The sun struggled to set the mountain, struggling to cast its afterglow onto the earth.

Luo An looked at the kneeling and praying children in Shenghui Square not far away through the clean and bright glass window, and sighed imperceptibly.

Two or three hundred years ago, in that greatest age, every apostle of God was noble and undefiled. They eat with sterling silver utensils, fine porcelain from the Orient as utensils for dishes, and eat the simplest but most delicious food in the world. They lay on velvet mattresses, covered with silk quilts from the East, pillows made of precious wood, and fell asleep with the most extravagant ambergris.

They rode in splendid carriages, and even the nobles were proud of the apostles of God who were whipping and stirrupping. Whenever the carriage carrying God's apostles passed through the streets, the roadside was filled with the ...... of devout believers who were bowing to the ground.

It was the time that any apostle of God would have longed for, and it was also ...... Final honor.

A guy named Copernicus used an insignificant book and an insignificant model to destroy in an instant the apostles who had been walking on the earth for hundreds of thousands of years. People no longer believe in God, no longer worship God, and even question the existence of God and doubt the power of God.

In that era when the theocracy decided the fate of the nation and decided the ownership of the crown, such an act was blasphemous, evil, and unacceptable to the world. They were devastated, and the infidels, led by Maris and Rose, were burned to the stake of judgment. But the fire did not stop the palpitating sprouts, but these evil heretics were like a fire that burned the whole world in an instant, and burned everything that was old!

To this day, the Holy Sect can only retreat in the province of Groland, surviving for a long time.

His Excellency the Pope, who was once omnipotent, can now only barely maintain his intermediate-level prayer ability, and the holy arts he can use are even more pitiful. Since people no longer believe in God, it seems that God is getting more and more distant day by day, and He can no longer shelter the believers under the stars.

Luo An glanced at the idol in the sunset again, and sighed again, as if his heart was blown by the cold autumn wind.

Rosie sensed as if someone was prying on him, and he looked up, only to see Assistant Tina's raised eyebrows. He secretly said that it was not good, and quickly lowered his head. Teaching assistant Tina is good at everything, but her faith is too strong, and any distraction in her homework will be regarded as a blasphemy by her, and she will be severely punished.

Assistant Professors Tina and Rosie, as well as all the children here, are similar, orphans adopted by the church.

Over the years, the war has not gone away, and skirmishes have broken out on the border every once in a while, and the two sides are willing to stop after tens of millions of people have died. The borders are littered with homeless orphans, the strongest of whom will be taken away by the military, the next by the gangs, and the rest by the church and chamber of commerce.

The situation for girls is much more complicated, and both the state and the gang will capture a large number of little girls. Young, beautiful and with outstanding temperament will be sent to the confidential state secret organs, learn some unique abilities and knowledge, and serve the high-level of society and the state. The rest will be sent to a prostitute to squeeze as much wealth as possible for the next few years to a decade.

This is a time when human life is not valuable, and it is a time for the worst and the best.

Rosie lowered her head and closed her eyes, and a faintly fluorescent shadow appeared in her dark vision. This is the first lesson learned in the church, the prayer of the light, which can be gained by visualizing an omnipotent God. Today, the Pope is said to have a high level of prayer and can unleash powerful holy arts at his fingertips, but Rossi has never seen it with his own eyes.

This is a very primitive totem worship, which gets power by worshipping the totem of faith, but Rossi doesn't understand what this power really is.

The progress bar in the lower left corner of the horizon moved imperceptibly forward, and the prayer technique increased from Lv0-71% to 72%. I don't know if it's a delusion, but Rosie feels that the older she gets, the better the effect of her prayers becomes. From the age of three to the age of six, I prayed day after day, and for three whole years, I gained less than 25% of the progress value. From the age of six to nine, he achieved nearly 50% progress in three years. Unconsciously glanced at the progress bar again, and I didn't know what kind of changes would occur after this thing was full.

Rosie is not a native of this world, he was once a hard-working creature in another world called "white-collar workers", working with his parents day after day, year after year, for the right to mate. After more than ten years of hard work, he finally bought a new house, bought a joint venture car worth more than 100,000 yuan, found his favorite mating partner, and planned to continue the life of the race, but he crossed over with the real estate certificate and became an orphan whose parents died in the war and was adopted by the church.

