The boy, who had just turned eight years old, entered the Temple of Light with the recommendation of the old man. You must know that in the Alat Alliance, the status of the Temple of Light is supremely noble, and it is difficult to enter it without extremely outstanding talent. Of course, Moore thinks there is another reason that he can't give to outsiders. He felt that he had been called by the Lord, and that entering the temple of the Lord God was an inevitable result.

Moore didn't consider himself a genius. However, his teacher did not think so. Perhaps it was just a chance encounter on the side of the road, but the cardinal-elect, who was over seventy years old, saw at a glance the unusual talent of such a down-and-out young man.

The deep blue eyes seem to be able to look directly into people's hearts. Although he is poor and hard, he has the quality of perseverance like a rock. In particular, the energy of study and hard work made the old man very fond of it. Thinking that at the age when he was about to enter the earth, he could also discover a genius destined to be famous all over the world, and the old man was full of relief.

Moore lived up to expectations. In the first year of enrollment, he became the brightest star student in the Elementary Academy of the Temple of Light. The speed at which its strength soared and the terrifying potential it displayed gradually attracted the attention of the temple's higher-ups. Four years later, at the celebration of Pope Totti's 60th birthday, he was personally named by the Pope to be included in the ranks of the honor guard.

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Moore sat on a tall horse and stared indifferently at the cheering crowds that lined the street on three floors. People can change a lot in two years, and Moore is no longer the skinny and skinny he was when he left home, but he is still thin.

The original small body is much stronger, and the bulging muscles that are not exaggerated make the well-proportioned body more youthful and energetic. Moore, with his deep blue melancholy eyes, long fluffy blond hair, and the milky white gold-rimmed robe, rode a horse through the streets to make Moore even more heroic. I don't know how many screams of pregnant girls have been murdered.

Moore indifferently accepted the praise of the people, because he was the representative of the Almighty God of Light walking on earth. Moore leaned down and expertly drew the Holy Cross on his chest, sending the blessing of the Lord to every commoner who prayed for a blessing.

Although Moore was reluctant to admit it, he knew in his heart that he was not used to this kind of scene. Whenever he thought of having to wear the shallow smile on his lips all day long, which the world thought was the most mysterious, Moore could feel the corners of his mouth twitch in protest.

"Moore, Moore, my dear nephew, I'm here, here!"

A voice long since faded into the depths of Moore's memory pulls young Moore back to reality. Moore looked up and saw the sensual aunt at the outskirts of the crowd not far away. I haven't seen him for a few years, and his stoppable appearance is still the same, but his already plump body is swelling up more and more. Moore's brow furrowed slightly, and a sense of extreme annoyance leaped into his heart.

Aunt Julien led the family into the city today, as in previous years, hoping to experience the grand birthday ceremony for the Pope in this castle of the Lord. A few years ago, she forcibly seized the only property left by her poor dead brother in destitute destitute years. The proceeds from the sale allowed her to live a relatively comfortable life for a while. Coupled with the fact that the oil bottle left behind left on its own, Julian's originally gloomy mood suddenly brightened.

She didn't care about the life or death of the oil bottle after leaving, but that she was finally able to pocket all her brother's property completely legally, which made her wake up with a smile in her sleep for a long time.

The city of Rogeris is lit up and bustling today. Several people who were originally close together were unknowingly dispersed by the crowded crowd, and they couldn't meet for a while. Fortunately, Julian had already made arrangements for this matter, and the men had agreed earlier to meet under the highest bell tower in the city after they separated. In addition, this is the capital of the kingdom, and the law and order are extremely good. So, Julian, who had no worries at all, put all his interest on the guard of honor of the parade.

She cheered, shouted, and prayed for blessings with the people. Of course, his plea was answered by those who honored the priests. She considered herself lucky, especially after seeing that familiar face in the crowd.

Although a few years have passed, the immaturity on his face is no longer there, and the whole person seems to have changed, Julian still sees something from those deep blue eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Julian frantically tugged at the crowd in front of him, pushing away the people who turned to glare at him one by one, and moved forward. The crowd was forcibly separated by her, and Julian was getting closer and closer to her dear from home, almost to the point of reaching it.

However, she couldn't squeeze it any longer. Because there was a crowd in front of her that was even crazier than her. So, an eager Julian tore open his throat and screamed.

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As if he hadn't heard, Moore smiled and sent a blessing from God to the woman in front of him. Then, Moore swept away all smiles. Sit up straight and ride a tall horse away with the luxurious procession. It wasn't until he turned the street and threw the middle-aged woman with a smile on her face into the most miserable and desperate expression out of her sight that young Moore let out a suppressed breath. But the distractions in my heart became stronger and stronger!

At that glance, Moore felt a lot of sense. Although four years ago he could have left everything behind and stubbornly broke out. But the ridiculous family affection that blood is thicker than water can still bind it. The moral restraint makes him look more like a cold-blooded and ungrateful villain at the moment.

