Brilliant and shining.

A pillar of light that penetrated the sky and sank into the clouds, illuminating everything in the world.

Psalms of endless praise floated out of the clouds.

Zhang Jiao looked up at the indescribable light in front of him, and in this endless hymn, he vaguely seemed to see a kingdom composed of brilliance.

It seemed to feel his gaze.

The white clouds that covered the glorious kingdom immediately quietly moved to the side, revealing the true face of a small half of the glorious kingdom.

In the bright light, a huge door of indescribable magnificence and exquisiteness was closing at the front of the kingdom.

Agate, gold, diamonds, platinum and countless other precious treasures are set on the door like insignificant stones, thus drawing a magnificent and huge pattern.

There are gods who live in the heavens and look down on the world, there are worshippers of all kinds who worship the huge idols, and there are sinners who are burned at the stake with hideous faces......

All kinds of images slid quickly before his eyes, revealing unspeakable stories.

Zhang Jiao looked at this heavenly kingdom steadily, and a touch of brilliance like the divine kingdom in front of him quietly emerged from his body, and then spread unstoppably in his body.

The milky white light with a golden luster began to radiate from the surface of Zhang Jiao's body, and the original Sanyang divine power in his body didn't even resist for a moment, and it was all swallowed up by this holy power that suddenly appeared in his body for some reason, and turned into the other party's nutrients.

In the shone of light, the clouds that had just dispersed from the gate of heaven had turned into cloud steps, from the sacred and vast gate of heaven, one step after another.

Blink of an eye.

A cloud staircase paved with countless tumbling white clouds fell from the unknowable gate of heaven and quietly stopped in front of him, making an irresistible call.

"Step on, step on. ”

"At the end, you will be the supreme master. ”

In the midst of the call, Zhang Jiao, who was already faintly about to turn into light, raised his legs and stepped on the cloud steps to go up.

Beside him, countless little angels, the size of palms, bare buttocks and blowing golden horns, flew out of the clouds with joy and surrounded him, blowing the holy music of praise.

"The Supreme ...... Throne...... I see it...... I saw ......"

"That's mine...... Throne...... It's mine...... Kingdom ......"

Stepping on the inhuman light and shadow on the gimbal, fanatical words kept coming.

Just as he was about to step onto the second floor, a white, slender, smooth arm that was almost invisible suddenly emerged from behind him and thrust into it.

"Praise Sanyang !!"

"Praise Sanyang !!"

"Praise Sanyang !!"

......

Like the chorus of thousands of democratic chants, a round of red, white and blue suns was suddenly born from the palm of this slender, white hand, and then immediately merged into one, turning into a round of blazing sun, emitting infinite light.

"Sinners !!"

"Heresy !!"

"Blasphemy !!"

......

The moment the blazing sun exploded, the little angels who had been happily haunting around the cloud steps suddenly became extremely hideous.

With a shout, their figures swelled up like a blow, transforming into a warrior in full armor, wielding blades of light and fire, slashing straight at the arm that had suddenly appeared.

Flames of light.

Dazzling light suddenly burst out from the body of Zhang Jiao's already inhumanoid body, and immediately together with this white and slender arm, it instantly turned into nothingness.

This ladder of heaven disappeared from the world the moment his figure disappeared.

The hymn dissipates and the kingdom of heaven disappears.

In the villa of Sunset Hills, it is as if you have returned to the past.

Under the bright crystal chandelier.

Nun Belinda Moddestier sat on her knees in the coffin of the blood orchid, still praying reverently, as if she had not noticed the anomaly before.

It's just that in front of her kneeling, the place where Zhang Jiao originally stood was empty at the moment, and there was no longer a single living person, only the group of sluggish boys and girls next to the hall were still standing in place.

Directly across from them, piles of cash and jewels were piled up, glittering in the bright lights, and it was mesmerizing to dive headlong into it.

