"This is a feathered arrow made by Mijin, Miko."

"You only get one chance. Just shoot it into the heart of a demon, and a bloody plague will be avoided. "

Moments later, Ranmuir stood in the middle of the temple's sanctuary. He calmly accepted the golden feathered arrow from the Prophet Elder himself. The longbow that exuded a bright aura had already been held in the hand of the young god.

This is the highest point of the Brett Temple, the closest place to the sun, which symbolizes the Mother of God. In addition to the Prophet Elders, there were four serving elders standing next to them, all wearing white robes embroidered with sun totems.

The Demon King's breath is a terrifying power, enough to tear apart Gassel's barrier. However, due to the purity of its breath, it is also the only power that human mages can lock on to outside of the barrier.

"We will use all our mana and seek the protection of the Mother of God to open the space circle for you that can lock the Demon King."

One of the Ministerial Elders said, "But due to the interference of the spatial laws of the Gassel Barrier, your time is only five seconds, and the space can only accommodate one arrow to pass through...... Miko-sama, please do everything. "

"I understand, Elder." Lanmuir said.

He looked down at the longbow in his hand, it was heavy, but Miko was used to carrying the weight of the fate of the entire kingdom alone. Ranmuel whispered two words of the hadith and placed the golden feather arrow on the string.

The next moment, the five elders chanted loudly at the same time, and the light of the magic circle spread out layer after layer. The energy caused the wind to surge out of nowhere, blowing Ranmuir's white robe and blonde hair around.

The scene in front of me is distorted under the laws of space. The young Miko narrowed his eyes—

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"…… I missed. "

Lanmuir lowered his longbow, and the huge mana consumption made him gasp softly, and his expression was a little dazed. The five elders changed color in shock, and their faces collapsed and pale after exhausting their mana, as if the sky had fallen. The young Son of God is the calmest.

"Its breath is too powerful," Ranmuir looked down at his palm, "The golden feather arrow only broke its right corner, and then it lost control, and I couldn't even summon the arrow back...... I'm sorry. "

Although he said that he had missed, Lanmuir knew in his heart that it was not "carelessness" or "bad luck", but the simplest reality

His strength is indeed enough to kill the Demon King with one arrow, even with the blessing of the Divine Bow of Light.

The elders finally came to their senses,

Hurriedly said, "Lord Mizu, don't worry, we still have a way." "What's more, you shot the Demon King's corner, which is enough feat!"

"The wind of the abyss is a vassal of the devil, a feather arrow shoots from high in the sky to the earth, it is already difficult to hit the sky, our god son can even hit the demon king hard!"

"That's right, the demon clan relies on the corner to control the demon breath, and the demon king loses half of the right corner, so don't be afraid......"

The elders were gossiping, and none of them were willing to blame Ranmuir—yes, what a wonderful and pitiful child the Son of God was, and who could bear to make the Son of God sad?

Let's just say that this Bright Divine Bow can only exert its greatest effect if it is cultivated to the extreme pure mana. And Lan Muir, who was only fifteen years old, was far more pure than their hundred-year-old elders.

In the final analysis, what the Son of God did not do, it would not have been possible for them to do it in the hands of their old officials.

In the blink of an eye, the bow in Lanmuir's hand was removed. The elders pushed the boy on his back and told him to go back and rest.

But Ranmuir was still a little confused, and the matter of deciding the safety of the world ended in such a moment of drawing his bow and arrow, which made him feel very unreal.

He was pushed two steps forward, and suddenly looked at the prophet who had raised him, and said, "Elder Prophet." ”

"The Demon King," Ranmuir hesitated, "like a child."

There was a strange silence in the church.

The five elders looked at the Son of God in unison.

"…… Oh," said the Prophet Elder with a smile on his kind face, "the Son of God must have misunderstood. You look down from the sky and see that the giant is also like a child. Demons are much taller than humans. "

Lan Muir shook his head, and thought blankly: But compared to the other adult demons around him, he was clearly a teenager.

He asked, "I didn't kill the Demon King, so what should I do next?"

The Prophet Elder said, "Rest assured that the temple will make other arrangements, and that the embodiment of evil is doomed to perish under the light—this is the promise made by the Mother of Light to her godly people."

So, Lanmuir walked out in a daze.

As he walked down the sanctuary and back outside the chapel, Gilbert the knight was still waiting. The warm breeze of early autumn drooped a few reddened leaves, and the saints in white dresses had just picked a basket full of flowers from the back garden, and said with a smile that they would make flower tea for Miko-sama.

It's business as usual

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This "business as usual" went on for a while.

The Brett Temple released news that a few days ago, although a new demon king was born in the abyss, it was broken by an arrow from the god son who was protected by light

Corner, dying.

