and charcoal stains that had been unintentionally stained, and then walked out of the study slowly.

In the living room outside the study, three clergy in white robes were quietly waiting while drinking coffee.

Their white robes were embroidered with golden cross radiance, silver cross necklaces hung around their necks, and the middle-aged people led by them also wore a red silk ribbon embroidered with gold patterns around their necks, which was very typical of the dress of regional bishops.

Seeing the old scholar come out, the three of them immediately stood up.

"Mr. Christopher, I have studied theology with you, and I know that you have profound theological attainments, and have presided over the construction of several well-known cathedrals, and I admire your knowledge and ability. The middle-aged man at the head bowed slightly to the old scholar respectfully, and made his intention clear in a deep voice, "Now that my lord has returned, Her Highness wants to rebuild the Holy Light Cathedral, one of the three holy places, and I hope to get your help." ”

The old scholar's calm and profound gaze suddenly contracted the moment he heard this sentence, and then he instantly became dazed, and the whole person froze like a cassette.

After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice in disbelief, "What did you just say...... My lord...... Coming back?"

"Yes. The middle-aged man looked at him firmly, "I think you've already heard the rumors." Now, I can tell you with great confidence that the rumors are true, and that our Lord has indeed returned. His glory will reign over the earth. ”

The old scholar's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even say a word.

It was a long time before he shuddered and raised his hands and made a prayer gesture on his chest.

"Praise the Lord~"

It's just three words, but it seems to contain countless emotions, which makes people can't help but have hot eyes and swollen hearts.

Everyone present fell silent unconsciously.

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Similar things are happening in different places within the Empire of Light.

The believers who had to remain incognito due to the encirclement and suppression of the imperial officials and nobles from all sides, did not even dare to keep the statue of the god and the Holy Radiance of the Cross, and only dared to pray silently in their hearts, could finally walk in the sun again and praise the name of the Lord openly.

The clergy, who had renounced their faith and returned to life because of the collapse of the Holy See, have also regained their faith one after another.

The number of believers began to grow at a rapid rate.

On the way to St. Luke's Abbey, a new shrine, pilgrims gradually converge.

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