In the golden hall, accompanied by the unrelenting praise and prayer of Sister Belinda Modesti, a rough sketch paper with a somewhat pale gray color, accompanied by a puff of powder like fragrant ash, slowly fell from the air.

Before they hit the ground, they had gradually disappeared into the light.

The crowd standing next to them and the nuns kneeling in the coffin of the blood orchid stayed silently as if they hadn't seen it.

In the whole villa, a strange atmosphere suddenly emerged.

In this slightly eerie atmosphere, the closed door of the villa was suddenly violently opened.

A slender figure was wrapped in the cold wind and mist, and in an instant, it came to the nun who was kneeling in the bloody coffin.

Beautiful, pure, kind......

Zhang Jiao stared at the stunningly beautiful nun in front of him, while half-covering the left eye with his left hand that revealed a pale golden brilliance from time to time, and gently stroked her cheek with his right hand.

From her fair and smooth forehead, all the way across her delicate face, it fell on her delicate and slender neck.

Zhang Jiao felt the delicate and soft touch coming from the palm of his hand, and while gently stroking her, he lifted her out of the bloody coffin, pulled her in front of him, and pressed her tightly in front of him, like a pair of intimate lovers.

But in the extremely intimate posture, a voice like a cold wind under the Nine Shadows immediately echoed in Belinda Modesty's ears.

"Tell me, who am I in your eyes?"

With an eerie question, the god man who had disappeared behind Zhang Jiao also emerged.

As his long hair flew, his faceless head came out from behind Zhang Jiao like a snake, hovering over his shoulder, waiting for the nun's answer.

Belinda Modesti didn't seem to see it.

She felt the oxygen in her lungs dwindling and the palm that was holding her neck and kept shrinking, but there was no fear or panic in her expression, not even the prayer in her mouth.

"Hallowed be thy name, O my Father in heaven, thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, and our daily bread and bread be given to us this day, forgive us our debts, just as we have forgiven the debts of men, and let us not be tempted and deliver us from evil: for all the power and glory of the kingdom is yours for ever......

In the intermittent sound of prayer, Belinda Modesti did not resist at all, but slightly raised her swan-like slender neck.

On her beautiful face, carved by the top sculptors, she gently opened her sky-blue eyes, which were as pure and immaculate as the sea.

Belinda Modestie looked at the figure in front of her with reverence and replied without hesitation.

"You are the Lord, the Father, the Most High who created all things in the world. ”

In the categorical answer, Zhang Jiao immediately felt a pious power of faith coming from her body, and it was integrated into his body without any barrier.

Zhang Jiao's three-armed figure hugged him tightly behind him, and immediately made a sound like a crackling sound when moving his muscles and bones.

With a crackling sound, his figure became more and more condensed.

The halo hanging from the back of his head also gave birth to a blazing light, becoming more and more real.

As it shook, countless sounds rang out from it.

"Hallowed be thy name, O my Father in heaven, thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven......

In the midst of the prayer, a faint but extremely pure holy power quietly emerged from it.

On his vanished arm, the remaining layer of light and flame-like holy power immediately merged into this new holy power like a swallow returning to its nest.

At the moment when this holy power disappeared, countless gray mist immediately floated out of his missing arm.

In the blink of an eye, a brand new arm appeared where it should have been.

Zhang Jiao, who was half-covering his eyes, also slowly lowered his arm.

The holy power that kept emanating from his left eye also settled down. In the empty eye sockets, a new eyeball also grew out synchronously.

Zhang Jiao raised his eyebrows, and the eyeballs in his left eye socket immediately turned forward and backward several times before he withdrew his gaze and stared at the nun in front of him.

"Do you still think I'm your master?"

During the inquiry, the faceless four-armed figure behind him immediately floated forward, as if integrated into Zhang Jiao's body, asking together.

"Do you still think I'm your master?"

Low, sharp. High, hoarse......

It was like the sound of hundreds of men and women mixed together, and suddenly it echoed in Belinda Modesti's ears.

