The Divine Grace Continent, the first city.

"I'm against that!!"

"I don't approve of polluters entering the city either."

"Even if the elves agree, the dwarves firmly disagree, it has nothing to do with race, Warhammer Nogray is not a person with a careful eye, but your elves' proposal is too stupid!"

"Once the original city is polluted, all our hopes will be extinguished, and everything will be chaos."

"Elven King Imori, your proposal is too reckless, I don't agree."

Tess, the prostrate dragon, lay on the ground, her huge eyes closed, listening to the men arguing again.

This time there were more people participating in the brawl than the last time.

Two days ago, the oldest elven king, Imori, offered to bring several tainted elves to the city to be purified by the mysterious being.

Since then.

Fierce disputes erupted in the city from the very beginning.

Including the original bishop of the Church, Hilo, the newly enthroned young monarch of the Loman Empire, Enkole Dimetheus, the Empress Ellen of the Eve Capet Empire, and the Basteen King of the San Fino Empire.

The grumpy Dwarven King, Warhammer Nogre, Herqued Sumani of Mellon, and more.

They either strongly oppose it directly, or express skepticism, or they do not trust the Divine Descendant Saintess located in the basement of the Church of Light, but they dare not go down to confirm it.

There are people who have been silent and don't want to change.

There are those who oppose Imory, Charlot, Wilford.

Some people hesitantly said that they can try, but they must come up with a feasible plan.

The powerhouses and magnates of the Divine Grace Continent gathered together again and quarreled over one thing.

Tess was tired of listening.

She vaguely remembered that before the arrival of the evil gods, the Divine Charity Continent was also so chaotic and noisy, the elves were content with the status quo, humans and dwarves and orcs were hostile to each other, and many churches believed in gods, but they would also participate in the fighting.

Even the gods are hating each other.

For example, the goddess of light and the goddess of the moon, the two gods often fight, and the goddess of the moon is not defeated by the goddess of light, who is the righteous god, and she will run to the kingdom of the mother earth goddess to complain.

Even between dragons and dragons, there are often battles, and the Black Dragon King has been peeking at Dragon Island.

It's just, alas.

When the evil god descended, everything was destroyed, and the goddess of light watched the goddess of the moon be polluted, the beautiful garden turned into a dead place, and the stars dimmed and disappeared overnight.

The Black Dragon King died on the coast of Dragon Island, fighting to protect Dragon Island.

Tess thought that after seeing humans and orcs unite to form an army against the filthy army of treants, she would never see a quarrel again, and that the Divine Grace Continent would unite against evil.

But she still didn't get her way.

After the god of death fled into darkness, there was no one in the original city who could stand up and lead the people.

They were all former powerhouses of the Divine Grace Continent.

A bishop, a pope, a high priest, a king, a powerful demigod and a magister, an assassin who disappears in the shadows.

The stupid ones among them even thought that after getting the weapons left by the gods, they could kill the evil gods and replace the four righteous gods as the masters of the Divine Grace Continent!

Listening to these cacophonies, Tess had reason to suspect that the people of the city had destroyed their last hope of fighting before the cultists led the tainted legions to attack the place.

An elven king could not convince them.

Two more churches won't do.

"If you don't make changes, there's never hope!"

Imorie's grace was replaced by anger, two elven blades behind his back, and his turquoise eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"Change?"

Bastine, the king of the San Fino Empire, sat in his position with a fat body, and sneered: "You elves can guarantee that there will be no accidents when the polluters enter the city?" Can the elves still take out the leaves of the World Tree and use them to purify evil? ”

The crowd looked at the Elven King.

They knew that Imori also had some World Tree leaves in his hands, each of which possessed an incomparably pure and intense magical power, and a small piece could purify a large amount of evil aura.

Before the arrival of the evil god, the relationship between the San Fino Empire and the elves was extremely poor, and the San Fino Empire was also one of the few places in the Divine Charity Continent that allowed the buying and selling of elves, and the elves hated it.

Imori propped his hands on the wooden table, his eyes looking around.

Some people bow their heads and don't want to get involved.

Someone shook his head slightly, indicating that he could not support him.

Pope Charroux and Wilford were willing to support, but neither of them was enough.

A sudden wave of sad despair welled up in Imori's heart.

He didn't know what the point of persistence was.

After losing the guidance of the gods, the First City has been scattered into a plate of sand, unable to make any changes, and can only numbly wait for the final judgment.

