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Chapter 256 Carrying Out God's Will, Controversy Between the Church of Love and the Fickle God (10K)

[Location: Ibel Federation · Royal Court · Royal Chamber]

Caesar slowly opened his eyes on the federal consul's seat.

An assistant civil servant standing beside him stepped forward and said softly:
"Consul, news has come. In the Grantham Territory, the Marquis of Grantham mysteriously disappeared not long after returning to the territory. The Silver Guard has basically confirmed the situation.

Calculate the time, they should be here soon, if there is still time. "

Caesar was silent for a while.

After a while, the assistant civil servant began to feel cold sweat, his voice began to tremble a little, and he stammered slightly:

"In fact, it should be able to catch up in time, it's just that it may be a little slower when it comes back."

While talking, the assistant civil servant who wanted to say more didn't say any more.

He could feel that there was no warmth in the consul's eyes, as if his eyes had completely passed him and turned to the boundless sky.

The solemn expression in this silence made him and the surrounding guards feel deep fear.

It's as if...

It seemed to be trapped in the deep sea. When I looked up, I saw a blue sea.

Silence, cold, darkness... Obviously they knew very well that this man was not angry because of them, but he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Because that man is really too strong.

It is so strong that it is almost recognized as the strongest human being, or in other words, almost can be removed directly.

If it is said that Lionheart can still be understood by people, let people understand what the upper limit that ordinary human top geniuses can achieve is like.

Then the Caesar consul is an existence that has completely exceeded their understanding.

If it is said that Pope Masefield of Holy Brinia, who also belongs to mankind, has come to this point by virtue of his own talent and the gift of God, then Caesar has become Miracle itself.

As long as he sits here, he is almost the pillar of the entire royal court. His power is so terrifying that it can even be said that even if he looks at the entire continent, he is an existence of the ultimate deterrent level.

It will be hard for future generations to imagine how this monster managed to turn the building from its collapse and protect the newly established Federation under its command in the age when human beings were still in turmoil.

If it hadn't been for the consul who had successfully provided sufficient protection for the nascent federation back then, and successfully won the precious room for growth, the enthroned Grand Duke of the later federation would not even have had the time to grow up.

Few people in later generations know that the Iberian Federation probably did not exist in the form of a federation at first.

Because in the era when people in the later generations didn't understand, as the only strong human being who could take it out of the nine major city-states, when several city-states were able to unite into a whole because of their mutual trust and back-to-back relationship... …

Compared with the federal system, the nine major city-states actually respect the monarchy.

Yes, Caesar was the man they thought deserved to be on that throne.

It may be difficult for future generations to imagine that, logically speaking, for the Grand Dukes, the federal system is actually easier to obtain greater autonomy, and there is more room for development in their own territories without being restricted.

For the entire union of the nine city-states of Ibel, whether the federation is not a federation may not be good for the future of Ibel, but it should be more beneficial for the princes who are in charge of the nine city-states.

But why did it develop into such a situation, most people hope that Ibel can move towards the monarchy?
The reason is simply because of Caesar.

There are no other redundant factors, because the person who took the lead in manipulating the Silver Guard at that time was Caesar.

At that time, when foreign enemies appeared in other city-states, Caesar was the first to support him as an ally.

Caesar was the one who almost defeated the dwarven vanguard of Forge Fort by one person.

……

Too many wishes have won too many deaths for this person. If there is a person who saves the world in the history of the Ibel Federation, he will be elected.

In that turbulent era, judging from the situation of the Ibel Federation, most people hoped to have a closer relationship with Caesar.

For example, the two sides have become a whole with similar interests, and the nine major city-states have become the people under his protection. In this way, the close connection may be able to exchange for more support from Caesar.

Such an outrageous choice would be unimaginable for many people in later generations.

Kyle had every chance to sit in this position, but in the end, he chose the federal system.

Yes... It was the federal consul who voluntarily gave up the address and moved towards a federal system, and promised everyone that the kingship has no eternity, and the monarchy is not conducive to Ibel's future.

In a blink of an eye, more than 200 years have passed, and the palace of Wang Ting has not yet welcomed a second owner.

