This time, Lanmuir was genuinely angry.

He endured it for seven years and didn't do it, because he knew that the temple had a deep accumulation and it was difficult to completely uproot it for a while. However, deception and stealing fame are still tolerable, and deceiving the upper and lower levels to delay the fighter plane has completely touched the bottom line of the Holy Monarch.

Before heading to the front, Lanmuir ordered the guards to detain the Prophet Elders of the Temple of Light and take them to prison pending accountability.

Unexpectedly, Prince Aiden, who was leading the horse for the Holy Monarch, turned pale and said hatefully: "...... Brother! I only learned today that the prophet and elder, who usually pretended to be high-minded, could be so unrighteous and shameless! He-"

When Lanmuir heard this, his heart fell.

Sure enough, according to Aiden, when the royal guards surrounded the temple, the Prophet Elder did not panic in the slightest and began his good show. First, he quickly pushed the blame to the guards on the enchantment cliff, to those who had died without proof; He also made a face of self-responsibility and pain, and knelt in front of the temple to recite the confession.

Countless believers were incited to stop in front of the guards to prevent them from taking the Prophet with them, and even threatened to cause bloodshed.

And according to the rules of the kingdom since ancient times, to become a royal knight, you must believe in the Mother of God. Although the Holy Monarch abolished this rule two years ago on the grounds of the "Doctrine of Equality" in the Hadith, it is undeniable that the majority of the Royal Guard today are still devout followers of the Light.

Seeing the old man so sad and self-blaming, the people were still in tears and snot, and even the guards who were ordered to arrest people were shaken.

In the end, he was still not imprisoned, and the Prophet offered to put himself under "house arrest" in the temple for the time being, waiting for His Majesty the Holy Monarch to return before making a decision.

Speaking of this, Aiden couldn't help but take a sip and scolded angrily: "Old immortal! What is the house arrest for the time being, the prophet has been living in the temple for eight hundred years, and he can't take a step out of eight hundred years, and he is still under house arrest!?"

Lanmuir closed his eyes and shook his head.

He knew it was a difficult move. If this had not been the case, his order would not have been to be "imprisoned"—for the sins of the prophets and elders, it would not be an exaggeration to be punished on the spot.

Unfortunately, the result of the trial was even more pessimistic than he expected.

Soon, in the twilight, Ranmuir saw the people he had sworn to protect. Countless people of the royal capital knelt in front of the temple, their faces full of anxiety, and they were shouting in a sad voice:

"…… Your Majesty! Mother God, you must not be deceived by the villain and wronged the great prophet and elder!"

Aiden couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward and shouted angrily, "Do you know that the temple has been responsible for guarding the Barrier Cliff since ancient times! This time, the demons attacked the world, and the royal city was in danger, if it wasn't for the temple

Dereliction of duty—"

Unexpectedly, those believers did not even see a trace of shame or hesitation on their faces, but instead said loudly:

"Didn't you say that the Prophet had been deceived, and he thought that someone had already reported it to His Majesty!"

"So many Golden Sun Knights, as well as the four worship elders, all died heroically on the Barrier Cliff, can Your Majesty still bear to cure the sins of the prophet?

"Yes, yes, this is disrespectful to the Mother of God, and it will be doomed!" Aiden was so angry that he said, "You ......"

Lanmuir sighed softly and pressed his brother who wanted to scold.

People's hearts are easy to change, but they are also difficult to change. Once you have identified who is a good person, no matter how many charges are listed, you can come up with a reason to defend it; And once it is determined who is the wicked, no matter how much you defend it, you can only get wronged and wronged under prejudice.

The Holy Monarch didn't blame these brainwashed people, he just felt a kind of grasshopper shaking the tree again.

In the depths of the Brett Temple, Ranmuir met the Prophet Elders.

The status quo of being under "house arrest" did not damage the old man in the white robe at all, but made him even more arrogant.

"I am a holy prophet!" The old man stretched out his arms and said with a smile, "To cure the sin of the prophet is to deny the temple and shake the very foundation of this country!" The demon army is overwhelmed, does Your Majesty want to provoke civil strife at this time?"

