The weather in Tokyo is getting cooler.

The gloomy sky was holding a heavy rain.

The delicate cherry blossoms are in the cool breeze, ready for the rain.

Why don't you plant some cherry blossom trees in the mountains of Nohara Shrine?

Shiraishi's mind diverged, leaning on the soft lazy sofa, his hand stroking the tiger's head.

The mind turned to school again.

Aoi Komori's eyes and hands and feet recovered, and she offered to go back to school.

The curriculum may not be able to keep up with those students, but the education and performance of public schools in Japan have always been strained, far inferior to those of private schools.

If the whole class is bastard, it doesn't matter if there is one more student with poor grades.

School starts today and there should be no problem.

Shiraishi stopped stroking Caesar's head, left the lazy couch, turned into the living room, and walked to Komori's bedroom on the second floor, "Komori, I'm in."

As he spoke, he grabbed the sliding door with his hand and wanted to open it.

"Huh?!"

The voice from inside was a little panicked, and the girl didn't seem to be dressed properly and was looking for panties.

Shiraishi's movements did not stop, and he directly opened the sliding door.

In the clean bedroom, which was so simple that there was no girlish atmosphere, the black-haired girl knelt on the futon, her fair and delicate cheeks flushed slightly, and said in a panic, "Shiraishi-kun, do you have something?"

The lamp is hidden behind it.

"Komori, it's a good thing to worry about Aoi, it's not a good behavior to look at it secretly, it's something that voyeurs do."

Shiraishi solemnly reminded her.

You can't use the ghost to watch the situation on Aoi's side, this kind of protection is more terrifying than touching.

Think about it, someone staring at you all the time, even with well-intentioned intentions, can still make people feel intimidating.

The privacy of individuals is seriously violated.

Jun Komori was dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

She is worried that her sister has not been to school for too long and will be bullied by other classmates, especially in Japan, where school bullying incidents are endless.

Never thought that such behavior was voyeurism.

"I'm worried about my sister'......" Her tone was weak, trying to defend herself.

Under Shiraishi's gaze, her voice grew deeper and lower, eventually turning into a sentence, "Okay."

Lost, it was the first time she showed such emotions in front of Shiraishi.

Perhaps in her eyes, this is the best way to express anger.

Bai Shi reached out and touched her head, messed up the short black hair that covered her ears, pinched her face again, and smiled, "Don't worry, Xiao Kui will be fine."

"Hmm." Jun Komori's cheeks were even redder from this action, and the fingertips swept over his cheeks and the top of his head.

It makes her heart beat a little chaotic, and she can't tell if it's a heartbeat caused by love or simply the proximity of the opposite sex.

Shiraishi withdrew his hand and said, "You should meditate."

"Yes."

Jun Komori nodded, recalled the ghost from the school, and quickly landed on the lotus lamp.

Burgundy eyes closed.

All her chaotic thoughts hit the nuggets of gold, and she began today's meditation practice.

Shiraishi left the bedroom without forgetting to close the sliding door.

……

Next.

The streets of Paris are a bit deserted.

The turbulent situation has cut off flights from various countries, the flow of wealthy people to the city of dawn, and some transnational remote official business has been changed to online.

The number of people traveling abroad has dropped to an all-time low.

Industries that rely on travelers to support them are at a freezing point.

But people don't care much about that kind of thing.

The wide-open transcendent door attracts everyone's attention, and anyone who is not trapped by life will not care about those firewood, rice, oil and salt.

If it really doesn't work, ordinary people can choose to move to the City of Dawn, the procedure is simpler than those of the rich, almost the same day, and you can leave on the same day.

After all, the transcendents of the City of Dawn need mortals to take care of their daily lives.

Gao Liujing sat in a café on the banks of the Seine, with a sun umbrella outside to block the sun, she took a sip of sweetened coffee, and said leisurely, "There is no movement."

"Hmm." Adolf sat across from her and nodded, carefully adding sugar, she didn't like it too sweet, she didn't like the bitter taste, and she didn't want to add it a second time.

"Do you think we're too idle?"

Gao Liujing saw that she was so idle that she couldn't help complaining.