Almost everyone tacitly suppressed those ideas that had no source. Together with several grand dukes, the consul silently became a part of the background of the entire federation, so many people completely forgot that the most powerful person who should belong to the federation The seat of power can be rotated.

It is impossible to say that no one thinks about it.

It is precisely because someone has thought about it that they understand how difficult it is to reach.

No one asked Kyle. If someone asked Kyle, then the first reaction in Kyle's mind was probably to laugh.

In the era before the United Nations was established, there used to be an official organization that claimed to unite countries all over the world.

In that official organization, there are five countries that are the strongest after five comprehensive evaluations, and they are generally called the five permanent members.

However, in the organization of that old era, there have been more than one country that tried to be selected as the sixth permanent member.

There are always some countries that have inexplicable illusions, thinking that the position is selected.

However, the entry ticket for that position will undoubtedly be issued.

To have a chance to enter this threshold, you have to show courage, show strength, and play the foundation of building a country.

The position of the consul is not the case.

Want to sit in that position?

It's ok.

Grand Dukes of the Nine Great Dukes, if you can get the support of half of the Grand Dukes, you will initially gain the threshold to sit in that position.

But the problem is...

Who is coming?

Don't forget that just within the Principality of England, the Lionheart officially decided to start the process of selecting a new Grand Duke, which has already caused a lot of trouble in the entire Federation.

There have been so many incidents in the position of Grand Duke alone, what about the person sitting in that position?
Why didn't Lionheart officially start the competition for the position of Grand Duke before Kyle's arrival?

Is it just to wait for Kyle?
No, it is not.

It's because in the entire Principality of England, there hasn't been a descendant who can have a certain chance to challenge the Lionheart.

Before this person was born, to easily start the succession of the Grand Duke would undoubtedly put the future of the entire Principality of England on the fire, and it would be irresponsible to the Federation.

The big fish that stirred up the entire Principality of England can be anyone from the scattered Lionheart family, and it may not even need to be a member of the Lionheart family. Anyway, there is such a means as marriage. If you can agree, there is no chance Take that seat.

However, no strength means no strength.

Even if you are allowed to sit on it, you won't be able to hold it, and when the time comes, there will be a lot of mud, and you have to let old people like Lion Heart come out to end it.

And the position of the consul... is more serious than the Grand Duke.

The simplest reason.

As an assistant civil servant, he is sweating profusely now, and he knows very well that for the Ibel Federation, someone who can resist the legendary Pope Masefield is needed.

If there is no such person, it means that in the collision between countries, the managers of the Ibel Federation will directly face the beheading attack from Pope Masefield.

For such a simple reason, everyone in the entire Federation was excluded.

Now, the chamber is silent.

Caesar sat in his seat without saying a word, just quietly watching the distant sky. After a long time, he suddenly laughed:

"Don't be so nervous, things are not as good as imagined, nor as bad as imagined."

Caesar's steady voice came, obviously he just said a word, but after this sentence, the atmosphere in the whole conference hall seemed to become less dignified.

Just as he finished speaking in this way, there was a sudden sound of wings waving outside the meeting hall.

The terrifying air wave crazily swept across the open space outside the meeting hall, but when it finally reached the meeting hall, it instantly turned into a gust of breeze.

Everyone could vaguely see the huge dragon body stretching outside, and instantly knew that it was the dragon cavalry group of the silver guard of the Royal Court.

A knight in full armor came to the meeting hall, walked directly in front of the consul without any scruples, lowered his head, and said a few words in a low voice.

When the consul heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Very well, this way, I can feel a little more at ease."

He turned his head to look at the crowd, stood up and said:

"Olivia and her students are nearby, with her there, don't worry too much about the problems over there.

After all, that was Olivia. Even if she was far from recovering now, it would be enough to delay the arrival of relevant support. "

When everyone heard the words, they were all ecstatic.

"Master Olivia is near there?"

"But Lady Olivia's injury hasn't recovered yet!"

"So what if it doesn't recover, after all, it's..."

"That's right, after all, it was the pride of our Federation."

"The strongest legend almost became the youngest demigod...if it wasn't for that incident."

"Shut up, this matter is not Miss Olivia's fault."

"I know, no one said it was her fault, but I didn't expect those guys to use such a dirty trick."

