ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

When I opened my eyes, I saw a splendid scene of golden splendor in front of me.

Simone was stunned to find herself in a huge palace.

She was standing at the front of the palace, flanked by a group of barefoot young girls dressed in snow-white robes and crowned with flowers on their heads.

They were whispering something, and a strange Sanskrit rhythm was waving in their ears.

She herself was dressed in the same snow-white sacrificial robes, and in front of her was a tall man with steel armor made of magical metal.

The armor was engraved with a huge hideous beast, and near the beast, there were circles of delicately decorated patterns, scattering the fluctuations of magical power. Behind him was also draped in a white robe that shimmered with holy light, looking majestic.

The owner of the armor had a young and handsome face, his eyes were bright, and the lines of his face were as resolute as those carved in stone.

He stepped up the obsidian steps, stood in front of him, and made a strange gesture to himself.

He stretched out his hands to himself, as if begging for something.

Simone looked at him in amazement.

She had no idea what she had given birth to and what she was going to do.

She looked in all directions in horror and saw a huge altar burning behind her.

Above the altar, a large red door of energy opened like a black hole......

She was startled, and then looked back at the man's face, which was strange to her, and his eyes were already confused.

"Galadia!" a roar of rage woke Simone from her trance.

At the bottom of the stairs was a large group of old men in sacrificial robes, one of whom was yelling at her, "What the hell are you doing?

Simone a frenzy.

What the?

She looked down and saw that she was holding a golden sword that shone softly.

The light of the golden sword spread out in a water-streaked trajectory visible to the naked eye.

Simone panicked a little, and countless memories suddenly flooded into her mind.

Pictures flew through her mind, and she was a little dizzy again, and shook her body slightly.

A large, powerful hand held her from her waist, and it was the man in front of her who was wearing steel armor and wearing a robe of holy light.

He smiled: "Holy Maiden Galadia, are you not feeling well?"

"Ahh......h Yes. I'm a little dizzy. Simone nodded hurriedly.

She couldn't get used to the sudden change.

Virgen Galadia?

Yes, it seems that the owner of this body is called by this name.

But will you come into this body?

Why did she become a saint of this wonderful place?

She looked at the man holding her in horror.

The man was still smiling, and his voice was soft: "If that's the case, please give me the sword and rest early." Perhaps it's because you're too religious, overworked with the sacrifices to the gods. Slack off once in a while, and God will understand you. ”

"Ahh

As soon as the man let go, Simone fell back a few steps, and several white-clothed priestesses hurriedly supported her.

The man held the golden sword in his hand, turned to face the believer behind him, and slowly raised the golden sword in his hand above his head.

Under the sunlight, the golden sword of light emitted a dazzling holy light.

An old priest in white robe shouted loudly: "Great conqueror, God has given you strength!"

Then he bowed down.

"God, give you strength!"

Thousands of voices shouted at the same time.

Simone looked out of the door in horror, and saw tens of thousands of people kneeling in front of the palace, kneeling down in front of the man with the great sword of light, and they knelt down in waves, like the waves of the sea, wave after wave, stretching into the distance, stretching down the mountain, with no end in sight.

From here, people are on their knees and praying.

Simone stared at it all, not knowing what to do.

She didn't notice that she was standing beside this man, and she had endured the prostrations of thousands of believers together.

In the whole hall, she and he were the only ones standing.

At that moment, perhaps only the man noticed this scene.

There was a strange glint in his eyes, and he stayed on Simone's body, and he actually laughed at her panicked and overwhelmed appearance.

"You...... Do you like to stand with me?" the voice with its magnetic charm of a man sounded in Simone's ears.

Simone was dazed, then fainted.

When Simone woke up, it was already dusk.

She now knew where she was.

This is the Holy Mountain of Michael.

The place where she is located is called the temple.

Her current body is called Galadia, and she is one of the twelve saints of the temple, and one of the twelve saints.

When her soul came to this body during the day today, the temple was holding a sword-granting ceremony.

Of course, she almost messed everything up.

She looked around at the sword ceremony, her face shocked, and she completely lost the appearance of a saint.

She even ended up standing with His Excellency the Conqueror, accepting the pilgrimage of all peoples, and simply fainted irresponsibly.

This kind of thing is simply unforgivable for the temple.

