Cole Fallon's face froze. For a time this eloquent preacher could not utter a word of rebuttal, nor did he dare to say it.

Like many religions that have died out of the sands of Colchis, the covenant has its own noble principles. These principles are inscribed on stone tablets and resounded in evangelistic meetings.

Covenant believers claim that the four powers created the universe and weaved the destiny of all beings on Colchis.

However, no matter how noble the heavenly truth is, it cannot completely manipulate mortals on earth. Numerous covenant pastors have invoked these truths with great skill, but have indulged in worldly life.

If God really sees everything and shepherds all things, why should the priests drive the lamb in their place? If God's power has come to an end, why does the covenant have to seize worldly treasures and power?

So, despite the covenant's claim to be the most powerful and powerful apostles, these questions that touch on the core of the doctrine are only weapons of mutual rebuke. If it is spoken among covenant members, it is almost a question, and the follow-up can range from rebuke to excommunication.

Cole Fallon remembers this vividly. A few years earlier, when he had offered to send more missionaries, the priests of the bustling city of grey flowers had raised eyebrows at him and said similar things. Dressed in elaborate robes and wearing shining crowns, they announced their exile into the wilderness.

The former pastor had never been shaken by this farce, and he knew that the faith of those people was nothing more than an empty golden bubble, and they rebuked themselves only because they were threatened with worldly interests.

But now, the prophet's words were like thunder, and for the first time he questioned himself. Is this encouragement, statement, or rebuke? Do you truly appreciate the powerful mantra? Is his interpretation of his own destiny really correct? Is the truth he stole from the pages of ancient books, and his honor as the vanguard of the gods, which sustained him through the desert, real, or is it just wishful thinking?

Was he, Cole Fallon, really a truth-bearer entrusted with the task of being a man of the Might?

For a moment, Cole Fallon's thoughts intertwined. His mouth was dry, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead. The young prophet smiled as if he had read his thoughts, and his smile melted the coldness in his chest like a spring breeze.

"It's okay, Cole Fallon, just do it. No matter what ups and downs lie ahead, it's just a trap set for you by the demons. They will hurt you, they will threaten you, but this is all under the watchful eye of the mighty. ”

When he said the word "demons", his smile deepened.

"I once met a priest named Ulea. He was lifted up to heaven by his steadfast faith and received the gift of power. Speak boldly of the truth, and your deeds will be credited to the accounts of the gods, as he did. ”

Cole Fallon took a breath, his face showing the joy of the rest of his life. Realizing the gaffe of his behavior, he hurriedly lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief to hide his embarrassment.

He quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Jia, and asked hesitantly, "This Urleia Saint...... What is his accomplishment? Unfortunately, I have not heard of such a predecessor. ”

"He's been shedding his mortal body for too long." Luo Jia said without changing his face, "At that time, the kings were fighting, and the war was chaotic. The goddess with a sweet name has just been born in the vastness of the ocean. A mortal king led an army of genetically modified churches to the ground, throwing priests into the flames along with the scriptures they were protecting. ”

Cole Fallon exclaimed. "This kind of tragedy has happened! This rebellious maniac! He frowned, "The ancient books that contain the words of truth are so mysterious...... Is that why? ”

Looking at the distressed look of the former pastor who thought he had found a reasonable explanation, Luo Jia almost laughed.

He cleared his throat and said casually, "It is for this reason that the mortal king destroys the heritage of the Church and burns the precious texts so that the words of truth of the gods can no longer be heard. Even when the church rises again, they are only communicating empty scriptures, which are very different from the once pure truth. ”

"It's very different." "In Walladesh, the situation is especially serious. Faith withered at the hands of those vain priests. Their worship is so pale that the original culprit has been annihilated. ”

Luo Jia nodded. At that time, Ulaia held on to the last sanctuary. He knelt down and prayed silently to the gods, but not for his own safety. He prayed that the true faith would be passed on until someone else could grasp its glorious truth. However......"

He hesitated to use a few words and decided to learn a little from Victor's experience. “…… The army of the puppet emperor is approaching. There was a knock on the church door. Ulaia got up and went to open the door. If this is a brave believer, then he will bless the other person. ”

"The Puppet Emperor himself came to fight Ulea. This brave saint fought fiercely with the other party for a night, causing the puppet emperor to be defeated, so that he persuaded the saint to renounce his faith. ”

But how could a saint betray his faith? Fearless in front of the army, he threw aside the cloak of the puppet emperor that he had taken in the fierce battle. The puppet emperor had to set the temple on fire and burn Ulaia alive. ”

Luo Jia stopped talking abruptly. He looked directly at Cole Fallon, who was listening, and asked, "Do you feel that the gods have abandoned their faithful shepherds?" The puppet emperor won, and the believers were senselessly abandoned? ”

The former pastor bowed his head. "Power must have their decisions, which is not understandable to the poor wisdom of ordinary men."

Luo Jia smiled. "In the sweet agony of the collapse of the sanctuary and the burning of the body...... Ulaya saw the truth. His soul ascended into the sanctuary of milk and honey, and beautiful music played for him, and girls in golden masks danced. ”

The little protoplasm put his hand on Cole Fallon's shoulder and whispered. "I can see your potential, pastor...... You have a similar talent to him, don't let it down. I'll let you have a happy ending as well as he did. ”

Cole Fallon opened his mouth, the meaning of the promise was self-explanatory. He was in ecstasy in his heart, and he didn't dare to look directly into those violet eyes, and bowed his head deeply. "In the name of the gods."

"In the name of the gods." Luo Jia said briskly, "I do what I say. ”