As if recalling some unbearable past events, the scene was silent, and a trembling voice sounded:

"I can't let it go, I really can't let it go at all! It's almost like we lost our generation's arrogance, and how many children we had placed high hopes on, just disappeared.

They are still very young, and they had the opportunity to see the scenery on the top of the mountain that we can't see, but now almost all of them were killed in that place.

Even Lady Olivia couldn't bear such pain in the end, so she chose to hide in Yingji Lance, and let time heal the trauma. "

The scene was silent, and for a moment, there was a trace of deepness in everyone's eyes.

After all, the bad consequences of that incident back then have not been remedied after so many years.

"Okay, there is no need to say more about what has been done. Based on the present and looking forward to the future, that is what we should do for the younger generation."

Caesar's consul gazed at the distant horizon.

In that direction, over the mountains, across the grasslands, there are birds flying across the swamp, and further forward, the more distant direction is where they focus——

Grantham collar.

"I will definitely catch up. This time, she will not be late again."

……

[Location: Grantham Territory in the northern part of the Iberian Federation]

Imre watched in pain as his father knelt down on one knee in front of the crusader war priest, offering his heartfelt gesture like a knight. In front of the priest, his eyes were full of freedom and relief. Light.

Imre couldn't understand, and tried hard to pull out the spear that pierced through his abdomen.

Finally, under the treatment of the Marquis of Grantham, his body recovered somewhat, and bright red blood spewed out again.

The Marquis of Grantham moved slightly, finally sighed, and said:
"My lord bishop, give my stupid son a good time."

"No, there is no sin in being a parent and loving your child so much, it's because the lambs have spent too long on the earth, and they always mistake the gifts of the gods for commonplace things.

But it doesn't matter...they still have a long way to go, and we still have a lot of time for them to truly feel the care of God. Why would they kill an outstanding young man here? "

The war priest said with a light smile, turned his head and raised his hands, a divine light shone on Imre.

But a blood-red mantra flashed from Imre's body, and instantly spread the war priest's magic.

"The intruder... I haven't fallen to the point where I need your mercy."

Imre's voice was filled with an indescribable pain, and an inexplicable and complicated emotion could be vaguely seen on that hideous face due to vomiting blood.

"It is because of such stubborn young people that we can always feel that the world is still running and changing!"

The war priest said softly, and walked straight to Imre, the five fingers of the wearer's gauntlet easily pinched Imre's head, and lifted him up.

Looking at the young man with eyes full of hatred, he sighed again and said:
"So, why don't you want to believe in a true righteous god? Obviously, our god is so loving and caring, and has given us the strength to go to the future generation after generation.

But... why don't you young people understand such a simple truth? "

As the blood from the abdomen continued to flow out, Imre's eyes did not look at the bishop in front of him at all, but kept looking at the direction where the Marquis of Grantham was.

Imre spoke word by word of his disbelief and unwillingness:

"Tell me, why? Why did you do this? Ibel asked us to stand up, but father, you have to kneel down again?
Why?tell me why? "

What returned to Imre was silence.

"It's for you to survive, child, your Grantham family is a family cursed by God.

You once committed an unforgivable sin, a tragic sin that you will never be able to repay in your lifetime.

From that moment on, each of your Patriarchs is full of original sin, and you need to pay a huge price to remove the curse that entangles you.

The Grantham collar is the result of your father's final choice in order to make up for this original sin. Now, do you really want to live up to the huge price your father paid to preserve Grantham's blood?
Son, I'm giving you one more chance to answer this question. "

A mouthful of bloody phlegm was directly spat on the face of the War Priest and Bishop. He did not get angry, but a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes:
"I, who violated your peace, should indeed be cast aside, but as long as the result is just, then I will bear this crime!
Tell me, child, what will you choose, will you listen to the teaching of my Lord? "

"Listen to you!" Imre cursed angrily.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the bishop's eyes, and he sighed in a low voice and said:
"This is really a regrettable ending, but Lord Grantham's dedication should be forgiven by the feedback.

Just this one time, don't take this as an example, be grateful, if you didn't have a loving father, you would be dead now. "

A ray of divine magic radiance continuously converged into Imre's body along his fingers, and soon the pierced body was repaired by the power of divine magic.