"Lanmuir, the good boy I raised single-handedly, don't be stupid again...... Release me now, clear the temple's innocence, and beg for the protection of the Mother of the Gods—this is the only way you can protect your people under the demon army!"

Lanmuir slowly pressed his eyes: "Is that all you want to say to me?"

"Ranmuir, you are only twenty-two years old, and your struggle has only been seven years...... But do you know how long the Light Faith has been rooted in this land!?"

"Two hundred years? More than! 300 years ...... More than that!"

"The belief of the Divine Mother of Light can be traced back to four hundred years ago, and you want to rely on your seven years to fight against the four hundred years of countless believers, wishful thinking!!"

The fanatical voice of the Prophet Elder echoed through the empty prayer hall, and every stained glass witnessed the hypocrisy of this human face. Lan Muir couldn't help but sneer, turned and left. The old mad voice came after him from behind:

"You will come back to me, how you gave in seven years ago, and how you are destined to give in seven years! Lanmuir, you will come back and beg me!! ……"

br /> night gradually swallows up the voice of the prophet.

The moon had risen, round and clear. Lanmuir walked through the hallways of the temple, his own footsteps as the only clear sound. At this moment, how many demons are looking up at this round of the moon?

The Saint's footsteps slowed and finally stopped. He looked up at the moonlight and thought: Is there really no way? He was not worried about winning or losing the war.

The siege of the royal city was a foregone conclusion, but the Holy Monarch had already issued a warrant to the cities and deployed a large number of reinforcements. After all, there is a huge difference in numbers between the demons and the human race, as long as the several major legions stationed outside arrive, the demon king will definitely not touch it.

Survive these few days, and the turnaround will inevitably come. What needs to be considered is how to delay time and how to minimize casualties.

But what about the rest? What about the others besides the victory or defeat of the war?

Ranmuir paced alone in the corridors of the Brett Temple, just as he had been on the Winter Barrier Bluff seven years ago, and he was gradually immersed in self-forgetfulness.

Is it really impossible to debunk the true face of the hypocrite? Can it really only be completely divided into two races and fight until one of them is extinct?

Until the sound of "bang" in his ears woke up the holy monarch.

Lanmuir lifted his eyes, and then he realized that he had walked into the familiar prayer room. There was a window that was not closed, and a brass candlestick in front of the idol may have been blown down by the wind and rolled to the ground.

He stood still for a long time, then stepped forward and pushed open the door to the prayer room.

Squeak....

Moonlight poured in through the open door, illuminating the old embroidered cushions on the floor.

Once upon a time, when the Holy Emperor was a pious child, he would clean the prayer room with his own hands every day, and wipe the Mother of God to a golden shine without a speck of dust.

Later, he quit, and the prayer room for the Son of God was also sealed, and it was dusty and degraded.

Ranmuir walked in, leaned over to pick up the candlestick, and placed it back in front of the Divine Mother. Seven years have passed, and the huge golden statue of the Divine Mother is still the same, but the state of mind of the Divine Son is very different.

Lanmuir looked up at the Mother of God, remembering the heartache of the shattering of faith seven years ago, and there was no joy or sorrow.

The Mother of God lowered her eyes and smiled. As if looking at him, but as if he didn't.

In the small room, there seemed to be only a false golden statue of the Mother of God, a god son who had lost his faith, and countless floating dust.

Everything became extremely quiet and pure.

Suddenly, the Holy Monarch shook and subconsciously held on to the shrine in his hand. An ethereal thought came like a godsend

to his mind!

How to stall for time. How to reduce casualties.

How to expose the ugly face of the temple. Where exactly is the answer he seeks?

These puzzles, which were originally entangled like chaos, were solved with great ease.

"Ah......h

Lanmuir's face turned extremely pale, but his eyes flashed with an indescribable light, and he gradually began to laugh as if he had had an epiphany of the truth.

The fingertips holding the candlestick began to tremble, but the heart jumped for the first time in a long time—

He seems to have found ...... No, no, he definitely found it. Right now, right here.

Ranmuir walked around twice with the candlestick in his hand, happy as a child.