It is a pity that the adjudicators and executors of the trial will only be evil gods.

Then.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of a harp came from outside, reaching the ears of everyone who quarreled.

A beautiful voice sang softly:

"Great Creator, you created the supreme earth to dwell in the eternal kingdom."

"You are the same as the original, but you have been humbled by our real name: Chen Ji, so that we can get a glimpse of your kingdom."

"As the lord of the order of all things in the void, you let the stars have the brilliance of the sun, and the beautiful stars float in the endless sea of stars."

"Bright stars illuminate your kingdom and adorn the dark night sky."

"They shine in the distant starry sky, eternal and immortal, and are a symbol of your great power~!"

It's a prayer!

They finally reacted that it was someone praying.

Rossetti, the high priest of the god of the sky, is singing the praises of a new kingdom of God, a great kingdom equal to the Creator!

The stars are like the sun?

Eternal and immortal?

What kind of country is this?!

They did not dare to repeat these words that were greater than the true God, and all of them, including Bastin, who had been hostile to Imory, stood up in surprise and went outside, where they saw Rossetti playing the harp with a warm smile on her beautiful face.

She's really praying!

Although this is not the complete prayer ceremony, it has already caused people who have not prayed to the gods in a long time to lose their minds.

She is depicting the Kingdom of God of the Creator.

Each of the starry flowers in the garden of the Moon Goddess has the power of the Sun Temple.

What kind of country is this?!

Rossetti is not contaminated!

She describes a great being with order, wisdom, and power.

The dragon Tess raised her head, opened her huge dragon eyes, looked down at Rossetti from above, and slowly lowered her head in respect.

Her prayer poems are so beautiful.

Long.

Rossetti's singing slowly stopped, and she did not speak, but held a harp in her hand and looked at the crowd with a smile.

The poems in praise of the great being already contain everything she wanted to say:

She's about to believe in another god.

He is writing poetry for that great being.

She also believes that the great creator Chen Ji has the power to fight against the pollution of evil gods, purify evil, and even destroy evil gods, so that the glory of his divine kingdom will shine on the Divine Grace Continent!

No one spoke at the moment.

Rossetti's hymns are full of enthusiasm and piety, soft and great.

The afterglow of the prayer poem echoed in their hearts.

"This is the World Tree Leaf."

Imori took out two leaves from the exquisite silk bag around his waist, handed them to Shiloh, and reassured: "This time the elves are in charge of this operation, and we are willing to take all the responsibility." ”

"Warhammer Nogray is willing to follow you!"

Nogray, the king of the dwarves, said in a thick voice.

Imori glanced at him.

"What elves are you looking at?" "The dwarf is beholden to that strange god, ...... by the sky No, it was the great being who was called Lord of the Order of All Things by Rossetti who agreed to escort you to the action! ”

Ignoring the dwarves, Imori turned to them and asked, "What do you think?" ”

The Queen of the Dragon saw that there was no one to object anymore.

Rossetti's prayer poems have unimaginable power.

In the poem, the great being, who is equal to the Creator, rekindles the hope in their hearts.

"You can take the leaves."

Shiloh pushed back the World Tree Leaf from Imory's hand, "The Outer Castle of the First has been taken over by evil, so be careful. ”

"Also."

Before everyone could speak, he added, "I don't want to see the elves come out of the church until the evil is completely purified." ”

The subconscious implication is that tainted elves can only enter the crypt of the church, and are not allowed to leave the church of light until it is completely purified.

The rest nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I agree. Now, let's go! Sassy! ”

Imorie called out into the distance.

There was excitement in the call.

With the pure white and holy light, a snow-white unicorn figure pierced the dark sky and flew down in front of everyone.

This is already the only surviving unicorn in the Divine Grace Continent.

It approached with light steps, and its snow-white and vigorous body was elegant and beautiful.

"Is this for me to ride?"

With a look of surprise on his bearded face, the Dwarven King tried to climb up with the Flame Hammer, but was slammed by the unicorn.

Rossetti laughed with the crowd.

The original city is finally alive and well.

More people gathered around and watched as the Elven King Imory and the Dwarven King Nogre led a group of elves and dwarves, dressed in black, and rode slowly out of the city.

Every time you go out of the city, it represents a journey of hope.

A faint glow emanated from Rossetti's harp, enveloping every elf and dwarf in the procession out of the city.

"Let the stars and poetry surround you."