It didn't take long for his body to recover almost to the point of recovery.

Just when he was about to say something more, suddenly a coldness that went straight to the bone marrow activated his body's reaction.

He subconsciously wanted to say something more, but was blown away by a shock.

When he regained his composure and took a closer look, a Winged Human God's Chosen One with wings on his back stopped in front of the War Bishop at some point.

Olivia, Elana's teacher, is now full of anger.

She ruthlessly waved the sharp blade in her hand, and the streamer-like sharp blade instantly changed its direction, like a silver tassel passing through the air.

The Winged Human God's Chosen took a step back in pain, cheating and half of his wings were instantly torn to pieces under this vigorous force.

The blood-stained feathers scattered all over the sky looked hideous and beautiful.

At this time, the Chosen One of the Winged Human Race had quietly left the battle scene with the War Priest, Bishop, and the Marquis of Grantham.

Olivia was about to attack, but found a terrifying roar coming from outside the city wall.

In the sound of that explosion, the city wall coated with the forbidden magic stone was shattered with brute force.

Just now, the Winged Man Shenxuan, whose arms and wings were broken, stood at the broken city wall with a gloomy face.

Behind him, there was a burst of mourning, and a group of ragged and decayed people supported the fragmented barrier and slowly crawled out of the pit after the [Venus] was detonated.

After the barriers converged, they were quickly connected into a whole and merged into the body of the God's Chosen in front.

Instead, the physical aura of the God's Chosen continued to grow.

"trouble……"

Olivia glanced at a corner of the city wall that had been violently destroyed by a group of distorted "creatures", her body flicked slightly, and directly threw the unconscious Imre into a corner.

Then, her body blurred again and appeared in the sky.

"It's another combination of God's Chosen and Petitioner Legion... You really like playing this game."

God's Chosen with the blessing of the Petitioner Legion, as long as they don't take the initiative to leave the range covered by the power of the Petitioner Legion, the barrier strength that can be generated is so high that it can be said that it is an indestructible tortoise shell.

Olivia originally planned to kill the war priest and bishop just now, but because the Winged Human God Chosen took the initiative to block the gun, she failed to accomplish her goal in the end.

Now [Venus] did not kill those petitioner legions immediately after the explosion. Even if Olivia has not figured out the situation, she can understand that it must be [Venus] before it was detonated. what is the problem.

"It didn't kill you this time, let you hide back, you are lucky.

But...you can't be so lucky every time. "

The expression on Olivia's face remained unchanged, and she sighed softly in her heart.

Sure enough, the body is still a lot worse before it can recover to its peak!
If it was the past, even if it was a bullshit God's Chosen standing in front of him, so what?

Just be with him directly, and cut the bishop in half.

Where is it like now...

She looked at the Winged Man who was about to move, and a mocking expression flashed on the corner of her mouth.

After a moment, she raised her hand.

The expression on the other side's God of Choice immediately became tense.

Olivia didn't say anything more, just read softly:

"The field expands..."

The Winged God's Choice raised the protective barrier in front of him to the maximum without hesitation.

"Empty Splitter!"

A dark beam of light descended from the sky.

Amidst the howling black light, the terrifying rift completely shattered the area around the city wall, and the terrifying spatial turbulence wanted to erase all the surrounding phenomena.

When the dazed Imre came back to his senses, everything around him had returned to silence.

On the surface, a bottomless crack ran across the city of Grantham like a scar.

At this moment, the huge city of Grantham was split into two parts in an instant under the attack of dividing the territory.

Olivia snorted coldly and said, "Those who cross the line without authorization, kill!"

The God of the Winged Human Race looked at the abyss that was thought to be split. For him who has wings, as long as he heals his body, he can fly through this abyss.

but……

The Legion of Petitioners couldn't get past it.

If the petitioners couldn't follow, it meant he had to bear this terrible onslaught alone.

Undoubtedly, if he hadn't received divine grace or special grace, he would have no way of defeating the woman in front of him with his own strength.

He doesn't want to die yet.

The two sides looked at each other shakingly, and the battle situation was completely deadlocked for a while.Olivia didn't care about the other party's opinion at all. She took out a bottle of wine from the space equipment, swiped the knife lightly, and the bottle came off automatically.

