I Created The Longevity Club

"I understand." A thousand words in Lu Li's heart gathered into a nod.

Priestess seemed particularly surprised by Lu Li's calmness, but she didn't feel like saying anything more and just withdrew.

The next day, in the cathedral.

The pope and the bishops stood on a high stone platform, and countless priests gathered together to hold a farewell ceremony for Lu Li.

Although he, the Holy Son, does not have any real power, he still needs to have some face-saving projects.

"Come forward, my child." The pope with a compassionate face raised his hands and opened his arms and said.

Lu Li, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, slowly climbed up the steps and also came to the high platform and stood in front of the Pope.

He slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Lu Li's forehead - "Everyone has his or her status when he was called, and he must still maintain this status. Were you called as a slave? Don't worry about this. If you can It is better to be free than to be free. For he who is a slave is called by the Lord, and he who is a free man is a slave of God. Slaves. Brethren, each of you must maintain that status before God in whatever capacity you were called.

He is God’s servant, the one who avenges and punishes those who do evil. Therefore, you must obey, not only because of the punishment, but also because of your conscience. It is for this reason that you receive food, for they are God's ministers, always in charge of this matter. Give to anyone what is due him; to whom food is due, pay him; to whom tax is due, tax is due; to whom fear is due, fear him; to whom reverence is due, revere him. Owe no man anything except to love one another, for he who loves his neighbor has fulfilled the law. Hallelujah! "

The Pope finally finished reciting a long prayer and withdrew his hand from Lu Li's head.

"Let's set off," he said.

"Set sail!" The priests in the audience shouted in unison, and the heavy door of the cathedral slowly opened.

Lu Li took one last look at the place where the original owner of the body had been imprisoned for 20 years, and walked out of the church without looking back.

He would never come back, he thought.

On the city wall dyed with blood.

The knights wearing heavy armor leaned tiredly against the city wall, taking countless rests.

Every day, they had to face three waves of attacks that lasted for an hour - some even fell asleep standing there holding their guns. This group of brave paladins was really too tired now.

Healing can restore their injuries, but it cannot cure the fatigue and pain hidden in people's hearts.

"Monster! Monster!" Someone began to pray loudly, "God, please have mercy on me, eliminate all the disasters I am experiencing now, and let all the monsters outside die!"

However, his words were destined not to be heard by the gods. What greeted him back to the cruel world was a whistle!

The devil attacks again!

This time, the opponent sent a total of 5,000 demons. The human defenders were beginning to be overwhelmed, and some sections of the city wall had been breached.

"The Holy Son is coming to the front line in person!" Someone shouted, and the flame called faith in many people's hearts rekindled and they regained their confidence to fight.

"Kill these monsters! We will win the battle!"