"People want us to be free, and if we are busy, it is not a good thing for the people."

Without blinking, Adolf poured the sugar little by little to the point she thought was appropriate, and then stirred it with a spoon to taste the taste of coffee.

Moderate sweetness.

"Not bad." Her nonchalant killer-like face showed a hint of satisfaction, and she thought to herself that she had really done a good thing.

Tearing the sugar packet apart and shaking out the desired sugar little by little requires a certain amount of skill.

Well, she's just too idle.

I'm so idle that the grass grows in my brain, and occasionally I think about blowing the whistle at night, calling someone over, and enjoying the whole root.

But considering that it is possible to be discovered by Gao Liujing.

She still chose not to blow the whistle.

If it is broken, she doesn't care in her heart, Baishi should cause trouble, followed by Gao Liujing's face.

This woman absolutely could not accept what it seems.

Even if you know what you know.

Adolf was drinking her coffee, her mind already flying to the clouds, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

At this moment, there was a sudden and terrifying wave in the air, and waves crashed against the shore on the surface of the Seine.

She came back to her senses and turned her head to look at Notre Dame Cathedral, a bright white beam of light rushing into the sky.

……

God has woken up.

The space shook and distorted, producing signs of ruin within the church.

Joan of Arc's expression suddenly became wonderful, and his eyes widened, staring at the god who gradually opened his eyes.

And the members of the Holy Knights outside poured in together.

Konoe Tissi said with excitement on her face, "Captain Joan of Arc, have you succeeded?"

"Ahh Joan of Arc didn't know how to answer, and covered her forehead with one hand, only to feel the images and memories shock through her mind.

The head seemed to be about to crack.

"That's not right...... That's not right!"

She let out a low growl from her throat, shook off Tissi beside her, and shouted to the members of the Paladins behind her, "No, she's not God, she's Nicholas!"

"What?!" Tixie's expression was a little surprised, and the rest of the group members were even more shocked.

They didn't know who Nicholas was, but they could hear the change in the leader's tone, which seemed to mean that there was an unforeseen problem with the god-making project.

"Does it matter what your name is?"

She spoke, her voice not causing a change in the people present.

"You lied to me!" Joan of Arc roared, her eyes bloodshot, and she no longer had the calmness she used to have.

Whoever discovers the memories in his brain that he once thought were real comrades-in-arms, love, family affection, and even a mission that was enough to dedicate his life were forged things.

I can't accept everything calmly.

"I'm not lying about the beginning, but it's not you who lasted that experience, it was me."

Nicholas calmly replied to her roar, "Strictly speaking, I don't have that experience either, it's just that I pass on my memories to the next world in parallel worlds before I die.

Find a way to defeat the Beginning."

"About a million years ago, I got the inheritance of those memories and began to think about how to prevent the beginning from coming into this world."

And the conclusion she came to after thinking about it was Joan of Arc's god-making plan.

She always remembered, at the end of the Fourth Civilization

, how terrible is the faith of mankind.

It is a source of strength that allows the small to dare to fight back against the Great Being.

If you can use it, you may be able to fight with Taichu.

Nicholas began to ponder how to harness the power of faith, and was eventually inspired by observing human behavior.

Use magic to gather the power of faith to create a huge energy body, and then engulf the energy body by herself, so as to make her even stronger.

"I will do what I have promised, and all human beings who believe in me will be sheltered."

"You will also be the saint who will lead the world to life, Joan of Arc."

Nicholas did not abandon the owner of the Vision, "Make your choice."

Joan of Arc was silent, confused and confused, not knowing what to say, looking left and right, staring at her with all faces, waiting for her answer.

Say it wrong yourself...... What will happen to these people?

Joan of Arc took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay."

At this point, the chaotic memories in her brain made her suppress, and hatred and disbelief could be postponed.

The point is that the other party really needs faith, and then it needs the strength of the human who believes in her.

The plan of God's kingdom is immutable and can only move on.

How should she face the people who have been guided on this path by herself at this time?

Joan of Arc is not the kind of person who is irresponsible.

"Very well, let's get started."