She raised the wine bottle and drank tons and tons.

That casual attitude caused the mentality of the Winged Human God's Choice on the opposite side to explode, but he looked at the dark crack that spanned tens of kilometers, and once again dispelled his intention to attack it by force.

"Even if you win this time...I never thought that you would be able to restore your strength to such a level when there was such a huge problem back then.

You humans are really full of talents.

Whether it's the consul, your grand dukes, or the magical monarchs who have been growing over the years, your generation, and the famous Viscount Heloise.

If we had been able to produce such a large number of talents in the winged human race back then, perhaps we would not have come to where we are today. "

The God of the Winged Human Race slowly inserted the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard, and glanced coldly at this woman, who can be regarded as one of the best geniuses in human history, with a trace of pity flashing in her eyes.

Seeing that he was about to take down this extremely important strategic place for Holy Brinia, but because of a legend that suddenly appeared, he was crucified here, so he could only waver and confront.

He could feel that the woman was not joking.

If she dared to cross that abyss and come to fight alone, she would really dare to shoot him here without mercy.

He took a deep breath, feeling that he was going to live up to the entrustment of Pope Masefield.

The Chosen of the Winged Human Race snorted softly, and in the end could only look at the Petitioner Legion, which had suffered heavy casualties.

If it wasn't for her noticing something was wrong just now, consuming a blessing bestowed by God, forcibly resisting the explosion of that thing and the filthy power released, it might have really made those damned silver guards succeed up.

Even so, their overall condition is also very bad now, and even a considerable part of the petitioner's body has been melted like a block of wax, just relying on the formatted mind and the strength of the petitioner legion , Barely maintaining the human form without collapsing.

In fact, many petitioners have entered the stage of being scrapped at any time.

After thinking about it, knowing that there was no way to take advantage of the battle, he simply chose to turn back.

Because of the sudden outbreak of [Venus], the crusaders who were heading directly in this direction were forcibly isolated by the pollution source released by [Venus].

Even as an enemy, he had to admit that those silver guards were really good.

Without hesitation, they rushed in and detonated the most critical crowd, so that the petitioner legion that hastily opened the [Mobile Church] failed to catch the first wave of impact.

If the petitioner army was intact, even if he directly fought against that Olivia, the chance of winning was relatively low, and he would not have any fear.

He has the determination to die.

But now, the probability of winning is 0.

It is impossible for him to directly lead this group of remnants and defeated generals forward, that is not going to die, that is sending them off.

He had to consider the overall strategy of Holy Brinia. These petitioners were very valuable coins, and they needed to achieve the results they deserved for their expensive prices.

Finally, he turned his gaze into the distance.

There was a sternness in his eyes.

This group of petitioners is close to being reimbursed. In this case, let's use their remaining value and use their own lives to open a road from the polluted area.

Soon, he turned around and led the petitioner army in the direction he came from.

The pollution from the Venus explosion is very strong, but no matter how strong it is, it cannot be overwhelmed. Be prepared to set up the petitioner legion of the [Mobile Church], especially when the Winged Human God Chosen regards them as coins that can be consumed at any time... …

So, as the night gradually darkened, a petitioner lined up in two rows, knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and kowtowed on the ground again and again.

The glittering [Mobile Church] forcibly opened up a road that will not be affected by pollution on the ground where pollution forces are raging.

The Chosen of the Winged Human Race led the War Priest Bishop and the Marquess of Grantham through the corridor supported by the mobile church.

The one-winged man and one bishop didn't have the slightest fluctuation on their faces, allowing those petitioners to kowtow on the ground again and again.

There was a trace of complexity in the depths of the Marquis Grantham's eyes, and he quietly hid the emotion, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

"arrive."

At the end of the passage, the Marquis of Grantham heard the voice of the God-Chosen of the Winged Human Race. He looked at the Priest and Bishop of War indifferently, and said in a commanding tone:

"Justice requires sacrifice, human beings, let those war priests and warriors come forward, we need more petitioners."

When the War Priest and Bishop reacted immediately, he refused without hesitation: "No, let the ordinary soldiers of the Crusaders complete the transformation first!
War priests... War priests are also very troublesome to cultivate, how can they be wasted so easily! "

He naturally has his own little Jiujiu in his heart.