"Do you still think I'm your master?"

Belinda Modesti reverently looked at the increasingly evil figure in front of her, and said with reaffirmation.

"Yes, you are my Lord. ”

Without hesitation, the Three Yang Talismans that had been given by him immediately emerged from the back of her head and neck, intertwining with the brilliance that gradually emerged from Zhang Jiao's body, becoming more and more shining.

A strange realization suddenly appeared in Zhang Jiao's mind.

"Saints. ”

"She was my first saint. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at Belinda Modèstic's admiring, reverent, and reverent gaze, and the palm that grabbed her neck immediately shook it fiercely.

"Uh......"

Belinda Modisty let out a muffled grunt, and then saw her lord rip a strange rune with a three-colored luster out of her body.

She did not resist in the slightest, nor did she ask the Lord why he did this, but stared at the figure of the Lord with her azure eyes, and did not leave for a moment.

Zhang Jiao looked at the Sanyang talisman that flickered in his palm, and his eyes suddenly revealed a light that fused with white and light gold.

I saw that a faint and small holy power immediately surged onto the Three Yang Talisman in his palm, and it was easy to purify all of it.

His heart suddenly turned up with a monstrous wave, full of countless doubts.

"How is this possible? How can I have holy powers?"

However, after clearly feeling that the power in his body was being assimilated into holy power all the time, he had to admit that he did have holy power inexplicably at this moment.

Zhang Jiao's heart suddenly moved, and the domineering pure and only holy power emerged from his palm again, standing still in his palm like a ray of light.

He stared at the pure light, and suddenly turned his head to look at Belinda Modesti's gaze at the same time, and countless pieces of information about the Sanctuary suddenly came to his mind.

Belinda Modesti was like an unguarded hard drive, allowing him to look through his memories at will.

"Genesis", "Revelation", "Matthew", "St. Proverbs", "Records of Kings", "Jude" and other scriptures and poems, as well as the origin stories of the Holy Religion all flow in Zhang Jiao's heart.

A moment later, a crazy hypothesis popped into his mind.

"What if there has never been a Lord in the world, or is the Lord dead?"

Zhang Jiao recalled his mission three in this world, the choice between light and darkness, and joined one of them until the final judgment came, and the other self just now had a glimpse of the abruptly revealed kingdom of heaven, but he became more and more sure of his own speculation.

"If that's the case, it makes sense. ”

Zhang Jiao turned around, looked at the cross hanging in the hall, and suddenly muttered to himself.

The third task of this world requires him to choose the side of light and darkness to join, but after this period of observation and experience, Zhang Jiao can say with certainty.

In terms of strength and power, the gap between the two sides is irreparable, even if all the dark parties are gathered, it is estimated that it will not be enough for the Holy Church to fight.

But after the experience of these worlds. Zhang Jiao never thought that the mysterious space would give such a disparity in options.

There must be a certain balance between the light and dark parties, otherwise this cannot be called a choice, but should be changed to a mandatory rule.

Zhang Jiao originally thought that this balance point was the three parts of the Templars, hostile to each other, and then the dark side had other hole cards, so he reached some kind of weak balance, so that the tasker could choose.

But now it seems that his guess may well have been wrong.

Because, the divine power has the master, and the divine power has the spirit.

Divine power is a great power that represents the recognition and recognition of the gods by sentient beings and rules, and is born.

It is impossible for a devout believer to misidentify a person or a god out of thin air.

Even if that devout believer were a saint-like being, there would never be such a possibility.

In particular, a saint would be mistaken for a god he believed in, which is simply a ridiculous thing to say.

Moreover, Zhang Jiao recalled the glance when the Kingdom of Heaven emerged, and the speculation in his heart became more and more certain.

Earlier, just as he stepped on the cloud steps.

The gate of heaven had already opened a crack slightly.

Through the cracks in the opening of the gates of heaven, he could see vaguely, in the kingdom of light.

On the throne, there is no figure.