Chapter 188: How Do You Know Without Trying?

The hustle and bustle of the distance is as far away as the wind for the city of Sita, which is located in the far west of the continent.

The towering Sita City is still half-hidden in the clouds, but the clouds that were pure white like cotton wool in the past have recently been dyed with some haze, without the holy brilliance of the past, and there is a faint breath of abyssal mist.

But compared to other places, it's still calm and beautiful.

The spring flowers are already in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers dispels the solemnity and danger in the air.

Today is the middle of the month, which happens to be the day of the month to go to church to pray for blessings.

When the first light from the horizon broke through the clouds, the crowds of people began to pour out from the bottom of the city.

Dressed in pure white robes, the believers lined up quietly and orderly, waiting on the side of the branch church outside their block, their faces not tired or complaining about getting up early, only satisfied smiles.

For the faithful, it is already a great blessing to be able to pray and talk with the clergy of the Holy See.

They were holding in their arms fresh flowers that had been picked before dawn, each carefully selected, with delicate petals still sparkling with dew.

All of this stems from a firm belief in faith.

Everyone in Sita City is the most committed believer, they are convinced of everything the church proclaims, and they are the most loyal supporters of the kingdom of God.

Inside the Holy See.

The pope, clad in pure white robes, watched silently below, thousands of simultaneous prayers ringing deep and shallow in his ears.

"Great Lord of Light, please bless my seriously ill wife, Elena, who is kind and generous, who has been blessed by every neighbor in the neighborhood, who has never hurt anyone, who has offered you the freshest bouquets and fruits every day...... Please don't take her so young so soon. ”

"The supreme God of Light is above...... I want to awaken the power of magic to become a powerful griffin knight, my father died in the mouth of the monster last month, I want to take over the family in his place, and I want to avenge him, cut off the head of that damn intermediate beast. ”

"Lord Light, I want ......"

"Please shelter poor us......"

The Pope has been listening to such prayers since he was young.

Of course, he didn't have the power to take all the sounds into his ears at that time, and he would just follow the other older clergy around the churches, hiding behind the prayer wall and listening quietly to their prayers.

At that time, he always tried his best to fulfill the wishes of most people.

For example, if someone prayed for the recovery of a sick family member, he would quietly follow that person and throw the precious healing scroll he had saved into the courtyard of that family after the other person returned home.

For example, if he prayed to kill the monster to avenge the child, he followed the griffin knight's team out of the city with his wand, grinding an intermediate monster to death with his ridiculously lethal light punishment, and then quietly placed the body of the monster outside the courtyard of the grieving mother.

In this regard, he did it tirelessly when he was young.

Later, he became the Pope, and his abilities became stronger day by day, and the things he had to do became more and more complicated one by one, and he seemed to be about to forget when he threw the healing scroll and killed the monster.

Not far away, a group of griffon knights returning from battle were consolidating in the clearing.

Compared to the high level of alert of the other tower cities, West Tower City seemed to be too calm.

The vast majority of the people here, even the griffin knights, were unaware of the impending catastrophe or the fact that the oracle had already been killed.

For them, the necromancers have been cleared, and everything is going in a good direction except for the recent increase in the number of abysses and the difficulty of the monsters.

When passing by the original site of the giant statue of the god of light, which had been shattered, two stunned young boys even habitually made a knightly salute to that location.

"Captain Kuchaz, the statues have been removed, what are you doing......"

"Oh, I want you to take care of it!"

Kuchaz scratched his head, glared at the team behind him in annoyance, and wanted to kick him, but retracted his foot after seeing the latter's miserable wounds.

"Okay, okay, if you are injured, you will quickly go to the priest's hall to find someone to take a closer look, it can be regarded as the kid's bad luck, but this time we met the Holy Rank Demonic Beast, and we actually consumed all the high-level healing scrolls......"

"Hehe, I'm not unlucky!" The honest knight grinned, "I'm lucky to be with you, if you hadn't taken action to lure the monster away, I'm afraid I would have confessed there." ”

"Of course, after all, I'm a reserve knight now, how can I let you guys have an accident in my hands......" The corners of Kuchaz's mouth rose proudly, but he quickly pressed it down again, pretending to be fierce: "Don't say these words, hurry up, go to treatment when you need to go!" I'm going to die, I don't care about you! ”

"I can't die, I have the healing pill sent by your best friend to hang on to my life."

"That's right, Captain Kuchaz! You shared our painkiller pill before it was so fierce, I didn't feel it when I was bitten off two pieces of meat by a demonic beast, and I can still quack and kill, can you divide me with two more? ”

"Go away, go away, this is the heirloom elixir that Yao Tan gave me, and I don't have much!" Kuchaz swung them back angrily.

"That's it, didn't you see that the captain was injured and didn't want to take those pills? Don't go too far, you guys! ”

"What? The captain is injured? ”

"Damn, you kid really don't have the eyesight to see, don't you see that the captain walks lame?"

"I really didn't see it, both of my eyes were swollen by the monster."

“…… Okay, all right, shut up, let's go to the pastor, and stop messing around. ”

Kuchaz glared at the team several times in annoyance, finally quieting them down.

Just as Kuchaz was about to take them to the priest's hall for treatment, a warm light golden beam shone down like the warmest spring sunshine over the young knights.

The feeling of being shrouded in the light was so comfortable and pleasant, Kuchaz felt that the pain in his body that he had been gritting his teeth and holding back was slowly disappearing, and the heavy right leg that had been badly injured and unable to stand seemed to be lighter again, and even the intense fatigue after several days of running and fighting was gradually dispelled.

It's like grass seeds, which have been oppressed by ice and snow for a long time, have finally waited for spring and revived their vigorous vitality.

"It's ......"

