In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shone on the huge statue of the god in the center of the city, which was like a god, covered in golden radiance and majestic.

More and more believers gathered under the statue to recite the teachings and pray earnestly. It's the first thing you have to experience every day, and it's already ingrained in people's hearts. After months of baptism, the city was almost entirely populated with believers, and there were almost no believers in the Father. It's about the atmosphere, but it's also about the deeper level of people's quest. More and more pilgrims from elsewhere have given the city a sacred aura.

This is a holy city, as the believers themselves say, the origin of faith, the source of everything.

Austin put on her white robes, rubbed her eyes, and walked out into the square after a brief grooming. At this time, the square was densely packed with believers in the center of the city, and he slept a little deeper yesterday, and he was too late to go to the middle. At this time, there were two sword marks on his face, one from the left eyebrow bone to the right corner of the mouth, and the other from the right sideburns to the chin, looking hideous and terrifying.

In fact, his injury can be completely healed, but he is unwilling to let people treat these two sword marks. This is the persistence he left in his heart, and the imprint of weakness thrown away.

Sometimes he would recall the day when blood stained the sky red, and the believers were directly defeated by the slaughter of the city defenses. Ordinary people who don't know martial arts can only fight against the army with enthusiasm and courage in their hearts. He was lucky because he was still alive, but many people died in the melee.

Sometimes he would ask himself if he regretted that so many people lost their lives.

He will tell himself that he will never regret it. Striving for the ideals and ideas in one's heart, and even dying, is by no means a pity, but a sacred attitude!

He only regretted that he was not strong enough, and only regretted that the process of acting was too impulsive.

He looked up at the idol, and was suddenly stunned, this idol had been standing here for several months, and he had been looking at it every day since he came, but today he had found something unusual. There is an extra earring on the left earlobe on the idol, which didn't seem to have been there yesterday. He rubbed his eyes, and then looked at it, and there was still an extra earring.

There are many people like him who have discovered this detail, but this is the city of miracles, and some people take it for granted.

After the morning class, he ate a little, changed into a suit of one-piece Kai, and trotted with a spear to the knight training camp outside the city, and the day's schoolwork began.

The spirit of war is a very strange thing, and some people pray, pray, and repent under the idol of the gods, and eventually gain the favor of the Father and the ability to use the power of the Holy Force. But there are also some people who have the spirit of war. The battle qi seems to be different from all the forces in this world, and this power also comes from faith, but there are some differences with the holy power.

The Holy Force is like the power of the gods, and it can use some very special abilities, while the Battle Qi is completely different from the divine system of the Holy Force. Battle qi can nourish the physical body, and can make one's strength greater and the physical body stronger. Most of the divine arts are not offensive and aggressive, but the battle qi is almost full of offensive abilities.

Scorching Spear, Holy Charge, Spear of Judges......

These skills tend to be imbued with powerful aggression.

More than five hundred knights gathered in the training camp, and the number is increasing every day. Looking at more and more of his companions, Austin clenched the spear in his hand hard.

Someday......

Someday I'm going to be at the top of this world, Hano pouted, not paying any attention to the strange looks of the apostles around him. Some time ago, there was another miracle of God's descent, and a large number of believers once again obtained the seed of holy power and successfully became apostles. Fabio summoned him more than once to find out what it was all about.

If before Hano was thinking about following Fabio, now the ambition in his heart is starting to grow like weeds. The Hides gave him a chance that no one else had, and it was enough for him to challenge the impossible. But there is a premise for all this, and that is faith.

Faith is a very special thing, and whether you believe or not believe it is in the heart of the individual himself. It's okay if you believe on the surface, but if you don't believe in your heart, this will only stop the holy power. This thing can deceive others, but it can't deceive itself.

In order to obtain more holy power, Hano would go to the church every day to do morning and evening classes, and became extremely diligent. He sometimes meddles in things inside the church, but he does it very wisely.

He has been following Rossi and Fabio for so long, he is no longer the country gambler who doesn't know anything, he is the upstart in the aristocratic group. If you want to play these tricks and intrigues, who can compare to the aristocracy who takes acting as a life every day?

There was also a hint of worry in his heart, he was afraid, afraid that one day Rosie would come back into this world.

He was not afraid of Fabio, he was not afraid of Attila, but he was afraid of Rossi. He knows better than anyone who Rosie is, and it can be said that Rosie was by Rosie's side from beginning to end. Rosie is a very ruthless person, ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to the enemy. Sometimes he would wake up at night with nightmares, and the content of the nightmares was surprisingly consistent, that is, Rossi pushed open his door, looked at him with a smile, and said "I'm back".

What happens when Rosie comes back?

He won't kill himself, but he will torture himself forever.

This is Hano's perception of Rossi, and what Rossi hates most is betrayal.

If the previous betrayal was his last resort, forced to make a choice among the Imperial Group and the Apostles, then the subsequent betrayal was his own idea.

Lust and enjoyment are like the most vicious poison in the world, you know that this thing will kill people, but you always can't control it. He was already a nobleman, an upstart to the empire, and an object that everyone wanted to stammer. He's not the dogleg who follows Rossi, he's not anyone's dog, he's the owner of the dog now! He doesn't want to go back to the past, he wants to create the future himself!

Back in his mansion, he plunged headlong into the secret room. The holy power in his hand continued to change with his mind, and under the surface of this pure holy power, there were countless blacks surging wildly, this was an obscure power, and this power rolled up the things around him and began to revolve around him.

It's the power of the spirit!

It's the power of desire!

A statue of a god more than a foot long suddenly fell headlong into the wall next to it, shattering in response.

He glanced coldly at the debris on the ground, lifted his foot, and stepped on it fiercely.

Some believe, and so there is faith.

If someone doesn't believe it, he must be a champion of atheism.

But there is another kind of man, who believes, but also betrays the faith—the Fallen!