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A black feather appeared on Chris's hand, and he shook his head and sighed softly.

The people of both cities appeared on the city walls, looking in horror at the Church of Light.

Aglith was able to control her efforts before she died, and her self-explosion only destroyed the Church of Light in Kibb.

For her, it was the place she could never forget, where everything that was most important in her life took place.

That's where she became a nun.

That's where she felt closest to the light.

Again, that's where she fell into hell.

In any case, such a place is inseparable from her.

So, she chose to perish with it.

Perhaps, this also faintly expresses the wish of Agris's heart: he, like himself, should not have appeared on this continent in the first place.

Pandey thought about what had happened to Aglis, and sadly snuggled into Chris's arms.

"Let's go back!" Chrissy said softly.

"Hmm!" Pandis nodded in response.

The figures of the two were close together.

Meanwhile, Haramston City.

Hallamston, in the Tenlan Continental, means hope.

It is said that the mother of the fifth emperor of the Luo Lan Empire was born here, and in that royal coup, the emperor almost once fell behind, and was even exiled to the border, and the exile of the royal children in a coup d'état does not actually represent the mercy of the victors, because they often die in exile, of course, the cause of death is not important.

And this is where his last hope lies.

Of course, we know that, in the end, he was not disappointed, his mother's family saved his life at the most critical time, and when he finally sat on the throne of the Emperor of God, he named the city Hallamston.

Over the centuries, the city of Harlanston has become an extremely important place in the Rollan Empire, because there is a special product here: fragrant wood, this tree whose real name is Rekara will give off a refreshing aroma, although it has no specific effect on people, but this fragrance can make people happy, and its wood is hard and delicate, making it an excellent wood for furniture. Therefore, many people call this place "Xiangmu City".

Whenever walking in the city, people smell the fragrance of fragrant wood between their noses, and their spirits are shocked, and their mood also improves, perhaps because of this, this place has also become the most safe city in the Luo Lan Empire.

Of course, in such a prosperous city, the existence of the Temple of Light is naturally indispensable.

Today is the day of prayer, and the devout believers have packed up their farm work and business early, changed into the cleanest and neatest clothes, and headed for the Church of Light together.

People walked out of various parts of the city and gradually gathered in one place, like a long snake, winding and turning towards the same place.

Everyone nodded and greeted each other with humble smiles and the most sincere piety in their eyes, but many young people regarded this day as a rare party, but their eyes swept to the opposite sex of the same age in the crowd, and the young children also grimaced at each other and stuck out their tongues in the procession, but they were held by the hands of the adults, and could not play and chase to their heart's content.

Coming to the door of the Church of Light, the people entered the auditorium in an orderly manner, and in a short time, the long benches in the auditorium were filled.

The priest walked steadily to the altar, facing the crowd with kindness and solemnity, and behind him, thirty nuns stood neatly behind the altar and watched the crowd.

At the prayer platform, several monks stood by with lyres and flutes in their hands.

On the wall behind the altar is a statue of the god of light, and the walls on both sides of the lobby are carved with three-dimensional twelve saints.

The priest looked around the hall and nodded slightly: "May God's grace and peace be with all brothers and sisters!"

Everyone, including the monks and nuns after the priest, chanted: "May God be with us!"

The priest nodded slightly, and the monks played their instruments, and soft and melodious music sounded.

Then the nuns began to chant in unison to the music: "Father of eternity, high in the glory of the throne, people of all directions, bow down and pay respect, for all ages, all souls."

Grace, truth and life have been abundant since ancient times.

Holy my God, who has guided all the elect through the ages, and the pillars of cloud and fire day and night, have been the southern needles, and have passed through the Red Sea, through the wilderness and through the mountains, and have walked the way of the world, asking for guidance.

Holy Spirit, give me new life, lift our spirits, touch our hearts, and flow like rivers with abundant vitality, rejoicing and joy, comforting and peace..."

The music was solemn and ethereal, and the faithful and the nuns chanted together, and the song was heard far and wide through the roofs and walls.

Of course, not everyone can sing, and among the common people, there are not many literate people, and it is good that the vast majority of children can sit quietly next to their parents, and they are affected by the atmosphere of the scene, and they look curiously at their parents, the people around them, the priests on the stage, and the monks and nuns.

A faint cacophony rang out in the lobby.

At first, there were whispers of scolding from parents, but later, even many adults made suspicious noises.

The priest in front of the altar raised his eyes slightly with some displeasure to look down at the stage, for the first time in the many years he had been presiding over the service, and he thought that this would stop the distraction of the faithful, but the noise remained the same, because many people did not see his eyes at all.

Are they looking at their own - behind them?

What's behind?

The hymns were no longer in order, some forgot to open their mouths, and some nuns even whispered.

Damn it!

The priest turned away in exasperation.

He couldn't find out which nun was whispering, because following the gaze of the crowd, the priest knew what was attracting everyone's attention.

Behind him, the white statue of the God of Light still had the same compassionate expression, his body was straight, and his hands were naturally hanging to his sides, as usual.

However, I don't know when, two red liquids flowed from the eyes of the statue of light, drawing extremely conspicuous marks on the statue's white face.

"Stigma!"

The priest felt a shock in his head and almost fell.

In the religious history of the Temple of Light, there are often visions on the bodies of believers, such as the pattern of the holy sword, the wings of angels, the head of the god of light, and so on, and not only the incomprehensible anomalies of living people, but even the inanimate statues will shed blood and tears, which is even more shocking and inexplicable. (To be continued.) )