Preface to the Holy Maiden

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Cen Hanhan wore an extremely cumbersome white dress and walked spotlessly into the depths of the Temple of Light. She walked in the lead, followed by a long line of dragons, winding as far as the eye could see, and the man at the end bowed his head in awe, it was the king of the Duchy of Langton.

Golden sunlight pierced through the hundred-meter-high magically strengthened glass, gilding the most sacred building on the continent with a golden glow. The palatial hall was empty and quiet, and no one spoke, maintaining a solemn expression, and in the distance, the chant of the believers could be heard floating in slowly.

It was the parting song of the last chapter of the holy book.

Legend has it that when the master plays, he can make the birds stand still and the flowers hang low.

Whether it is orderly or evil, almost everyone in the Aize Continent knows that today, their holy daughter is returning to the divine realm.

"This ceremony is so slow, I knew I didn't agree to it at the beginning. It's so hot, I want to drink that cold coke......"

As a conscientious and skilled professional, Cen Hanhan did not relax because it was almost time to get off work, his white hands were elegantly held in front of his waist, with a smile on his face that seemed to be healing, and his clear eyes seemed to be able to purify all the filth in the world at a glance.

It's just that what Cen Hanhan is thinking about at this time is very sorry for the large group of brightly dressed and prominent people behind him.

The gray-haired but energetic old Pope took a step forward and began to perform the highest ceremony of the Holy See, singing the praises of the great achievements of the Holy Maiden in the Aize Continent in the past ten years.

"In the 476th year of the Bright Calendar, the seals of the Quartet were broken, the monsters came out, and the world began to be in chaos......"

Ancient languages with a faint hint of magical fluctuations pervaded.

Yes, even the ancient language came out, Cen Hanhan listened silently, feeling quite bored. You're not going to tell all of those things all over again, are you?

"In the year 478 of the Bright Calendar, the divine will came, Nicoel? Avilla? Cen Hanhan came with holy light, broke the three evil dragons in the Death Valley, and relieved the Huo Demon Plague ......"

Cen Hanhan had heard all these words, and they were all words engraved on the stone tablet on the site of the final battle. Tsk, how to say it, the bard at the beginning, the emotions were fiery and the literary style was average.

Listening to the old pope's subdued words, Cen Hanhan suddenly thought of a long, long time ago, in the depths of her memory, which she couldn't remember, in the golden autumn of September, students wearing white school uniforms came and went, the weather was slightly cool, and the sunshine was as beautiful as today.

Suddenly, there was a neat sound of prayer all around. When all the ceremonies were over, the old pope, everyone, set their eyes on Cen Hanhan, who was under the sun, with dust and holiness floating around him, as beautiful as the treasures left by the creation god.

The old pope was full of emotion, and said slowly and solemnly, "Holy woman, please go back!" ”

The men at the peak of power and money showed regret on their expressions, and the noblewomen and celebrities who were famous in the empire couldn't help but moisten their eyes.

I don't know when the ethereal chant stopped, and the sea of people stood still.

Cen Hanhan's thoughts returned, he glanced at everyone present, and then through the clear air, he crossed the prosperity of the imperial capital under the Temple Mountain, and finally looked at the horizon - this vast land will be peaceful and serene.

Cen Hanhan exhaled and waved his hand calmly. Silent in my heart.

"Clock-in!"

A pillar of light pierced the clouds and crashed down!

……

In the year 488 of the Guangming calendar, the holy woman returned to the divine realm, and before leaving, in addition to looking at this continent she loved deeply, she also left an oracle.

Waved.

The oracle was recorded, made public. Flowers bloom and fall, waving has become the supreme etiquette of the Aize Continent.