Before "telling the story", Chrissy put a magical enchantment on the room.

And then she really started telling stories.

"Eight years ago, the Holy See held a sacrifice at the Papal Palace in the Holy Port. The archbishops of the seven dioceses were recalled from all over the mainland, and the twelve priests of light in the Holy Land Harbor went all out to offer their source power to the God of Light, and to defend His Majesty the Pope on the high platform of sacrifice......"

Eight years ago, the Holy Land Port.

His Majesty the Pope, who controls the entire Bright Continent, is already old.

He had already advanced to the "Great Sage" and lived for more than three hundred years, but he still came to the end of his life. Death is a return to the bosom of God, but countless people still want to live, and the Pope is no exception. This sacrifice is a sacrifice held for himself by His Majesty the Pope after reading the secret books of the Holy See - even His Holiness His Holiness's henchmen do not know that the real purpose of this grand sacrifice is that His Majesty the Pope wants to "borrow life" from the God of Light.

No human race can live forever, in the entire Bright Continent, human beings occupy the largest base, have most of the continent's resources, and are the most powerful and prosperous race in the continent. Correspondingly, human beings also have the shortest life. As the darlings of the gods of nature, the elves can live for nearly a thousand years although it is difficult to reproduce. The dwarves were driven underground by the human army, and they were lowly and lowly, but their average lifespan was more than a hundred years...... The longest-lived ones are, of course, the magical beasts that have opened their spiritual wisdom and know how to cultivate, and if they are not killed by external forces, they can easily live for a thousand years.

And the most powerful "great sage" in the human race is only 400 years old.

Although not as good as other races, human beings have the most intelligent minds, such as "borrowing life" from God.

As the supreme deity of the continent, the God of Light has a long life that His Majesty the Pope admires. In the world of gods, hundreds of years and thousands of years pass in the blink of an eye, and if faith is immortal, they have immortal bodies. His Majesty's idea now is to sacrifice to the God of Light with the magical power of the priests of light as a tribute in order to continue his life.

Life is predestined, and if you want to break through the shackles and borrow life from God, only the successive popes can do it.

He wasn't the first pope to do this, and he wouldn't be the last. This is a secret that the old pope will retreat from the left and right when the power of the successive popes is handed over, and only one person will talk about it with his successor.

It was not easy to borrow life from God, like his predecessor, who ended in failure, and after coming down from the sacrificial platform, he died of a serious illness in just two years. Of course, there are more successful people, like his predecessor, the old pope successfully borrowed fifty years of life, and lived to be four hundred and fifty years old.

It is a pity that this kind of ceremony can only be performed once per pope, so the old pope, even though he was unwilling, handed over the power to himself after living for an extra fifty years.

Although he still has decades to go to the end of his life, in recent years the Pope has felt that his body is aging. An old man who is in the waning mountains cannot control the huge Holy See, the Dark Council is ready to move across the sea, and the royal families want more power...... Only by returning to the top will he be able to suppress all kinds of opposition from within and outside the Holy See.

Borrowing life has become the first choice of His Majesty the Pope at the moment.

If he could, of course the Pope would be willing to borrow more life, after all, this kind of opportunity is only once in a lifetime for the Pope. But there are also precedents of being too greedy, vainly trying to share immortality with the gods, and when performing the sacrifice, he was violently counterattacked, and the final outcome was much worse than that of the former predecessor who failed in the sacrifice.

How much life can be borrowed is related to the sacrifice offering, but also to the piety of the pope himself. His Majesty the Pope believes that he has believed in the God of Light all his life, and he has also been careful in his position as Pope, and he still has some confidence in tomorrow's sacrifice.

That being said, this night, His Holiness the Pope barely slept all night. His mood was like that on the eve of his succession to the Pope, with excitement and apprehension, in which irrepressible fanaticism occupied the most important position.

In the morning, the well-dressed priests prepared clean water for the Pope to bathe. All this water is collected from the stamens of the twilight flowers, and only the dew collected from the stamens of the twilight flowers can wash away the filth and make people have the best mental state and body. The dusk bell flower is noble, but without this very little known effect, it would not have become a symbol of the sculptural motifs of the Holy See along with the olive wood...... You must know that the essence of olive wood is the best staff material for light mages.

The dew on the petals of the twilight flower has to be collected by human beings and magical, and it is just ordinary dew.

So this bucket of water, the night before, hundreds of people rushed all night to collect it, which is a privilege that only His Majesty the Pope can enjoy.

After absorbing the essence of the dew, the Pope got up from the tub, and the priests wiped off the droplets of water for him, and put on the sacrificial robes layer by layer. The slender and clean fingers of the priest inadvertently swept to the Pope's arm, the young man's skin and muscles were full of elasticity, and his arms, the rest of his body, were very old in comparison, this is the natural law that the dew of the twilight flowers can no longer change.

