Now there is no doubt that the entire secluded church has changed from a "church that cares for the power of seclusion" to a "church that follows the secluded faith".

Not only the clergy, bishops, and archbishops inside the church, but also the believers, missionaries, and handymen outside the church who were not qualified to enter the interior to pray, are all secluded believers.

So even though the sudden outbreak of a great war just now almost killed most of the clergy, Klimt still did not dare to let down his guard.

He began to reassemble his manpower to defend against possible intruders outside the cathedral.

Death is a commonplace and commonplace thing in this world, so whether it is the maggots or those warriors who survived, there is nothing to worry about.

Especially when the [Salary King] and [Secluded Sage] on the opposite side have already left, there is no psychological pressure.

"Even if you meet those secluded believers in the church who have not been taken away, don't do it for the time being."

Klimt looked tired and explained to everyone.

"We're losing a lot of money now, and we'll wait for everyone to recover a bit, and then we'll clean up those differences."

In the mouth of the only remaining archbishop in the secluded church, the word 'heresy' is only half uttered.

Immediately after that, it was interrupted by a warm golden light.

His pale beard had already been stained with a lot of blood from the fierce battle, but now he didn't notice it, just stared blankly in the direction from which the vast warm golden light came.

Rosaria's bedroom.

"Huh!?"

A series of exclamations came from the mouths of maggots and warriors.

At the same time, they felt the rapid recovery of their bodies.

The golden light not only warms people in the feeling, but also brings vitality to the body.

There is no doubt that this should be some kind of restorative miracle.

But such a large-scale, high-efficiency restorative [miracle]. Not to mention that they have seen it, they have not even heard of it!

Among the many people of amazement and disbelief, there was only one thin knight with hideous spikes all over his armor - [Needle Knight Kirk].

The cloudy eyes in the helmet's observation slit seemed to struggle to recall something, and then he silently knelt down on one knee toward Rosaria's bedchamber in respect.

——

Just now, Lanne, who was unconscious, was carried into Rosaria's bedroom.

The tall and fat winged knights, dressed in their exclusive armor, carefully held the body of the witch and walked towards the goddess who was sitting on the bed in the deepest part of the room.

Klimt was outside arranging defenses and guards, and Leonard, the goddess knight, followed suit.

The goddess made a will, and this has not happened in a long time.

Ever since the goddess had her tongue pulled out, she refused to communicate with anyone else as if her heart was dead.

Body language, written words. Totally refused.

Although after becoming a winged knight, he will be able to have a limited psychic conversation with the goddess.

However, out of a certain inferiority, Leonard refused to let his mind connect with the goddess, and did not even do the rebirth ritual.

He sees himself only as a lowly guardian of Rosaria.

So now, he can only know from the mouth of the winged knight what the goddess's will is.

The heavy and intricate armor of the Winged Knights makes a 'clang' sound as they walk, which is very clear in the quiet of the goddess's bedchamber.

In addition to the sound of metal clashing, there was also the sound of 'clattering' hooves slamming on the ground from the outside.

A horse that was covered with a wide, draped silk rune cloth, but still had a noble figure.

And the petite kitten with armor on the horse's broad back.

This wonderful combination was about to rush in through the crack in the door of the dormitory.

Although the horse is noble and Lingran, this is the abode of the goddess after all, and the so-called horse is just a beast or something.

As a goddess knight, Leonard subconsciously blocked the door, ready to reach out and drink.

"Wait, stop."

The unicorn did stop its hooves when the flannel ball on its back pulled its mane, but it was just an unhappy 'snort'.

The flannel ball jumped off the unicorn's back and looked up at Leonard seriously, although the kitten's face was quite cute when it was serious.

"What are you going to do with Lanen!"

But if you add it, the furry claws have already pulled out a centimeter of the blade of the Thundercat Sword in the scabbard behind the back.

The faint 'crackling' blue arc still made Sanhua Kitten's face a little more solemn.

"He saved you just now!"

Leonard looked a little surprised in the face of the flannel ball's unceremonious questioning, after all, he still remembered what the kitten looked like when it first appeared.

That kind of frightened by the darkness.

But now, he dared to stand here and draw his sword and question.

Underestimated it before.

Leonard thought to himself. But what should be said in the mouth still has to be said.

"He is now wounded, and we have sent him in according to the will of the Goddess. But you are not in your will."

Before the word 'inside' could be finished, the footsteps of the winged knights sounded behind Leonard.

"And the goddess said: Let them in."

The palm of the wide-armoured glove patted Leonard's shoulder.

The winged knight's voice was urned in the helmet.