He silently looked at the golden Holy Cross on his chest, and all the noisy sounds seemed to have nothing to do with him, and were naturally isolated from his body. Images of heaven and hell kept circling in Moore's mind, and countless cries of dismal calls and sacred hymns invaded Moore's most fragile nerves like an initiation. Moore slowly picked up the Holy Cross, clasped his hands behind his back, and pressed it against his heart. Then slowly lift it up and stab it hard towards the heart.

"I am a servant of God! I have no relatives on earth, either by blood or by reason. I dedicate all my life to the Lord Almighty. For all that I have is given by the Lord. In my most desperate moments, the Lord showed me a bright future and called me back to His warm embrace. It was the Lord who gave me everything and gave me a new life. If...... I have discredited the exaltation and dignity of the Lord, and I am willing, to repay with my life. May the Lord be forbearing!"

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"Fuck your shit!"

A gruff yet concise and powerful voice burst out strongly, instantly shattering Moore's unique reserve. The golden tip of the Holy Cross had pierced the young man's tender skin, and it was half a fingernail away. Red blood poured out along the wound, staining the holy white robe extremely blindly. All around was people screaming in astonishment.

Time seemed to freeze in time, and everything gave up its original trajectory and was firmly pinned to its place. Moore was furious to find that no matter how hard he tried, the sharp artifact couldn't move forward half a point. A nameless fire burned in Moore's heart.

"I don't believe it! If God really exists, find my father and sister back! If God really exists, then can he ignore the heartfelt prayer of that innocent little boy three years ago? If God really exists, ** will appear in front of me now, and explain it to my face to my face!"

A violent sound pierced the clear sky, blasting through the darkness revealed in the festive ceremony. The picture seemed to shatter, falling piece by piece. The scene in front of me is so familiar!

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With a long roar in the sky, Qing Feng slashed out the big sword in his hand. A dagger that was about to sneak up on the heart was thrown into the sky by the huge force of Qingfeng's brute bull.

"My name is Duan Qingfeng!"

Qingfeng drank furiously and made the strongest accusation at the man not far in front of him!

Moore's hands were empty at the moment, and his face was even paler. It's really not good to be eaten by the mind control magic that you are best at. A mouthful of blood surged up along Moore's throat. Coupled with being yelled at, Moore was furious, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Introduce Qingfeng into the memories that have been altered by himself, and feel the glory of God. At the same time, control it and sneak attack at the right time to win in one fell swoop. This was originally Moore's plan. After a long period of high-intensity magic consumption, Moore had little energy left. This is Moore's hole card, and he must make a successful one-hit. However, he still failed.

Moore doesn't know the trajectory of Blue Blade's life. Performing this trick on this young man, who had no liking for God and was even full of disgust, had already doomed him to a tragic fate in vain.

Qing Feng pulled the big sword, and the exaggerated blade of the sword smashed the young man in front of him who was about to sneak attack. Suddenly, Moore flew out like a kite with a broken string, and then landed heavily in the ring in the distance.

Moore lay desperately on the cold ground, he had no strength left, and was ready to lie there until the referee declared the victory.

The referee hurried into the ring and ran towards the feeble teenager, as if the end had been decided.

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Suddenly, a kind face with a sad brow was imprinted into Moore's eyes. Moore's heart tightened, and a heart-piercing pain arose. In the past few years, the old man has taken care of himself like a loving father, so that this orphan with a stinky temper like a stone has not been completely separated, but has received a lot of help. You can't let him down, you can't let the Lord down!

Moore, who was lying down, let out a loud cry and raised his right hand with the last of his strength. After an obscure spell, a strange light shot out from Moore's hand.

With a piercing chirp, accompanied by endless golden light, a royal griffin wearing a golden crown and dancing claws suddenly appeared in the air of the ring. The griffon's eyes were furious, and it let out a frantic roar at the nearly collapsed Qingfeng. It flapped its wings a few times, pulling its body up as high as it could again, looking ready. It seemed that he was about to deliver a fatal blow to the Blue Blade at any moment.

Qing Feng smiled bitterly, after this big battle, it was not only the stubborn blonde boy who tried his best. At this moment, Qing Feng, who was standing in the ring with a big sword, was also almost prostrate. In this case, Blue Edge was not sure to fight the fierce griffon.

A mass of furry stuff jumped onto Qing Feng's shoulder. Through telepathy, Qingfeng didn't need to look to know that it was the super cute little beast that loved to cause trouble. Qing Feng's heart suddenly calmed down. He believes that there is no situation that the little beast cannot solve.

Sure enough, the little beast didn't roar, didn't put on a fighting posture, and didn't even make any other movements except for the action of standing on Qingfeng's shoulder. However, it was the beastly power that such a cute stuffed monster indifferently exuded, which frightened the fierce royal griffin into fleeing.

The referee looked at the black dots in the sky farther and farther away with a puzzled face, and then looked at the young man lying on the ground and weak. The victory of Blue Blade was loudly announced.

Moore smiled wryly, not expecting this to be the end. With no hope left, he quietly closed his eyes, gave up the last of his struggles, and passed out quietly!

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