Unsurprised by her answer, Nicholas burrowed outward, a holy and soft white light radiating throughout Paris.

Her size suddenly swelled into the air, holding a world of birds and flowers with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Those who believe in me will enter heaven!"

The sound is clearly transmitted from high in the sky to Paris, even far abroad.

Every believer who provides the power of faith can hear it.

The voice of God brought tears to their eyes, and they all cried out to Amen.

"That's God?!"

Adolf got up from her seat, a look of surprise on her face, looking directly at the soft giant of light, but instead of facing the oppression of the gods, she felt a warm and comfortable feeling.

As if soaking in the warm spring water, every pore of the body releases warmth to the outside world.

"Man-made gods are different from those gods."

Gao Liujing muttered, her azure eyes were full of curiosity, she knew a little about the true god, and understood the truth that the god could not be looked at.

Man-made gods don't seem to have that.

Light shot out from her majestic body to all who offered the power of faith, and the world she held in one hand swirled.

Devout believers from all over the world poured into the world with the retracted beams.

It is worth mentioning that none of the high-ranking members of the church were selected.

Humanity that cannot provide the power of faith has no entry value.

The Holy Knights are the exception.

Nicholas needed them to manage the believers for themselves and to ensure the reproduction of humanity in a pious and sustainable manner.

1. Recruit believers from all over the world.

Nicholas tossed the world into the air and disappeared into the void.

Her body rippled, and she had no intention of continuing to stay in the human world, but wanted to return to the inner realm.

"Wait, I haven't gone to heaven yet! God, I haven't gone to heaven yet!"

The owner of the coffee shop rushed out excitedly and shouted into the air, wanting the gods to bring him to heaven.

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No one thought that they would be put on the table by Joan of Arc, and they were even more reluctant to admit this fact to the public.

I can only smash my teeth and swallow it in my stomach, hoping to invite the transcendent back to protect myself.

Takayanagi returns to the City of Dawn and hands over the Magic Eye that recorded the scene to George, "That's all that happened."

The Magic Eye is round in shape, with a magical sapphire in the center and a gold rim that looks extremely valuable.

George stared at the Magic Eye, his eyes flickering, and his mind was already sucked in by the Magic Eye.

The vibrations of the air, the waves of the Seine, the huge figure that emerged from Notre-Dame Cathedral, emitted a snow-white light.

The face is unclear.

It only makes people feel that it must be a very kind face.

Silently watching what had happened, George withdrew his mind from the Eye of Magic, and said with a hint of curiosity on his face, "Oh, is this what Joan of Arc is talking about?

It's interesting, I'm afraid that the strength will reach the level of the ninth realm."

"When you disappear, you're heading to the so-called kingdom of God......

He lowered his magic eye, touched his chin with his hand, and said, "What do you think about this?"

"God doesn't look like a newborn."

Gao Liujing said what she thought, "It may also be that Joan of Arc keeps instilling something in her that makes her so full of wisdom as soon as she opens her eyes.

According to the Hope for Change and the Paladins' statement, as soon as the Kingdom of God is released, they will be far away from the place where the Primeval could not find it."

"The Beginning...... Do you believe Joan of Arc?"

George asked rhetorically.

Gao Liujing shrugged her shoulders and said, "I can only say that it is better to be prepared than not to be prepared."

"That's right."

George bowed slightly, and turned to another topic, "Don't go out next, you have to contribute to the development of potions for promotion."

"It's finally come to this."

Gao Liujing's eyes lit up, she stayed in the FBI to work, just to get the potion and promote herself to the eighth realm.

If you can, you can attack the Ninth Realm.

It's just that judging from the current situation, it is already the limit that she can be promoted to the eighth realm for the time being, and the ninth realm needs to wait for a while.

Wait until the death of the Southern King to get the desired materials from that person's corpse.

It was a waste for the high priest to destroy the body of the king of the east.

"That's right, our wish is about to come true, no, it can't be said to be fulfilled."

George leaned back, there was no place for White Rock in his ideal future, and now, it seemed impossible to bring down that person in terms of politics and power.

That one is like a mountain, dominating this era.

"There's still a long way to go."

George let out a sigh.