"They are all good Samaritans who have helped us, and there is nothing that cannot be seen."

Leonard looked sideways and looked back, eventually turning sideways as well, out of the way.

"Take care of this horse, don't in there."

No matter how noble a horse is, when it poops, it doesn't matter the occasion. This is Leonard's perception.

The goddess knight reminded the flannel ball out of consideration for reducing his workload.

After all, if the goddess's bedroom is really dirty, he has to clean it.

But when the unicorn passed by him, it still made a slight 'snort', and a small arc of electricity exploded on Leonard's body.

Let him.

But seeing that the flannel ball and the unicorn had already walked in front of the goddess, he gritted his teeth but didn't say anything more.

The flannel ball carefully squeezed between the short legs of the winged knights, and the unicorn leaned its long neck into it.

Finally, they saw what Lan En was like now.

The witcher was placed on the goddess's bed by the Winged Knights.

The head rests on the lap on which the goddess slumped.

His eyelids were oozing a thick black liquid, and there seemed to be something drilling under the closed eyelids.

The Kirin worriedly rubbed the red cloth that covered the floor with his hooves, and the flannel ball rested the chin of his little head against the edge of the bed.

From the angle of the flannel ball, you can just get a glimpse of Rosaria's entire face under the black veil.

It was indeed a beautiful, gentle face, as Leonard claimed.

At this time, the goddess's eyes looked at the unconscious witcher, and some feelings flashed that I couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia or something else.

Eventually, her hands were clasped together in front of her chest.

This is also a very common stance when activating [Miracle].

[Miracle] is a spell that is launched to tell the story of the gods and the age of the gods with sincere faith.

Under this faith-based casting requirement, the caster will naturally make a gesture of prayer.

And Rosaria's [miracle] is very different from the ordinary priesthood.

Maybe it's because of her goddess lineage and identity, maybe it's because this [miracle] is too old and powerful.

In short, before the [Miracle] was fully released, the golden light of the 'Preparation Period' was already grand!

And when the last prayer was finished, a circle of warm golden light burst out from Rosaria's hand, like the sunshine that moistened all things.

And the center of that light was pressed by the goddess on Lan En's forehead.

The black, viscous liquid that had been sticking out from under his eyelids, as if going back in time, retreated back under Lan's nose, and was completely calm as if nothing had happened.

And those circles of light that spread out, even if it were just aftermath, completely healed the maggots and warriors who were still alive outside the dormitory.

Including those maggots and warriors who ran to the other end of the hall on the first floor to mend the enemy and make sure there were no hidden dangers.

In terms of the area of action, this is almost half of the main building of the magnificent and secluded church!

"Wow~ That's amazing!"

The flannel ball was genuinely emotional.

It and the Kirin watched the vision on Lan En's face disappear, and their mood relaxed a lot.

Lan En himself, on the other hand, was in a sense of wonder.

After he glimpsed the essence of Eldridge with his [Spiritual Vision], he seemed to have somehow understood a lot of the power and knowledge of the 'Shadow'.

But this is not a good thing, after he knows this knowledge, it seems that this knowledge has also 'discovered' him.

'Humanity' and 'soul', 'the human soul is darkness'.

Darkness swept through his mind, and the inside of his body was like many insects crawling out of the darkness, gnawing on his inside.

A moment of non-stop, a sigh of soot.

But fortunately, he is not native to this world.

His soul is obviously conceptually different from the human soul of this world.

His humanity is also not the same as the humanity here.

Therefore, these knowledge from the dark world have only brought him pain, but they have not produced brainwashing, cognitive biases, or even physical mutations.

And then, in the midst of this pain, a warm golden light fell and dispelled the darkness.

Originally, Rann thought that it was Arondette who unleashed the power of the Lady of the Lake.

After all, the key characteristics of warmth and golden light are right.

But after feeling it carefully, Lan En was keenly aware of the difference.

After all, he also used his [Spiritual Vision] to catch a glimpse of the essence of the Lady in the Lake, which was a large lake that shimmered with golden light in the depths of the world.

The light was also more like a sparkling wave.

And these rays are more like . Warm sunshine.

"Suck ~"

The witcher snapped open his eyes and gasped for breath.

The golden light dispelled the dark knowledge that was chasing him, and the physical impact and damage had already been healed by the golden light, and of course he would wake up soon.

But Ryan blinked when he woke up.

His head shifted from side to side.

After all, his vision is really a bit strange.

Two 'round mountains' blocked his right half of his vision, and even most of his left side.

Only the view of the extreme edge of the left half can obliquely see the roof.

(End of chapter)