Immediately afterwards, sorrow and a long pain welled up in his heart, and the pain made him bend his back by holding on to the shrine, and he was stunned. Finally, Ranmuir smiled wryly and said to himself, "Mother God...... Are you here, or are you not?" The idol, as always, gave him no answer.

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bsp; Lanmuir closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he placed the candlestick back in front of the idol. Finally, the Holy Monarch took a deep look at the Mother of God, turned around, and walked out of the prayer room step by step.

This night, the army of the demon clan finally surrounded the royal city.

The Holy Monarch appeared at the head of the city, looking at the demon king under the city from afar. This pair of seven-year rivals, witnessed by countless human races and demons, agreed that they would fight it out early tomorrow morning.

All the people of the royal city began to pray.

Whether it is the old or the young, whether it is a wealthy businessman or a poor farmer.

The Prophet Elder, who had been placed under house arrest, was released, and he drew the so-called "Great Circle of Prayers", asking believers to cut their wrists and pray to the Mother of God with blood to pray for the blessing of the Holy Monarch.

The townsfolk soon arrived, carrying oil lamps, large and small, fine and simple, like a swarm of frightened fireflies. Some were sobbing, others were scolding, but everyone was praying sincerely. May the Mother of God drape the light of victory on the shoulders of their holy king, and may their majesty return safely.

"O Mother of God—" they cried, Mother God, our golden sun!

Bless our beloved Saint, your most pious and kind child! Exorcise the brutal demons and bring evil to the abyss......

When they left the front of the formation, they seemed to have become a little weaker, but everyone thought that it was a normal collapse after emotional exhaustion, and did not suspect it.

The Prophet wears the white robe of the Golden Sun Totem

He waved his wide sleeves and held up his scepter to promise every believer: "Tomorrow you will see miracles with your own eyes!"

The Holy Monarch is also standing here.

The light of the oil lamps that came and went shone on the beautiful and pale face, reflecting the violet pupils. He was smiling slightly, though his eyes could not hide his sadness.

Lanmuir, the Prophet suddenly lowered his voice, "I said you would give in." "Come, say something, you are the Son of God, promise signs to your people."

Lanmuir glanced at the prophet and curled his lips inexplicably. He restrained his expression, stuck the Cross of Light Sword on the ground in front of him, and swore loudly to all the people:

"I am the child of the Mother of God, and my faith is sincere!" I promise that your piety will invoke the protection of the Mother of God and bring the golden sun of victory to our land!"

The people were almost boiling, some shouting "Son of God", some shouting "Your Majesty", but more were still calling for the Mother of God.

They knelt, kowtowed, and tried to kiss the shoes of the Holy King. Once Ranmuir never allowed such a thing to happen, but tonight, he was as solemn and indifferent as a true god, allowing more people to go crazy.

On this night, the believers in other cities were also praying for the blessing of the royal capital. The worship elders who preside over the local shrine faithfully carry out the orders of the prophet and deceive the believers of their mana in the name of prayer.

A few of them knew the truth, but most of the elders didn't even know what they were doing. The deception that has been woven for centuries has firmly bound their minds.

Under the effect of the magic circle, countless meager mana surged into the body of the Holy Monarch, like a trickle into the sea. The Prophet Elder smiled with satisfaction.

He knew that the next battle to save the country, as well as the miracles witnessed by tens of millions of people, would make the faith of the Golden Sun no longer shaken.

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The demon army stationed outside the city also faintly heard the movement inside the city.

Dusk sat in the depths of his tent, staring at the leaders and generals of the major tribes sitting below. "Tomorrow, if I win, attack the city directly." The Demon King said in a categorical tone.

After a pause, he said, "If I lose, I will attack the city directly."

"If I Die......"

The leader Watie couldn't help but exclaim: "My king!" He hummed angrily, the heroic demon clan will not say unlucky things on the eve of the great war.

Dizzy sneered: "Then tomorrow I will be slaughtered by the Holy Monarch, and you will bring back the demons of these dozen tribes?"

