Aioria raised her head, looked at the Pope, hesitated for a long time and said, "Your Majesty...... Do you really have to do it......"

Hearing Aeolia's questioning, the Pope took his eyes off the little princess, glanced at Aioria lightly, and replied in an indifferent voice: "It's not something you and I can change. And, as a saint of our Holy See, it is also her honor. ”

"But ......"

"No, but. The Pope interrupted Aeoria mercilessly, and said in a cold voice: "Aeolia, my child, I have watched you grow up, and I know you better than anyone else. I know what you're trying to say. But...... At this point, we have no other choice. ”

Aioria looked at the Pope with trembling eyes, and it was obvious that his heart was fluctuating. He tried to argue again, but when the words came to his mouth, even he couldn't say it himself. He knew the Pope was right, but ...... But there's really no better choice!

"All right, my child. The Pope retracted his gaze and slowly turned back to face the only intact statue of light in the ruins of the entire temple, and his voice sounded as if from a distant place, "Let this child come here." It's been a long time coming. ”

Aioria struggled, his hand clenched tighter and tighter, and the little girl's face showed a trace of pain, and she looked helplessly at Aioria with a pleading gaze.

Only this time, Aioria didn't have the courage to respond to her.

"The lost lamb will eventually return to the embrace of the light...... "The Pope's whisper echoed in Aeolia's ears.

Aioria finally let go of her hand.

The little princess lifted her feet off the ground, and her body involuntarily slowly floated up. No matter how uneasily she writhed her little body in the air, there was a force that she couldn't resist at all. Forced her in the air.

The little princess had tears in her eyes, and she didn't know what was going to happen to her. Just a strong fear. Like a dark night, slow movement enveloped her. Her immature chest couldn't breathe.

Gradually, the little princess's body floated higher and higher, and her whole body unfolded, floating opposite the statue of light.

At the same time, the Pope was praying to the idol. The subtle words of prayer in his mouth were indistinct, but it seemed that with his words, an indescribable magic gradually shrouded this ruined ruin. A majestic, holy, and invincible force seems to be awakened at this moment!

Aioria could only watch this scene with a pained look in her eyes.

The little princess faced her, and the last trace of pleading in her eyes was gone. Gradually replaced by a confused, numb gaze, and the frightened look on the delicate little face gradually faded, as if falling into a state of distraction.

At this moment, the prayer in the Pope's mouth suddenly raised a scale, and a colossal, incomparably terrifying coercion suddenly descended on this space! The shadow receded, and a holy light that pierced through the heavens and the earth shone down, directly enveloping the little princess's whole body!

Aeoria's eyes widened. Stunned. The Pope also raised his arm with difficulty, blocking this incomparably strong and dazzling holy light, and his body staggered backwards, and sat on the ground. His eyes were even more fanatical with fiery blood and tears, forcibly looking at this incomparable light.

"Ahh

The little princess suddenly trembled violently, and her body trembled violently. The whole body is completely stretched out in the air, and the head is tilted back as hard as possible. A terrible scream came out of his mouth. At the same moment, in her mouth. In his wide open eyes, the same dazzling golden light shot out. Bright red blood oozed from her clothes, the result of her young body being unable to withstand the forcible impact of this powerful force.

The pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth lasted only half a second before disappearing from the outside. This pillar of light could be seen throughout the Holy Mountain. While the pillar of light disappeared outside, the ruined temple was still filled with dazzling light.

This bright light went on and on, for a long time. It wasn't until even the Pope hung his head weakly, and two lines of blood and tears burned by the strong light welled up in his eyes, and Aioria gritted his teeth even more so that he would not be stunned by this strong holy light. Gradually, this unprecedented dazzling light only converged slightly, but the light was still strong, but the scope narrowed, shining near the little princess's body. The little princess at this moment is completely wrapped in a cocoon of light.

Aioria struggled to turn her head away, clenching her hands tightly.

He knew that from this moment on, the little princess was no longer herself.

In her young body, there was an extra borrower.

An incomparably noble and powerful messenger from heaven!

And this is, and has always been, the mission of the Holy See's Lady of Light. That is, when an angel comes, the Holy Maiden of Light must sacrifice her body as a temporary carrier for the angel's arrival.

This is an incomparably honorable honor and a great honor for a believer of light. Not everyone can become a saintess, as a carrier of adventury. Only those who are chosen by God, whose special body is unique in ten thousand, can withstand the powerful power of angels.

And the little princess, who was discovered by the Pope's great prophecy shortly after birth, was found and canonized as the Holy See Princess and the Holy Maiden of Light.

Even though she had known that this day would come, Aeoria still had a hard time accepting it.

As the guardian knight of the little princess hand-picked by the Pope, he has been guarding the princess since she was a baby. Aeoria's feelings for the little princess are delicate. He is not only the guardian of the little princess, but also the guardian of the little princess, and the knight of destiny of the little princess.

The little princess's dependence on him is also incomparable to anyone. He is the only person in the world who she trusts the most. Even her affection for her biological parents, who are far away in Goliath, is not as good as Aeolia's.

And Aeolia's belief in the god of light is the most devout and pure. He was willing to give everything he had, including his life, to the Supreme God of Light.

But at this moment, when she saw that the little princess was covered in blood and forcibly surrounded by the holy light from the heavens, Aioria felt an incomparably strong colic in her heart. On one side is his lifelong faith, and on the other side is the little princess who swore to protect his life, and the dilemma almost tore him in half.

"Almost, almost!"

While Aeoria was still in pain in his heart, the Pope had already staggered to his feet with his eyes closed, with two lines of blood and tears, and muttered with unconcealed ferventness on his face and tone.

Gradually, the strong light covering the little princess's body was completely absorbed by the little princess's body. The dazzling light finally dissipated. The little princess's body was still floating in mid-air. Aioria was surprised to see that the blood oozing from the little princess's body had disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the little princess's eyes opened in the air, an incomparably indifferent gaze, with a hint of confusion. And this confusion quickly faded, the little princess's long hair suddenly flew in the air without wind, her body stood up in the air, and the expression on her delicate little face became extremely indifferent. With a gaze that looked down on all beings, he swept over the two people in the audience, the Pope and Aeolia.

The voice was cold: "Believer, why is it so late. (To be continued......)