Some of the saints saw that her face had changed.

It was sarcastic, funny and gloating.

"Galadia, you can really make such a big leak in the sword ceremony. I think your position as a saint laureate is over, and even becoming a bottle bearer is a luxury. ”

It was the other saints who mocked her.

Simone didn't care about it.

To the disappointment of the others, the Temple's punishment of Galadia had not yet arrived.

The Holy Laureate is still the Holy Laureate, still one of the Twelve, leading all the Saints every day, even though Simone has no idea what to arrange them to do.

She may have been in too much of a hurry when she entered this body, and was interrupted by the Elder's angry scolding before she had experienced a full fusion, so there were many things she still didn't know. She could even feel that in her body, Galadia's soul was still on its own, and she was scolding herself in a corner.

She could understand the anger of the former saint's spirit, but the words she used were nasty.

It's hard to imagine how a noble saint could describe herself in such dirty words.

She has a noble identity, but she does not have a noble soul.

Simone thought.

The days passed day by day in this case.

The turmoil at the sword ceremony did not have any impact on the rest of life, and the expected punishment never came, which made the other saints who tried to step on Simone's head lose patience.

Simone became familiar with her work, and despite the uncooperative nature of Galadia's spirit, she somehow inherited some of her memories.

The work of the saints is very simple, that is, to sacrifice to the gods, and to carry out various missions on the basis of the will of the gods in a holy body on major ceremonial occasions. They do not have decision-making power, they are just the issuers of orders, the executors of power, to put it bluntly, they are puppets who are pushed to the forefront.

The real masters of the temple are the Council of Elders of the Temple and His Excellency the Conqueror.

The former represents the will of the gods, while the latter has great force and defends the status of the temple.

The reign of the Temple is always tested in the Big 6, and there are always some rebels who try to challenge the authority of the Temple. And the meaning of the conqueror is that he conquers all evil beings who disobey the temple.

The conqueror of the temple was the man in steel armor with a handsome face, and his name was ...... Basgate.

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Twelve bells rang.

Xiuyi's figure flashed, and he had already rushed out of the teleportation room. Only one sentence remained: "You wait here, don't go anywhere." ”

Izado rushed out after him, the old man looking unhurried, but always firmly following Huey.

The two of them walked together to the sacrificial temple, and the believers from all directions also came in fear, obviously they were also shocked by what had been born today.

"Can you tell me what happened, how could God come down twice in one day?" Huey asked Izado in a low voice.

"This is something that has never happened since the founding of the Church of the Scourge, and I can only answer you, and I don't know. ”

"So this time, which god has descended?"

"When you see it, you will know it. ”

At the sacrificial shrine, the ritual resumes.

Hue no longer stood in a corner of the temple as before, but directly with Izado.

He witnessed once again the scene of Izado calling out to the gods—the poor old man, who stabbed himself twice in one day.

But this time, when Izado's blood spilled onto the altar, it was no longer the black shadow of great power, but a cloud of pure white holy light.

Isador was visibly relieved when he saw the light appear.

Huey knew the answer immediately.

It seems that this time it is the deity that the Church of the Scourge has been worshiping all along.

But in terms of momentum, it looks ...... It's far less than the one before him.

The white light condensed into a shadow of ice in the flames above the altar.

A chill swept through the hall in an instant.

Xiui saw a huge coffin that seemed to be made of ice lying above the altar, shimmering with crystal brilliance and emitting a powerful and trembling aura. That breath made Xiu Yi's whole body tremble, and he felt that the domain-like power in his body had a strange resonance with the crystal coffin at this moment.

Is that......

"That's the Coffin of Immortality. Izado whispered a low answer to Huey's question.

Really.

But why does the energy in your body sense the Immortal Coffin?

The coffin of immortality moved slowly above the temple, flew away from the altar, and landed on a huge stone platform that had been prepared long ago in front of the altar.

The coffin of immortality slowly opened by itself.

A beautiful woman in a snow-white robe, barefoot, walked out of the coffin.

Her eyes, as bright as stars, lingered on Huyglaire's body for a moment, and then the starry light in her eyes flourished.

Slowly lifting her verdant right hand, her slender fingers tapping each of Xiui and Isador's foreheads.

A cold voice spat out and spread throughout the hall: "You two stay, the others retreat." ”