The Eternal Church.

Contrary to what most Avalonians imagine, the Eternal Pope does not live in a glittering white palace.

White has never been the color of the Church, it is just the Avalonian imagination of order and sacredness.

And some may know a little more. They knew that the elves actually lived on a giant tree, so they imagined that the elves loved to embrace nature and live in the midst of lush forests.

But green is also not the color of the church. Green is the color of adaptation and beauty, and it is the hue that belongs to the iris people.

The only color revered by the church is red.

Blood and fire. Hearts and candles.

It was a symbol of sacrifice and dedication.

In terms of land alone, the territory of the Church may be less than one-seventh of Avalon's. However, the number of citizens living in the Church is more than one-fifth that of Avalon. Even so, the church will not feel crowded.

Because it's simple.

The church is not really a "flat" state.

A giant tree grows on the island, occupying nearly seventy percent of the island's area.

Legend has it that the giant tree voluntarily dedicated its heart so that it could accommodate small creatures; He dedicated His trunk to protect the fragile and withering lives of those who were compared to Him; He gave all of His juice so that some of them received the blood of the Immortals. And these immortals chosen by the giant tree are the elves.

He is the father of the elves and the mother of the mothers.

It was also because of this great cause that the giant tree became one of the most favored apostles of the candle.

In this sense, the Eternal Church is actually a nation built within an apostolic body.

It is precisely because of this that the elves respect the candle the most.

Even though His spirit body had long since left for the realm of dreams, His vast body that remained in the physical realm remained, always growing, and thriving. And this reddish-brown bark and trunk have also become the foundation of the Eternal Church.

The Eternal Church has built twenty-two rings around this giant tree. All buildings are strictly "grown". It is warm in winter and cool in summer, does not rot or damp, and has an inexhaustible supply of fruit for the stomach.

Even the candles that the elves usually lit came from the giant tree, which they milled into powder and used as an important raw material for the candles used in the holy crowns on the heads of the priests. So that as long as the sacred candle is lit, wherever they are, it will be as if they were at home.

Each layer of the giant tree is a giant ring city, and the environment of each layer is slightly different. Elves live for hundreds of years, and many elves never leave the Eternal Church in their lifetimes. It is because there is enough for them to live in the church.

And at this moment, the twenty-second floor of the Eternal Church.

The girl in a pure white robe slowly opened her eyes and got up from the bed.

She wears a white knee-length robe, white boots, and white silk gloves. Her hair is also pure white, and her pupils are equally silvery-white. Her whole being glittered in the candlelight, like a hallucination, like a ghost.

Without saying a word, she removed the clothes from her body. As the girl got up and walked, her white robe, gloves, and stockings fell to the ground on their own. And when she removed all her clothes, a heavy red and black robe appeared directly on her.

The robes were intricately patterned—like a deer's head, like thorns.

Immediately after, black thorns spread from the robes. Climbed up and embedded in her collarbones, neck, ears, forehead. Her back, chest, abdomen, legs, and hands were also thorny.

The thorns seemed to grow inside her, and they fit so well with her.

But even then, it couldn't have been without pain - blood was dripping as she walked. Fall to the ground, or dipped in robes.

And she turned a blind eye to it. just walked calmly to her pure white jade holy seat.

As she sat down on the Holy Seat, the black thorns began to spread in all directions. When they climbed to the Holy Seat, they finally fell silent.

Her will has finally been synchronized with that of the entire church.

She stared ahead, but it seemed as if through the void.

"What do you think of Ehuas, Matilda?"

She said.

At this time, the blue-haired female elf on the thirteenth floor also removed the disguise on her body and casually responded: "I think...... That's pretty good in terms of human beings. But that's it...... But it may also be because we know less and see less. Since Si Zhu is satisfied with him enough, then we will carry out the order. ”

"It's not just candles. Wei Zhe was also in my body before, and Heng also came to visit. Even Amber glanced at me with my eyes...... However, the crown lord did not come, which surprised me a little. ”

“…… Amber? Why did He come to the old man's house? ”

Matilda, a female elf with the pseudonym Jacaranda, paused slightly: "Does Mr. Eivas still have the adaptability of the Dusk Path?" ”

She was visibly surprised that the Pillar God of the Dusk Path was interested in a mortal.

Amber hadn't touched it in a long time—the only things that caught his attention now were the people who studied the art of immortality and the transcendents who had extended their lives by all sorts of means.

"It seems that he has used some kind of divine technology to help people live longer. Without violating the principles of sand timepiece, breaking the fate of death. Amber was very curious and came over to take a look. If nothing else, it may have something to do with Tenji. Generally speaking, it is only related to the Celestial Division that the pillar gods will be so concerned.

"I guess he might be a descendant of a celestial priest, or even a reincarnation."

"Do you know which Celestial Priest it is?"

"I guess it's Butterfly Tensi, after all, Butterfly Celestial is good at death and rebirth. I noticed that he was wielding a fire butterfly, an unknown illusion with a very high personality, and it was most likely a descendant or clone of the Butterfly Tensi. ”

“…… What a resilient young man. In that case, why don't I teach him the higher divine arts myself? ”

Matilda rubbed her face, and changed from a middle-aged human woman to a young elf in her twenties and thirties: "Also, Mr. Oswald is back. Do you have time to meet him? ”

"Nope. Let my knights get some rest, I'm running out of time. ”

The elven girl refused, "There is still ...... Let's let Grey go to teach Evas magic. ”

The Eternal Pope whispered, "I have a hunch that he might be able to solve Grey's problems. ”

"Your divine will, Your Majesty. But I'll have to talk to Lord Grey first...... After all, you're impersonating her. ”

"Then you go, Matilda...... Repeat everything that happened in the dream to Grey so that she doesn't show her stuff...... Play the role of 'pure white' well. Just in case, mention it to Topaz again...... I'm not going to look for him......"

The Pope said, his voice growing softer and more sleepy: "I'm a little tired, Matilda...... I'm going to sleep again. ”

"Good night, Your Majesty."

Matilda's voice was soft: "When you wake up, call me at any time." ”

"Hmmm......"

She whispered, "Wake me up next March if I haven't woken up yet......"

Before he could finish speaking, the girl-looking Eternal Pope's head tilted slightly, and he lost consciousness and fell backwards to the Holy Seat and fell into a deep sleep.

Her blood was sucked slowly but surely by the thorns of sin above the Holy See.

The world's strongest man, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, was still gradually changing—he was continuing to retrograde towards the age of thirteen or fourteen.

(End of chapter)