"It's [Resurrection of Light]!"

The little priest in the team was the first to recognize this iconic magic, and her face was filled with an excited smile: "This is the healing magic of the super-level magic group [Light Resurgence]!" Only a few Bishops, Lord Bishops, can unleash it! ”

"Huh? Which bishop passed by to help us heal? ”

"I don't know, I didn't see any bishops passing by......"

“……”

In the Holy See, the corner of the pure white robe had already fluttered past the corner of the pillar, and walked unhurriedly towards the depths of the Holy See.

The arched floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the church are decorated with colorful patterns, on which are painted various stories recorded in the legend of light, and the light outside the courtyard is obliquely projected, projecting these colorful stories into bizarre shadows, imprinted on the pure white wall behind them, and also falling on the pure white robe of the pope.

He moved forward slowly, and the legends of light continued to circulate in him.

The first story.

"The God of Light has saved the world, and He has brought light from the supreme kingdom of the gods to this wild and ignorant dark continent."

On the pure white robes, the god of light shrouded in light overlooked the world in the clouds, and on the wild land below there were many black shadows as small as ants, and they worshipped the man at the zenith.

Moving on, the colorful scroll on the white robe also distorted into the next one.

The second story.

"The god of light has bestowed magical power on the world, so that each race has the power to fight against nature, and this power has also made each race strong and prosperous."

The god of light was still in the clouds, and there seemed to be some glowing figures in the dark shadows like ant colonies below, some of them holding fireballs, some of them holding ice cubes, as if they were celebrating something.

Further on, it's a third story.

"The God of Light took the first Dharma God born on this continent to the Kingdom of God, so that the ordinary body can no longer be a legend to complete the United States without illness, death, disaster, and all strife through cultivation."

This time, standing in the clouds and the brilliant aura is no longer just the figure representing the god of light, but also the back of a human being, who walks to the clouds under the guidance of the divine envoy, and walks towards the magnificent gate in the distance, behind which is a large and beautiful garden country that is beyond people's imagination, and it is the kingdom of God.

The Pope continued.

Unlike the child who stopped and praised every two steps when he first came here, now he walked every step steadily, without looking at it again, and every detail of those pictures had passed through his eyes a thousand times.

The stories that could not distinguish the truth from the false, and recorded all kinds of ancient legends, flowed quietly past him like years.

It wasn't until he passed another huge floor-to-ceiling window that the Pope stopped.

It was a special window, and a figure had been painted on the window with a figure that had never been seen before...... In other words, the protagonist of every window in the past is like a god of light or a divine messenger, but this one, the protagonist is like another person.

A man with unsightly appearance, with a rare appearance of black hair and black eyes, dressed in a strange white shirt, and holding a sword in his hand.

He was killed by the oracle.

However, the legend of light also records the "evidence of the crime" of this person, he betrayed the god of light, so he was punished by the gods, and even this race became the target of the god of light.

It's just that he held the sword in his hand before he died, and those who saw the painting said that it was the most heinous and heinous sin of the apostate, and it was because he could not wake up until he died that the oracle of light finally chose to end his sinful life, which was said by the old bishops and clergy who taught them.

But when the young pope saw him for the first time, the thoughts that inexplicably flashed in his heart were inexplicably respectful.

In the face of a powerful divine envoy, he never thought of bowing his head, and he still had the courage to raise his sword to fight back, what courage this is!

It's just that he has always been the smartest one, and he has been like this since he was a child.

So he never said it, and since he was a child, he was able to perfectly repeat every word of the teachings of his teachers, and when he accused the blasphemers, he was able to perfectly display the most painful expressions.

And now, he's standing in front of the painting again.

If there are outsiders present, you will find that the sword shadow on this flower window seems to be different from the past, there is a cold and fierce aura flowing on it, it seems that in the next second, the god-killing sword cultivator in the picture will pass through, raise his sword and slash down this side.

However, only the Pope was present, and there were no outsiders.

The Pope gazed silently at the huge painting, his shadow reflected in the light of the courtyard.

When the black shadow fell on the white wall behind it, it just covered the shadow of the blasphemous, and the shadow of the sword raised high in the sword cultivator's hand was also covered by the shadow of the scepter in the Pope's hand.

The figure of the sword cultivator who stood tall against the divine envoy with a sword suddenly changed into the appearance of him holding a wand.

So, the blasphemous who fought against the divine envoys became himself.

The Pope turned around, and the moment he saw the shadow on the white wall, there was a moment of trance and panic on his face.

The next moment, however, he tightened his grip on the scepter in his hand, which he could only wield.

A slightly chilly wind lifted from the courtyard, blowing away the petals of the golden bright flowers that bloomed inside, and they swirled up and down in the courtyard, and soon returned to the ground, covering the courtyard with a □□ like a golden carpet.

Before the petals scattered, a shadow seemed to twist in the air.

The next moment, another white figure appeared in the courtyard, standing opposite the Pope on the other side through the wall-like floor-to-ceiling stained window.

It was a flawless face, and its long figure was shrouded in white robes, making it impossible to distinguish between men and women.

At the moment of his appearance, a coercion that could only belong to the gods also fell.

"Where is that man?"

On the other side of the window, the Pope, who was holding his wand, seemed to have a look of surprise and trepidation, as if he had no idea that the oracle would suddenly appear here, and performed an elegant mage salute in a little haste.

"Great messenger of the God of Light, it is a dereliction of duty of the church not to prepare for your arrival this time, and I am sorry to let you have a bad experience, so ......"

The pope's voice paused, and after the salute, he stood up straight, and said the most shameless second half of the sentence in the most polite tone, in a consultative tone—

"So why don't you go back and wait for the church to prepare the welcoming rites before coming again?"