When Miko plucked the first strings of the harp, the boiling crowd fell silent. As a result, Qingyue's beautiful lyrics continued to flow down from a high place.

"…… In the extreme north of the snow-capped mountains, under the dark abyss, there are ugly demons and evil demon kings;

"The flame nurtures it, forges the cavity of greed, cruelty, ruthlessness, and cunning, and turns it into fangs, scales, and claws, which are the blood of sin and iniquity, and the people of evil;

"The Mother of God sealed it up on the borders of Gassel until the demon was reborn and the flames of war burned through the walls;

"Bringing the shadow of death, endless sorrow, the people's longing for salvation, the cry is heartbreaking......"

The fingers of the plucked strings are slender and white, more like a craft than the snow silver leaf harp. It was a young man's hand, but it played a natural sound that made many gray-haired musicians ashamed of themselves.

So, people couldn't help but sing along.

"Inheriting the will of the Mother Goddess, the Son of God drew his longbow and shot the evil demon king on the frozen cliff;

"Ah, my all-knowing and all-powerful Divine Mother, my bright golden sun!. …"

Among them, there are devout barefoot believers, old men in turbans, merchants in silk and satin, beggars, sick people, girls and boys holding hands, and babbling babies held in the arms of their parents.

They all gathered in the square, the closest place to the tower of the temple of Brett.

It was the early autumn of the year 891 of the Great Glory Calendar, and the people had been mad all night here before Miko-sama walked up to the tower with a harp in his arms.

In the center of the square, at the bottom, stands a bronze statue.

It was carved in the form of a demon, with protruding eyes and a protruding tongue, a hideous face, a head with horns, claws raised in the air, and a large iron ring piercing the scaly tail behind it, symbolizing its eternal seal of sin, which is said to be the appearance of the demon king born in the abyss.

Last night, countless people gathered in the square, they praised the Divine Mother, spat on the sin, and smashed stones on the body of the "Demon King". This is the "Cleansing Ceremony" that is customary every year at the Temple of Brett. It is said that whoever hits the devil will reap good luck next year.

People are passionate about it. So much so that at this time of year, the temple had to send knights to maintain order and avoid the emotional crowd from toppling the demon bronze statue and affecting the subsequent rituals.

But this year's ceremony has also come to an end. Because of the Son of God, Ranmuir. Brett has appeared.

The boy had snow-like skin. His eyelashes are long and curly, and the bridge of his nose is delicate and straight

His dark golden hair was as soft as a fledgling's feathers, and he was adorned with a wreath of lilies, roses, and olive branches, a beauty that would thrill the angels.

Dressed in pure white robes, he sat barefoot at the top of the tower, above all the mad crowd, his serene demeanor at odds with everything below.

The unmarried maiden clasped her palms together, looked up with reverent and loving eyes, and murmured, "Ah, Miko-sama......"

The old man had tears in his eyes and trembled his white beard: "Lord Ranmuir, our Son of God!"

So, in a small corner of the crowd looking up at the Son of God, some emotional voices sounded: "I remember, Lord Lanmuir is fifteen this year. "In three years, I will ascend the throne as His Majesty the Holy Monarch."

"yes, yes, time flies. I remember the year Miko was born. The son of God from the royal family is unheard of

"Now, as the Prophet and Elder have said, Lord Lanmuir is indeed the most beloved child of the Mother of God."

These whispers were quickly interrupted by a strong man in front.

"Be quiet, the one in the back," the man turned back angrily, "Don't interfere with us listening to Miko-sama's holy voice!"

It didn't take long for Ranmuir to finish playing and put the last syllable beautifully. A young knight in armor stepped forward, knelt down on one knee behind the Son of God, and respectfully presented a gold plate.

"Miko-sama, please shoot an arrow."

There was a longbow and three small arrows across the plate.

Lanmuir raised his eyes, revealing a pair of lilac eyes. He put the harp beside him, took the longbow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, and nodded at the knight and chuckled: "Thank you."

So, the knight retreated with the gold plate in his hand, and his face was full of pride.

- The ritual of purifying evil ends with the god playing a song and shooting the bronze statue of the demon with a bow shot within three arrows.

A second arrow, let alone a third, had never been used since Ranmuir presided over the ceremony.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the blonde boy slowly pulled the bow, and in the sunlight, his arm was white and powerful.

"I do the will of the Mother of God to drive away the sins under the sun."

Ranmuir didn't take the bow very seriously, it was too simple for him. After the usual words, the arrow, carrying mana, turned into a meteor and swept through the air, piercing straight into the heart of the demonic bronze statue.

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The golden light of the mana spread in a matter of seconds, causing the ugly bronze statue to crack rapidly, shattering into countless pieces with a "bang".

Wow-

Suddenly, the crowd cheered like boiling waves, countless arms waved, and the brilliant sunlight fell on the heads of those who were scrambled. They genuinely call out the name of the Mother of God, the name of the Son of God, and then close their eyes, clasp their palms together and murmur prayers.

There is no one in the land where the sun shines that does not believe in the Mother of Light. There is no one who believes in the Mother of Light who does not love Ranmuir, the son of God.

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No one knew that on the way back to the temple in a carriage from the tower, Miko-sama was quietly repenting.

This year's evil purification ceremony, he is not as focused as in previous years, this should not be. Inside the carriage, Lanmuir tapped his chest weakly, biting his lower lip and silently reciting the name of the Mother of God.

