The Hall of Epic Heroes was silent, and only the Pope's bland words echoed in it.

The old man stared fixedly at the small door, and deep in his heart, he had a conversation with the woman in white in the City of Dawn many years ago.

The woman in white stood on the top of a high mountain, and the mighty mountain wind blew her clothes, and her clear voice reached the ears of the young priest behind her.

"Faith is essentially a choice. The woman in white said, "No faith is inherently sacred and necessary, and it is not that the gods ask the worldly beings to believe in them, but that the living beings actively choose the part of the gods that resembles or desires them." ”

The young Innocent looked at the woman in white in bewilderment, "According to what you say, at the beginning of Hongmeng, the first pope who had a glimpse of the mystery of brilliance, chose brilliance as his belief because he found that the Lord of Radiance has some kind of temperament similar to that of human beings?"

In the main hall, the old man looked at Constantine, who was frowning and contemplative, and said slowly, "The elves believe in the goddess of nature, because of the racial habits of the elves, they have been breeding in the mountains and swamps for generations, and have a natural affinity and attachment to nature, so they believe in the way of nature. ”

"The orcs have a fertility level far beyond other races, and the huge population base makes them inherently in extremely fierce competition, while the orcs are savage and aggressive by nature, and most of them are not productive, in order to obtain higher status and resources in the tribe, the meaning of strength is self-evident, so they will worship the powerful and invincible Titans. ”

"The Bloods have the longest lifespan and are more afraid of death than any other race, so they believe in the god of the underworld who can control life and death, and the characteristics of the Bloodlines make it impossible for them to walk in the sun, but deep down they still have a yearning for light, so they also believe in the moon god," the Pope said. ”

This series of analogies made Constantine vaguely understand.

"Humans are different from other creatures, a race of great creativity and infinite possibilities, but extremely insecure. ”

"The human race in the Middle Ages was too weak for any race to take us humans seriously, and although there were peerless powerhouses such as Paladin, Nibelungen, and Charlemagne," the Pope said, "the human race in the Middle Ages was too small to improve the living environment of the entire race in an essential sense." ”

"In that barbaric era, in addition to living under the oppression and bullying of major races, human beings also had to face wars, plagues and famines, and the average life expectancy of ordinary people was less than 30 years. ”

"In such troubled times, external order and inner peace have become the natural pursuit of most of our ancestors. ”

"For them at that time, being alive was the highest achievement, and perhaps it seems to you today that the requirements are incredibly low, but don't forget that the vast majority of people in this world are ordinary and weak, they don't have amazing parents like you, and it is a luxury to live a little longer, let alone live a so-called dignified life?"

Constantine was silent.

"Belief in the gods is, in a sense, belief in ourselves. Pope Francis said meaningfully.

"Behind this door, the most important thing for the whole Church is kept, the remains of the popes and their lives, and their perception of their splendor and faith." ”

The Pope reached out and pressed against the door.

His eyes as deep as a sea of stars rippled with light, and a majestic, vast, divine and ethereal power erupted from under the white robe on the old man's body.

The young man unconsciously took a few steps back, his body trembling slightly, and he felt that the old man standing in front of him had become extremely tall.

The holy sword in his hand emitted a faint white light, as if echoing this majestic figure.

The entire hall was also trembling, and every line of the ancient stone wall slowly oozing milky white holy radiance.

In the main hall, the stone statues of the six epic heroes stood quietly in the rising light, and they looked at the old man and the young man standing in front of the door, and they were silent.

Constantine carefully felt the tremendous divine power released from the Pope, this power was far greater than all the powerful men he had seen in his life, even the Imperial Marshal Morgan and the Grand Magus Joey could not possess such a transcendent and powerful momentum, perhaps only the mother who died on the night of Winterfell could surpass it.

Sanctuary?

Constantine, who had already fought against several Sacred Realm powerhouses, thought that he had seen the peak of this world's power, but it was only at this moment that he was stunned to find that he had just reached the foot of the mountain.

Only then did he remember that the old man in front of him in a simple religious robe was known as the person closest to God in the entire continent.

The "proximity" here may not only refer to the spiritual level, but also seems to be used to describe the unfathomable power of the old man.

Flowing water filled the entire epic hall, and the entire hall turned snow-white, and the statues of the six epic heroes disappeared.

Standing in this white world, Constantine stretched out his spiritual power, and he found that the place he was standing in front of him seemed to be different from what he had just been.

To put it in the Arcanist's theory, the spatial structure here has changed.

Only the narrow door remained unharmed, untouched.

The old man nodded to the young man behind him, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door is a brand new temple.

"This is my temple. The Pope's voice rang in the ears of the boy, "If one day I return to the arms of the Lord, my mortal body will be laid here." ”

Constantine looked around and saw that the temple, which had been booked as a tomb, was somewhat empty, that there were very few items to decorate it, and that the Pope did not seem to have come very often.

In the corner of the temple is a very small and dilapidated wooden bed, and on the left shelf are several ancient books.

"It was the same bed I slept in as a child, when I was an orphan in a small monastery in the southern part of the empire, and I had nothing else to do every day, and I didn't want to go out to play, and the most I did was lie in bed and look through the scriptures left on the shelves by the old priest. Pope said leisurely.

The two continued to walk forward, and Constantine saw a small round table with two parchment scrolls on it, and Constantine was stunned for a moment, although the two parchment scrolls were old, he still recognized the Augustinian Academy mark under the parchment.

"This is the diploma and letter of appointment I received at the seminary 60 years ago. "That year I was appointed priest under His Excellency Archbishop Clement and came to the Royal Academy of Magic in the Imperial Capital, where I met your mother. ”

Constantine glanced at the letter of appointment, the style was very similar to the one given to him by Bishop Cicero, it was indeed the style of Augustinian seminary.

However, on that letter of appointment, Constantine accidentally discovered another name: Drex-Sino.

Drakes Constantine frowned, the name familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.