After all, the main group of this war priest is his subordinates. If his subordinates suffer heavy casualties, then even after completing God's will this time, he can sit on the archbishop, and there is no one who is easy to command under his command. So what's the point of the archbishop sitting on it?
However, when he saw the cold gaze of the winged human race's god-chosen, he still compromised.

He had a feeling that if he dared to refuse, the sharp sword that was supposed to cut at the enemy would cut directly at himself.

It's... not because of fear!

correct!He just wanted to continue to carry out God's will!

Soon, accompanied by a painful wail, the eyes of the war priests and crusaders lost their brilliance.

A new Legion of Petitioners was born at this moment.

At the same time, the original crusaders were completely exhausted.

"This is war!"

The war priest bishop murmured, with a little fear in his eyes, he looked at the winged human god who was wiping the sharp blade in his hand, and whispered:

"Are you saying we're going to win the war this time?"

The God of the Winged Human Race did not speak for a long time.

For a long time, he looked at the war priest and bishop.

This petitioner army also lacks a powerful brain that can relay calculations.

Thinking of this, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the winged human race's god-chosen.

After a while...

The eyes of the war priest and bishop lost their brilliance, and the expression on his face was so crazy, he shouted loudly the teachings of the goddess he believed in.

He was made into a petitioner.

The Marquis of Grantham on the side had a cold sweat on his face, and when he saw the eyes of the Winged Human God's Chosen looking at him, he almost turned around and ran away.

However, the Winged Human God Chosen shook his head and said: "Don't worry, you have made great contributions to Holy Brinia, you are different from them."

The Marquis of Grantham reluctantly nodded, suppressing the beating of his heart that seemed to be jumping out of his chest.

Soon, the scene returned to calm.

At this time, it was late at night.

……

At the same time, another place thousands of miles away.

[Location: Holy Brinia, Holy Mountain, Headquarters of the Church of the God of Love and Change]

"Then, let's start our internal seminar of the God of Love and Change. Regarding this expedition of justice, I would like to ask everyone for their opinions and suggestions on the next actions of the Crusaders."

Pope Masefield, who was sitting in the center of the chamber, tapped the table lightly, attracting the attention of the archbishop and bishops of the Church of the God of Love and Change.

As the current manager of the church, Masefield was originally from the church where the God of Love and Fickleness resides, but later he went to the Church of the Lord of Dawn and became the contemporary pope.

This incident caused quite an uproar in the Church of the God of Love and Change in the early years.

Later, the former pope of the Church of the God of Love and Change died suddenly due to an accident. According to the normal process, a new pope should be selected from among the archbishops.

However, the oracle that came down suddenly changed everything. The Pope election that was going on was suddenly stopped, and instead, Masefield, who was then the Patriarch of Dawn, took over temporarily everything in the Church of the God of Love and Change. .

Since this oracle came from the goddess, and because Masefield was the Pope of Lathander at that time, he was a powerful existence. After a moment of hesitation, the Church of the God of Love and Change chose to compromise.

So there is the most outrageous situation in history where one person concurrently serves as two popes.

This kind of power completely surpassed the single Orthodox Church, causing some people to give the title of Pope to this powerful existence.

The gift of the four gods is inferior to that of the relatives of the four gods, but it is much more noble than the selection of the four gods.

According to normal circumstances, no one at the scene should dare to disobey the will of the Pope Masefield.

Because everyone knew that this crusade was organized by the powerful Pope.

What's even more frightening is... Many believers chose to believe and accept what he said, without considering the logic of privately invading other countries at all.

Suddenly, an archbishop sitting in the meeting room stood up, came straight in front of Pope Masefield, and said in a deep voice:

"Master Masefield, you are deliberately inciting a war between the two countries! You are stepping on the teachings of the righteous gods, disregarding the future of the entire Holy Brinia, and taking advantage of the current contradiction It hasn't fully erupted yet, so please stop!"

When Masefield heard the words, he touched the table lightly with his fingers. After a while, the pope did something very excessive. killed.