The Mother of God should have forgiven him, the young Son of God thought to himself, and he was not slack or ungodly—

It's just that when he learned the news that the real demon king was born in the abyss, the ceremony of "

The Bronze Demon King is so irrelevant.

The carriage was escorted back to the temple by the knights, flanked by the people who came to see the Son of God with flowers in their hands, some of whom asked for him.

Ranmuir had something on his mind, and he actually wanted to return to the temple as soon as possible. But he still stopped the carriage every time he was called. Along the way, he gave alms to a dozen poor people, healed three sick people with a circle of light, and comforted seven lost people with hadith mantras...... This happens every year.

In the end, Ranmuir even dissuaded a violent incident.

At that time, two young men were chasing and beating an elderly woman. They chased her out of the city, grabbed the old man's cloak at the corner of the street, and pressed her to the ground to kick and beat her.

The young knight of Miko noticed it sharply, and immediately shouted. Lanmuir was also alarmed, and opened the curtain of the carriage to get down.

Knight Gilbert hurriedly stopped: Lord Mizuko, don't be filthy!

Lanmuir frowned, and said, "Bring them to me."

Gilbert immediately went for it. Soon, the old woman was helped over, her gray hair was covered with stains, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken. At first glance, it's the kind of weird guy who is withdrawn and gloomy.

Lan Muir said coldly: Why do you hit people?

The two young men who had committed the crime buried their heads like quails - repenting that their violence and vulgarity had disturbed Miko-sama. But they also felt that there should be a deeper sin in the old thing in front of them, so

Neck Twist Explains:

"Miko-sama! Not only did this old thing not participate in the sacred ritual of purifying evil, but he also never prayed to the Mother of God, because he must have a ghost in his heart. "Yes, yes, she must have been bewitched by demons and possessed by filth!

Ranmuir muttered, "Mother God teaches us to love one another. It is said in the Hadith: All people in the world have a blood that is connected ”

Youth: "But she won't throw a stone at the bronze statue of the Demon King—"

Lanmuir: "As you know, the Demon King in the Purification Ceremony is just a bronze statue. Do you want to hurt your real people for the sake of a fictitious demon?

As for whether to pray or not, it is not a sign that defines good and evil, and there can be no pious good people among the mutes who cannot speak out? The guilty shall be judged by the guilty, and the innocent shall not be speculated, and you shall apologize to this old man.

The young men were stunned and looked at each other. Lanmuir patiently persuaded him a few more words, until a look of shame appeared on their faces.

One said, "Oh my God, Miko-sama, it turned out that it was I who was bewitched by the devil......"

The other said, "Son of God, please forgive our foolishness and cleanse us from our heartless sins!"

Lanmuir snuggled his heart:

It is said in the Hadith: "No one who lives in the world does not bear iniquity." Those who are awake, those who know their mistakes, those who repent and make amends, will be guided by the light. May the Divine Mother forgive you.

The two young men honestly apologized to the old woman, took out two or three copper coins from their pockets, and reluctantly put them into the old man's dirty hands. The old woman stared at them with a strange gaze, and then at Lan Muir. Without thanking or praising the Son of God, he pummered the copper plate and walked away.

This old woman......

Gilbert's face was a little ugly, this is the royal capital, or near the Brett Temple, it is rare to meet such a guy who does not know how to be polite. But Lanmuir did not mind, and when he saw that the old woman was in tatters, he was a little worried, and whispered to the knight to take care of it in the future.

After that, there were no twists and turns, and the carriage returned to the temple at noon.

When Lanmuir got out of the car, four or five girls wearing white dresses and white flowers passed by and said happily: "Miko-sama has returned from the ceremony.

They were holy women who served in the temple, and they all danced like elves. One of the older said, "Son of God, the Prophet and Elder are waiting for you in the chapel."

Lanmuir nodded politely: "Got it."

Miko walked down the cloister of the vaulted ceiling, stepping barefoot on the warmed carpet, and every place under his feet was free of defilement.

Outside the chapel hall, Ranmuir asked Gilbert to wait at the door, and pushed the door himself in—

Under the red, blue, green, and purple glass windows, the prophet and elder were waiting there.

The old man was dressed in a robe with a golden sunburst pattern, and he walked up to Lanmuir with a gentle smile: "Lord Mizuko, the evil purification ritual has been hard.

Everything is the same as in previous years, not hard.

But rituals can only soothe the hearts of believers, but they cannot kill the true embodiment of evil. That's what I'm here for.

The old man looked deeply at the blonde boy in front of him: Are you afraid, my child?

Lan Muir shook his head and said in a low voice, "Elder, you once said that I am the most powerful divine son in the history of the kingdom." "And the Demon King was born before my eyes. I always wondered, is this a destiny given to me by the Mother of God? I am...... Was it born for this?

The elder sighed and placed his palm on the top of Ranmuir's hair: "My proud child, you can think like this, even the Mother of God must be glad for you.

Lanmuir hummed softly.

So, Son of God—

The old man closed his eyes and retracted his kindness, his face became serious, and the ice light in his eyes shot straight through.

Are you ready?

Lanmuir muttered, "Yes, I'm ready. Please give me the bow of light, and I will do the will of the Mother of God to truly drive away the sins of the sun.

That year, the son of the gods, Lan Muir, was just fifteen, the same age as the demon king Duyao.

He is beautiful, pure, and spotless; Loved by all and loved by all deeply; Believe in the gods, believe in fate, believe in all things that are beautiful under the sun.

Therefore, when he laughed, there was no lingering melancholy in his eyes for the next fourteen years. At the end of his eyes, there are no teardrop-like scales.