…… He really didn't shy away from it, just such a posture that was half an explanation of strategy, half of a confession of his last words, and arranged everything before and after, and let the demons get out of his hands.

The Broken Horn Demon King is known for his arbitrariness, especially now that the war is imminent, no demon dares to provoke him, so he has to slip out. When the big tent was empty, those few dim real cronies came up to persuade them.

The old witch doctor Duogu put on an expression of headache: "My king, in fact, you don't have to fight the human saint monarch at all, do you?" Cunning humans don't know what to do yet, and you have old wounds...... What if there's a whatever!"

The generals of Moduo, Muma, and Tianpo painstakingly analyzed this decisive battle for their wayward king. How to have disadvantages and no advantages, how to hide dangers.

But all efforts ended in failure, and one of these demons was thrown out of the big tent by the king's own hands.

Viciously bluffed away all his subordinates, and Dusk was about to turn around and return to his account. At this time, a gentle breeze is blowing. The Demon King found that the moon above his head was so round and bright.

In fact, he knows better than anyone else.

The demon clan's Mu Qiang is far superior to humans, and he especially values one-on-one duels.

He walked for seven years before he was barely called "my king" by so many leaders. But if you lose tomorrow, even if you don't die, you will never be able to reign in the abyss one day.

However, the Demon King has been looking forward to this day for too long. He even felt that he had survived for this battle.

So I thought to myself, what can I do at worst, but go back to seven years ago. He can afford to lose.

He held the bronze scimitar, his fingers slowly tightening. Just once, just once.

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In the wee hours of the morning, it's the darkest time of the day.

In the palace, Prince Aiden was waiting anxiously. He could not have imagined how tormented Lan Muir would be when he accepted people's prayers against his will. But this is all a helpless move to defend the royal city, how can you blame the brother? Time is running out, and he must comfort his brother and not let him be restless and fight the Demon King......

It was at this time that Ranmuir returned to the palace and went straight to his study.

When Aiden hurried to hear the news, the Holy Monarch was sorting out the books by hand.

He bent down and placed a book and notebook paper into the box, and finally took out a parchment scroll from a locked drawer and placed it lightly on top.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lanmuir slowly straightened up, looked up and smiled....... Aiden. 

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Did you see that...... They believed in me like that, crying and praying for me. It turned out that the king wanted to deceive the people...... It's such a simple thing.

In the dim light, fine beads of sweat floated on the Holy Monarch's forehead, and his lips were so white that there was no trace of blood.

Aiden was shocked and rushed over quickly: "Brother, what's wrong with you!?" He held Lanmuir's arm, but he was even more frightened. That skin was as cold as ice, and you could feel it through the fabric!

You......

Aiden was completely stunned, and was about to call the doctor, but Lanmuir covered his mouth: "Shhhh Even the palm of the hand was cold.

Aiden was so anxious that he was about to cry, and Ranmuir whispered, "Don't make a noise. I don't have anything to do, it's just that I've consumed too much mana to have some backlash, so it's good to slow down.

Consume mana!?

Aiden's eyes widened, how could it consume mana, so many people's mana has gathered into the body of the Holy Monarch tonight, isn't it?

At this time, Lan Muir should be the most powerful person in the entire kingdom!

He hurriedly used his mana to probe into his brother's body, and this time he gasped, and his eyes were "buzzing" black.

Brother! You- you didn't accept the mana of the believers at all!?

"Shhhh Ranmuir lightly, once again pointed his index finger to his brother's lips, Quiet, listen to me. When he withdrew his hand, the Holy Monarch shook his head.

Forcibly transferring such a huge amount of mana caused him a lot of consumption. It doesn't matter normally, but if the opponent is the demon king, I'm afraid ......

Lan Muir thought to himself: If Dusk Yao knew, he would definitely be very angry and angry.

The Demon King's obsession with this revenge is so deep. I'm definitely looking forward to a hearty battle where both sides do their best. But I am destined not to go to the appointment in the most perfect state. I'm always ashamed of that demon king, again and again.

However, this is also the path he chose.

Listen to me, Ranmuir froze, he pressed his brother's shoulder, I'm sorry, Aiden...... I will be a sinner.