Godhead Steal [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

That night.

Tully Continent, in an ordinary and peaceful small village.

A pregnant woman with blond hair and blue eyes is being assisted by her mother in labor.

The village was quite lucky, for they had a simple temple, and had the good fortune to have the favor of an archbishop who passed by here long ago - and when he returned to the headquarters of the Holy See, he actually sent a The pastor came to this peaceful small village.

At this moment, the somewhat old pastor was standing outside the delivery room, blessing the mothers inside with bright blessings.

The face of the family of the pregnant woman did not look very good, because the pregnant woman went in at nine o'clock in the morning, and it was already dark by now.

Fortunately, the mother's body is quite healthy and tough. After an arduous wait, cheers finally came from the delivery room.

The old pastor breathed a sigh of relief, took the water handed by the person beside him, and before he could catch his breath, he was shocked by the sudden strong light in the room, and his somewhat cloudy eyes widened in surprise.

In the delivery room, the baby held by the mother of the parturient is completely different from the newborn baby they know.

Her grandson was swaddled in soft cotton cloth, not at all red like other newborn babies, but the body grew rapidly after leaving the mother's body, and the skin had already become pale in just a few breaths. Pink and fair.

While the old man was in shock, a bright light suddenly burst out from the baby, broke through the roof and went straight into the sky.

The night was torn apart by this intense ray of light, illuminating the mountains surrounding the entire village.

After a brief daze, the elderly pastor outside the door knelt down tremblingly, facing the direction of the delivery room, kissed the ground, and chanted the blessing of the God of Light.

In the temple of light floating in the void, standing quietly in the center of the hall, the god of light with closed eyes opened his eyes. His face was majestic. Even though his white hair showed his old age, those sharp eyes were not at all because of his old age. It is somewhat restrained by the appearance of going away.

The scepter in the hands of the God of Light was taller than himself. He turned around with the long scepter in his hand, and the bottom of the scepter hit the hard ground of the temple.

He stretched out his palm and pressed it down, and the beam of light that shot straight into the sky was fleeting.

The majestic God of Light sat back on his throne in his temple, and a sleeping baby appeared in the void directly opposite him.

Blonde hair, fair skin, full of closeness to the light.

The gods on the throne showed gentleness and kindness in their eyes, just like the old human beings looking at their offspring.

"The inheritor..." the God of Light sighed, and after a while, he smiled softly, rubbing the lines on the scepter with his hand, sighed, and stretched his waist without any image, "I thought I This old bone can't wait."

Suddenly, a gentle green light leaked from the phantom's hand, and the God of Light gave a light sigh, thoughtfully.

And the baby sleeping in its swaddle knows nothing of the gods who watch over it.

The woman holding him turned pale with fright, but everyone in the room felt extremely comfortable, and even the mother who had been tortured enough had the strength to sit up by herself.

"Mom, my child..." The mother's face was still a little pale, and she was looking at the swaddling baby in her mother's hands with full expectation.

The woman looked back at her daughter in a panic, told her to take a good rest, and left the room with the baby in her arms.

The old pastor had already stood up with the support of the people beside him. He looked at the baby in the woman's arms. As a devout clergyman, the old pastor could clearly perceive the baby's affinity for light.

He took the baby over and glanced at the old woman who hesitated to speak, "What's wrong?"

"Master Pastor, the light just now..." The old woman glanced at the baby hesitantly, "This child..."

"This child is very lucky. He is chosen by the God of Light." The old pastor said, teasing the sleeping baby in the swaddle, and hooking his little hand, only then did he realize that the child seemed to be holding something in his hand.

The old woman was relieved when she heard the words - she was still worried that if it was some kind of monster, the whole village would be in bad luck if the Holy See tracked it down.

After receiving such an answer, the old woman was completely relieved and looked at her grandson with fanaticism—as a believer in light, the offspring can give birth to the patrons of the God of Light, which made the old woman feel a little bit more. become bewildered.

She stretched out her hand towards the old pastor, as if she wanted to hug the child.

However, the old pastor shook his head to avoid her, and gently stroked the baby's hand with his last remaining power of light, and a round green ball rolled down.

As soon as the bead left his hand, the child who had been sleeping peacefully opened his eyes suddenly, and obvious anger and momentary panic erupted in the golden eyes, and then he... cried out with a "wow".

The old pastor quickly stuffed the ball that had rolled to the side into his hand, and the child held the ball tightly, and stopped crying in an instant.

But crying is not to cry, but because of the toss just now, he has no sleepiness.

The beautiful and clear golden eyes were dazed, and then he shook his head and looked around ignorantly, his eyes were full of curiosity about the world.

The old pastor breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted the baby with unskilled techniques.

Seeing that the old priest had no intention of returning the child to her, the old woman thought that the patron of the God of Light was brought into the Holy See after being discovered in the past, and knew that the rumor was probably true.

She lowered her eyes and sighed, but she just looked sadly at the baby in the old pastor's arms, "Master pastor, please give this child a name."

"It's not me..." The old pastor was about to refuse, but suddenly he was so blessed that he said, "Apollo."

The old woman looked at him blankly.

"The child's name." The old pastor came back to his senses, a little surprised, but more excited, he knew that it was an oracle from the God of Light just now.