And the most painful thing is that this church is already in the twilight, and I don't know when it will end on the world stage.

Gunpowder weapons make cold weapons quickly obsolete, and personal bravery is no longer useful on the battlefield, even if there are some auxiliary magic in the church, it will not help. The fearless charge will only attract artillery fire, and there is almost no possibility of hand-to-hand combat.

Either they were scattered by artillery and muskets, or they chased the scattered crowd from a distance of hundreds of meters with muskets.

As the sun began to set, the evening prayer class finally ended. The children stood up one after another, shaking their numb legs and smiling with relief on their faces, and left the square in groups of three or five.

The aroma of the meal wafted through the air, and Rossi sniffed and her stomach growled.

The food was not good, and the wealth accumulated by the church for thousands of years over the past two hundred years was divided up by the state and powerful forces, leaving only a small amount of money, barely maintaining its current size. Some of the apostles who possessed low-level magic could only take to the streets, exchanging the healing techniques that were once hard to find for a small amount of money for consultations.

People don't trust the cure very much, because the effect of the cure is a little slow, not as good as a few small white pills. Only those who are seriously ill and cannot afford to pay sky-high medical bills will choose to use healing to prolong their lives.

Following the pace of the procession, after taking a black loaf of bread and a bowl of broth from the fat cook, Rosie went to a less crowded place and squatted down to eat. The taste of the brown bread is very poor, and there are some additives in it besides wheat, which are as hard as pebbles. The broth was delicious, but there was not even a trace of meat in sight except for a few leaves and a few oil stars floating around.

"Are you going to the Knights later?", Wood was one of Rosie's few friends, after all, he had the soul of an adult in his young body, and he couldn't mingle with these teenage children. Wood, who is eleven years old and a little more precocious than the average child, says that when he was a child, his family was attacked by bandits, and his family died in the disaster. He then lived on the streets, only to be discovered by the church when he was seven years old and brought here.

Wood, who had struggled socially for a while, was more mature than others, so Rossi was able to talk to him, at least without thinking he was too naïve.

The Church also retains the original armed system, the Knights.

In fact, this class should have been eliminated a long time ago, where do we need knights in this world? Before they have time to charge, a few shells can make the knights carry their guns and return to their hometown forever. I don't know why, the church has been insisting, even if the number of knights is only a pitiful dozen.

Rosie nodded, swallowed the file-like black bread ball from his throat, and took a sip of the broth, "I'll go after eating and resting for a while." ”

"What's the use of going?", Wood pouted disdainfully, "Did I tell you, when the bandits burst into my house, eight or nine muskets broke up the fifty-odd escort group, this world is already the world of muskets, to hell with the knights or something!"

Rossi understands this truth, and he also clearly knows from the history of another world that the collision of cold weapons and hot weapons will always be a loss.

But this is a crazy and barbaric society, and small lives can be taken away by inexplicable black guns anytime and anywhere, and the reason may be just because he is wearing a golden ring, or it may make people feel that he is a rich man.

In order to increase his chances of survival, he had to make himself as strong as possible, even if it was stupidly strong.

At the very least, it is good for the flesh to be strong.

Seeing that Rosie could not be persuaded by Wood, he shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, he and Rosie had known each other for four years, and knew this guy who was two years younger than him too well. He ate the black bread in his hand in a few bites, as if he was eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and finally licked the bread crumbs on his fingers, drank the broth in the bowl in one go, patted his butt and stood up.

"Well, there you go, though it doesn't serve any eggs. I'm going to read a book, and I think it's more useful than practicing martial arts. ”

Rosie desperately swallowed the unpalatable black bread in his stomach, and also stood up, "You're right, knowledge is the most powerful force. Knowledge created muskets and killed all enemies who did not have muskets. ”

Throwing the broken bowl with a missing hole into the basket, he sat down in the square and rested for a while, then stood up with his legs propped up, and ran towards the knights' camp not far from the manor.

The knight's training focuses on martial arts, and he often shouts meaningless sounds during training, which will affect the children who pray or attend classes here, so they are not here.