The people of the kingdom are going mad. All of them are sincerely proud of their little gods.

But Ranmuir was always saddened, and he thought that it was his fault for failing to get rid of the Demon King, but the temple trumpeted his exploits, as if he wanted to directly identify him as having killed the Demon King.

Even his parents, the then Holy Monarch and the Holy Queen, when they visited him, brought him beautiful and valuable gifts and congratulated him with a smile on their faces.

The younger brother Aiden's eyes also lit up, and the little prince, who had already admired his brother, couldn't wait to pick it up on Lan Muir, one bite at a time: "Brother is so powerful!

Lanmuir shook his head quietly. If you talk about it, the emotional fluctuations of the Divine Son are always too flat, and the joys, angers, sorrows and joys are faint, and it is really not like a teenager of this age, and sometimes he even seems indifferent.

But Aiden had long been accustomed to his brother's appearance. The little prince didn't care at all, and still shouted with a smile: "Brother, brother, what does the demon king look like, is it really like a bronze statue?"

…… No.

Lanmuir was stunned: "And the bronze statue...... Very different. ”

Aiden snorted, shook his flaxen hair, and puffed up his small chest: No matter what kind of demon king it is, he will be killed by his brother anyway!

A few days later, when it was time for the harvest to be fruitful, Gilbert, the knight of Lanmuir, came to bid him farewell.

Only then did Ranmuir know that the temple was going to send knights into the abyss to defeat the Demon King. Take advantage of the fact that the Demon King has just been hit hard, and completely eliminate this bane.

He was very surprised, first of all, he didn't know that the original enchantment could also be opened from the human world, and the next thought was: such a crusade must be full of danger, why didn't the elder let him go?

"Jill! Lanmuir got up suddenly, it was I who missed and failed to shoot the Demon King. The responsibility is mine, and you should not go to the abyss. ”

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh: "Oh my God, my Son of God! I am a knight of the temple, and it is an honor to die for it. Could it be that in the eyes of the Son of God, Jill is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

But Ranmuir said, "These are two different things.

On the same day, Ranmuir went to the elders of the temple and offered to go to the abyss by himself, but was unsurprisingly refused.

My knight can go, but why can't I, who is stronger than him?

The Prophet Elder was helpless, "Lord Mizuko, the abyss is a place where demons are entrenched, and it is extremely filthy. You are the child of the Mother of God and the eldest prince of His Majesty—

Lanmuir said in a cold voice: "The Hadith says: All men are created equal. Moreover, I am more responsible for the protection of my Kingdom by acting on the will of the Mother of God.

Elder: Your very existence is a power to this kingdom.

Rammuir: Do people worship me, love me, and give me food and clothing, just to worship an immovable idol?

The Prophet choked violently. The four worship elders standing behind him also looked at each other, faintly revealing a headache.

Lenmuir, the son of God, is gentle, firm, and powerful, almost flawless. If there's a downside, it's that he's sometimes too gentle, too firm, and too strong.

- As a result, when Lanmuir began to drill the horns, most of the elders could not resist him, and there was nothing they could do with him.

This is the best example. The elders of the temple tried their best, they invited the Holy Monarch and the Holy Empress, invited the little prince Aiden, and Gilbert tried to persuade them, but all of them had no effect.

Lanmuir gently responded to everyone who tried to persuade him not to take risks, and then showed his unwavering will.

Because he was worried that the elders would cut first and then play, he even set off to the enchantment cliff while he didn't know how to send others down the abyss, and he sat quietly outside the Gaso enchantment and guarded it, with a posture of "see who consumes whom".

After a few days, the four worship elders began to give in.

"Otherwise, let Miko-sama go?" They said, "The power of the Son of God is so powerful, if you want to assassinate the Demon King, it is indeed more suitable than that group of knights......

Only the Prophet Elder shook his head with a calm face: No.

The old man's eyes were deep with white hair, and he said in a dumb voice: "The Son of Lanmuir is too kind-hearted, let the Son of God see the true appearance of the Demon Clan, and the consequences are unpredictable. ”

The worship elders shook their heads and laughed.

One of them said, "Prophet, don't worry too much."

"It's not that we're unaware of your concerns." The other old man echoed, shaking his white eyebrows, But hundreds of years have passed, and the demons are no longer human!

They are wicked and greedy,

Lewd. It's chaotic and bloody, Miko-sama has been pure since childhood, and when he sees the true face of the abyss, he will only hate this kind of life even more.

Moreover, Prophet Elder, do you have a better way? The more you hide it, the more it makes the Son of God suspicious.

Alright, alright. In the end, they made up their minds, That's it, tomorrow we will send Miko into the abyss, and we can go back to the temple to rest for a while...... Alas, the Barrier Cliff, this place is so desolate!