The cross blade filled with bright holy light slowly disappeared, and he looked at the other archbishops:
"Is there any problem with Archbishop Benoy taking over this position?"

Masefield sat on the throne in the middle of the church, his eyes as cold as February snow.

Archbishop Benoit took a step forward, squatted down, and gently closed the eyes of the admonishing archbishop, then got up and said:
"In the year 783 of the Shenhua calendar, Pope Masefield of the holy Brinia, under the pretext of God's will, attempted to capture the Ibel Federation under the guise of the steel eagle Grantham offering soil."

Masefield smiled, and there was no hint of anger in his smile. He raised his hand again, symbolizing the rising of the holy cross.

Blood bloomed on Archbishop Benoy's body. He grabbed the scepter in his hand, knelt down slowly, and stopped breathing.

Pope Masefield once again looked at Thanos, the last anti-war archbishop of the Church of God of Love and Fickleness, and said softly:

"Thanos, this is an expedition of justice, not a savage aggression, I am your Pope, how could I lead you into the abyss of evil?

Stop dismembering the Ibel Federation, don't mention it again, for the sake of the purity and cleanliness of the world, this is a necessary sacrifice. "

Archbishop Thanos took a deep breath, tightly clutching the scepter in his hand representing the authority of the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Love and Fickleness.

It has been so many years, and he has paid such a high price to get to this point, what is it for?

Is it for the right to stand above ordinary believers?

Obviously not.

He took a step forward, shook his head and said, "It is my duty as an archbishop to do things of great love. I have given up my duty to seek a living. Why don't you just let me die here!"

Masefield was stunned, and heaved a long sigh: "Go, go back to where you should go."

"You can think about it, I will publicize this matter to the congregation."

Masefield laughed back angrily, and the laughter echoed in the meeting hall of the church headquarters.

"Do you think those believers who can't even believe in themselves will believe it? Do you think they believe in me, Masefield, or in you?"

"Some people will believe it. The goddess teaches us that when we need it, we can use fickleness to gain a chance to live, but also when we need it, we must die generously for love.

Now, the time has come for me to die generously. "

He inserted the scepter in his hand representing the identity of the archbishop in the chamber, turned and left.

He's going to do what he has to do.

Thanos returned to his home and saw Archbishop Robert of the Church of the Lord of Dawn rushing over.

The godfather of Kyle was in a hurry, and when he saw Archbishop Thanos, he said:

"I thought you had died under Masefield's hands, old friend, the unjust war has become a fact, and I must stop it.

The holy mountain is to provide faith to the confused people who have no direction, and guide them to an orderly and happy future under the teachings of righteous gods. It should never be to do unrighteous things in the name of gods. "

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　Street diary:
　　【Strange daily life】

　　Calculating the time, Luoluo's birthday is stuck on March 3th, two days before it is March 10 Women's Day, and two days after it is International Arbor Day.

　　Many, many years ago, a good friend of Luoluo was still complaining about my birthday, saying:

　　"It's not a good time for your birthday. It's so bad that it's too late."

　　That day, Luoluo became so angry that she almost knocked his head off.

　　Fortunately, he immediately added a sentence: "Oh, I am also March [-]th."

　　It can be seen that my friend had a strong desire to survive back then, but Luoluo originally wanted to buy himself some birthday presents on March [-]th.

　　Unfortunately, I saved a lot of money this month, and I ran out of money. As a result, I couldn't even afford a birthday present, 1551!

　　Damn, I thought the novel tax rebate would be refunded early this year, but it is still under review. It seems that there is no chance to prepare a gift for myself on my birthday.

　　I'm going back to my sister's wedding on March 3th, I guess I have to save the manuscript in advance, I'm afraid it will be very hard these few days

　　(Comment: The guide is really good. This month, the manuscript fee has dropped. It is estimated that it will drop to the limit. It was pulled abruptly. It should not drop too much)

　　【Chapter Push Diary】

　　Introduction: In Xianxia novels, the hero is Zhang Bairen, and the golden finger is the Nantianmen, who can travel through the heavens and worlds.

　　The main world is a world of comprehension where Taoism flourishes, and the second world is the world of martial arts at the end of the dynasty.

　　Different worlds have different time flow rates and different backgrounds. The setting is quite interesting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)