God's gaze is beyond the infinite time and space, watching this small world.

Every existence under Qin Ran's gaze felt small and calm from the bottom of his heart.

It was a strange feeling.

No one wants to be as small as an ant.

But under that kind and warm gaze, they instinctively accept the fact that they are small, and even enjoy the warmth that comes from the soul.

"I feel your devout faith and will."

"You... Very good, recognized by the Holy Vestment. ”

"You guys are also very good, there are still people among you who have the potential to become Saint Seiya."

"Light shall bless you."

What the gods speak is an ancient language that rings directly in everyone's heart.

But in the face of that ancient language, everyone understands its meaning, like a rule, which is inexplicable, but can be understood.

With the encouragement of the Sun Creator, the believers of the Burning Sun Tribe were extremely excited.

See!

Our efforts have been recognized by God!

We are indeed the darlings of the Creator of the Sun!

While all the believers were emotional, a soft light descended from the sky and shrouded all of them.

Even if they weren't Qin Ran's disciples, they were bathed in the holy light, quickly recovering their physical strength and wounds.

The dying were redeemed.

Those who are slightly injured are fully recovered.

Under the merciful and selfless miracles of the Creator of the Sun, the greatness of the Creator can be felt by everyone.

But even with the holy light, the dying child still did not recover.

He's too small.

And the power of darkness almost deprived him of all his life, causing his vertebrae to break.

If it weren't for the shroud of the Light, the child would have died.

The young man knew this, and even when he was bathed in divine light, his heart was filled with grief.

He didn't want to lose it again.

He has lost all his loved ones and does not want to lose his last child again.

But what can I do?

Only God can save my child, and our God is gone.

Young people are discouraged.

But soon the light that repaired his body made him realize where hope lay be.

"God..."

"Isn't the creator of the sun that the Burning Sun tribe believes in a benevolent and powerful god?"

"The holy garments he bestows on believers are enough for believers to bombard and kill the gods."

"He is separated by endless time and space, and he can heal them by looking at them."

"Such a great existence should be able to save my child."

Realizing this, the eyes of the youth lit up.

He took his child in his arms, crawled a few steps forward on his knees, and begged to the sky:

"O great Creator of the sun!"

"Please save my child, I am willing to give everything I have, I just ask you to save my child."

"There's really nothing I can do about it."

"He's still so young, I don't want to watch him die."

"The god of the Holy Sword Tribe has fallen, and you are the only one who can save him, O great creator of the sun."

"Please... Please..."

The young man, who had finished praying, touched his forehead to the bottom and muttered a humble pleading.

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Soon, the young man felt a majestic gaze like a mountain looking at him.

In that gaze, he felt as if the whole world was watching him.

This kind of terrifying power is something that even the Heaven Opening Holy Sword could not have.

"This is a god that is countless times more powerful than the Heaven Opening Holy Sword."

Such thoughts arise in the hearts of young people.

"Is the spine broken?"

"O lowly mortal, I feel your despair, and I feel his love for life."

"As the source of light, as the source of life, I would like to bless each and every one of my children."

"Kid... Let him go..."

"The Illuminati will give him a new lease of life."

The voice of God sounded in the heavens and the earth,

Like the spring breeze, like the sunshine, like the rain and dew, so that everyone feels peaceful.

Even the fanatical believers of the Heavenly Sacred Sword had to admit the benevolence and greatness of this Sun Creator.

Under the gaze of all, the young man carefully placed his children on the ruined land.

The next moment, a soft light descended from the sky, enveloping the young child.

Under the divine light, the child was suspended in mid-air.

"I can feel your confusion and despair."

"The holy sword containing divine power has been destroyed, and you have lost the beacon in your hearts."

"But don't be confused, the Illuminati will continue to guide you."

"Your holy sword will be with you."

Qin Ran felt the thoughts of those people, and knew that after they lost their gods, the faith and support in their hearts had collapsed.

Maybe give them enough time, and the Burning Sun Tribe can slowly let them recover.

But in the eyes of Qin Ran, the god, everything is not so troublesome.

Isn't it just that the holy sword is destroyed?

Then I, the creator of the sun, will reshape the holy sword for you.

Your holy sword is back, it was shaped by the Creator of the Sun, who is the truly great god, do you need to say this?

You're done with your own products!

"And... This holy sword is a good material. ”

"Among the totem gods I have killed, the potential of this holy sword is considered one of the best."

Qin Ran had a high opinion of the Open Heaven Holy Sword.

Although the power of the Open Heaven Holy Sword is just like that, it can't stand it with the authority to open the sky.

If such authority is developed to the later stage, I am afraid that the heavens and the earth will be cut apart under a sword. UU reads books

But it's a pity that the totem god in the poor countryside has no hope of growing up at all.

Such a fallen totem god is the most suitable stepping stone for the spread of the god's name by the creator of the sun.

When it came to the Holy Sword, many people had blank expressions in their eyes.

The holy sword has been destroyed, how can it be with us?

As soon as the thought in their hearts rose, they saw countless fragments of the holy sword flying out of the corners of the ruins.

Shrouded in light, the pieces were put back together into a cracked sword.

Rumble!

The golden Sun Divine Fire fell from the sky, scorching the shattered Holy Sword.

Under the refining of the Sun Divine Fire, the holy sword gradually melted, but it still maintained the shape of the holy sword.

In the tempering of the Sun Divine Fire, a large amount of impurities turned into smoke and dust and dissipated, leaving only the purer and purer Holy Sword itself.

"My child has seen the end, and I will give him hope."

"From today onwards, he will continue to be with you as the embodiment of the Holy Sword."

God's voice rang out in the distance.

Under that vast force, the holy sword that melted into liquid slowly pierced the child's back.

An extremely sharp aura permeated from the child's body.

The body, which had lost its support, also stood up again after the Holy Sword merged.

Later myths record that God gave believers the sword that represents the end and hope.

Faithful believers wield holy swords and eventually become golden saints who always accompany the gods.

And his people, in the name of the holy sword, have been bathed in the light of the gods ever since.

This account is from...... Biblical Sanctuary Legends