The pope's dressing was stagnant, and his heart became very much looking forward to the sacrificial event of borrowing life.

Wearing a ceremonial crown and holding a scepter that had been passed down for countless generations, the Pope went to the altar surrounded by a group of priests.

The altar was built in the Shrine of Light, and even as soon as you stepped into the Holy Land Port, the first thing you saw was it. Beneath the altar was a black oppressed human head, and the priests surrounded the altar to make sure that not a single fly could fly in until His Majesty set foot on the tower. Of course, there are rare dirty and nasty little insects like flies in the entire Holy Land Harbor, and not a single one in the Bright Shrine is not to be seen.

"His Majesty the Pope."

At the entrance, his most powerful subordinate, the First High Priest, was waiting for the Pope.

As the second only being in the Holy See, the High Priest is most proficient in the "prophecy" of light magic. This sacrifice, when the Pope summoned the bishops, was summoned in the name of "prophesying blessings and misfortunes", so the high priest would accompany him to the tower altar.

The black obsidian stone casts a high altar, it is a new mage tower that has been inherited for thousands of years, standing on the top of the tower, overlooking the entire Holy Land Port, is the "Tower of Light" of the Holy See.

"Let's go, High Priest."

The Pope was in a complicated mood at the moment, and he didn't bother to say more, and walked up to the tower with the high priest.

The priests and other priests of light, including the archbishops, were all left under the tower. They are guarding the Tower and will do their best to get the Tower of Light up and running at the Pope's command.

The Pope and the High Priest quickly walked to the top of the tower, the High Priest stood solemnly on one side, and the Pope walked up to the altar alone.

Today the sky is cloudless, the sky is high, and the whole port of the Holy Land is bathed in holiness, and the undulating roofs stretch into the distance, this is the city of Zhili that belongs to the Pope. The Pope looked down on the Holy Port, his excitement slowly calmed down, and soon his heart lake was as calm as water.

"It's time to go."

His voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone under the tower. The bishops and priests began to chant incantations first, and then thousands of priests joined together in a wonderful voice. In the midst of chanting, high in the clear sky, an unknown point in the sky suddenly cast a golden light, enveloping the pope in the center of the altar.

"Miracles—" The people in the city also saw the golden light, and they all began to pray together.

The power of faith, combined with the many sources of light, constitute the energy that drives the Tower of Light. The Tower of Light began to glow, and the light eventually converged on the Pope alone. Only the high priest standing on the side of the altar could receive some of the overflowing golden light. These "lights" were the basis for his prophecy.

When the golden light was at its strongest and the power of faith was at its strongest, the Pope raised the scepter in his hand.

Pulled by the scepter, the vigorous golden light gathered into a thin beam and quickly poured into the Pope's body. These pure beliefs, which should have belonged to the God of Light, were "borrowed" by God's spokesman in the human world at this moment. Once borrowed, nothing back. They will wash the Pope's aging body tissues, giving him a new lease of life from soul to body, thus prolonging life.

The golden light nourished the Pope's aging body from the inside out, and the tiredness that had been overwhelming in recent years was disappearing, and he greedily absorbed the golden light.

The high priest on the side was performing the real sacrifice.

In contrast to the Pope's longevity, his prophecy requires the sacrifice of life to God...... This is the responsibility of the High Priest, as it has been throughout the ages.

Prophecy and stargazing have long been linked, and although it is not night, the city's faith is concentrated in the Tower of Light, which in itself is the best time to perform prophecy. Around the altar of the Tower of Light, countless stars were engraved, and the high priest chanted a spell, and the stars were lit up one by one, eventually forming a brilliant star map. The starlight shone brightly against the golden light that poured into the Pope's body.

Life force poured out of the High Priest's body, and his body began to tremble.

In the clear sky, some blurry images began to appear, and these flickering fragments could only be seen by the high priest alone.

He could see the key points one by one, and by connecting them together, he would be able to predict the situation in the Bright Continent in the next few decades. The "prophecy" that only the high priest can learn has been trusted and relied on by successive popes, so in the war between the Holy See and the Dark Council thousands of years ago, the rebellious high priest was able to bring great losses to the Holy See, precisely because he gave a wrong interpretation of the prophecy.

The blurry picture jumps and stops, sometimes in one place, sometimes in someone you don't know, sometimes even in the most ordinary beast.

The High Priest sought to see the nature of the future through these key points. As his heart gradually merged with his surroundings, the picture that the high priest saw became clearer and clearer.

The sun was shining on the city, but the high priest saw the stars.

The comet with its long tail fell, and he saw a swaying figure.

Evil black eyes, a girl with a blurred face, and behind her...... Crumbling Tower of Light!

"Puff-"

A mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the blood stained the altar, and His Majesty the Pope was shocked and angry and terminated the loan.

Then he saw his henchman, the High Priest, vomit blood, stumble and stumble to the edge of the tower, and lay down the tower—