Being able to personally experience the oracle of the God of Light, the old pastor felt that this life was worth it.

"Apollo..." the old woman muttered, as if afraid that she would forget.

"Madam, you should know." The old pastor straightened his face and looked at the old woman. "The child... the Holy See has to take it away. There was a lot of movement just now, and the Pope must have known about it."

The Holy See has always treated it with the most prudent attitude towards the blessing of light that is rare in thousands of years.

The old woman nodded, her eyes were still sad, she looked at the baby in the arms of the old pastor, and asked with some hesitation: "My daughter has never held Apollo... I beg you to be merciful, let my Give him a hug, daughter."

The old pastor's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the old woman with some pity.

He knew that the family had been waiting for this child for many years, and finally conceived at the beginning of the year. After ten months of care, the child was going to be taken away after birth.

The old pastor couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

After a while, the old pastor nodded and handed Apollo to the old woman.

The headquarters of the Holy See is some distance from the village.

The nearest town with a teleportation array would take two days to come to this village even if you rushed to the village.

But the people of the Holy See passed the night and arrived at the village just before dawn.

The old pastor looked in shock at the fifty griffins in the sky, and he deeply realized the importance that the Holy See attaches to the caretakers of light.

That is almost the candidate for the next Pope identified by the God of Light, and he will be under the command of the God of Light even after death.

Half of the Griffon Knights rushed over from the Holy See headquarters for the care of the light.

The old pastor sighed, knocked lightly on the door, and walked in after getting an answer.

The eyes of the old woman and her daughter were a little red, but there was still gratitude in their eyes when they saw the old pastor.

They only have so little time to get along with Apollo. After Apollo is picked up by the Holy See of Light, they will grow up under the care of the Holy See and have nothing to do with them.

No matter how reluctant, there is no way to compete with the Holy See.

What's more, as believers in the light, they don't think there is any problem with handing over their children.

The leader of the steadfast Griffon Knight followed the strong power of light, stood outside the door of this low farm house, and knocked on the door politely.

The old pastor took the child over, and Apollo, who was holding the green bead in his hand, slept soundly.

The Griffon Knight watched the door open, and the old priest came out with Apollo in his arms, handed him over to the serious-faced knight, and handed them two feeding bottles engraved with thermal circles.

"His name is Apollo." said the old pastor.

The knight nodded, and took the bottle stiffly, at a loss.

The old priest demonstrated how to feed the child. The knight nodded half-understood, carefully hugged the soft lump in his arms, and looked at the old priest: "The Pope said that if you wish, you can go back to the Holy See headquarters with us." .”

The old pastor looked up at him blankly, shook his head after a while, and said, "I'm old."

The knight didn't say any more, and whistled, and a griffin in his prime swooped down from the sky and landed on the flat ground not far away.

He nodded to the old pastor, and rolled onto the back of the griffin with Apollo in his arms, forming a barrier for the fragile baby to avoid the terrifying wind blade in the sky.

The old pastor watched as the griffin army left the village surrounded by the griffin carrying Apollo.

In the Temple of Light, the God of Light closed his eyes, and was in contact with the God of Nature, who had an unbelievably gentle personality.

"You already have an inheritor?" The God of Light looked at the god who was also showing his old age - different from his majesty, the God of Nature looked like a gentle old man with kind eyes.

"Yes, it happened a long time ago." The God of Nature nodded, his movements had become a little sluggish, and although his eyes were gentle, they had also become a little cloudy. The God of Nature had even slowed down his thinking. , he seemed to realize something, "You also have an inheritor?"

"En." The God of Light paused, and said with a smile, "He seems to have a very good relationship with your inheritor."

The God of Nature reacted for a while before smiling and nodding. He didn't look surprised.

The two aged gods looked at each other from a very distant void, and sighed deeply at the same time for a while.

The whole oracle was groggy and twilight.

The rules of the whole world are crumbling due to the reckless actions of too many outsiders, but they, a group of gods who should live forever, are slowly approaching the end of their lives over time.

Only they have to make sacrifices if they want to keep the world going.

The world made up of rules gave them the power and supreme honor to create. Now the rules are crumbling for some unknown reason. Rather than just die like this, it is better to contribute the last strength to the existence of this world.

Inheritance is an idea born among the gods after the goddess of fate made the prophecy of the destruction of the gods.

It's not just the God of Creation. Most of the gods have passed it on. Most of the aboriginal gods in the Tali Continent want to do something for this world.

"That Gilgamesh later..." The God of Light looked at the God of Nature and asked, "Did you get the Godhead of Life?"

"Not at all." The God of Nature responded for a long time before replying. The God of Nature, who has a younger sister of the God of Fate, is not shy about revealing this, "He died in the end."

"Then I'm relieved." The God of Light grinned and laughed a few times, but there were traces of time.

The God of Nature also smiled in agreement. After a while, he sighed, "I'm a little tired."

The God of Light looked at his friend with imperceptible worry in his eyes.

"It's not that day yet." As if sensing the worried gaze of the God of Light, the God of Nature said soothingly, "I won't leave you behind."

The God of Light scolded something with a smile, and then sighed: "You rest."

The God of Nature nodded and cut off their connection.

The God of Light rubbed his forehead tiredly, leaned back on the back of the throne chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

When he opened his eyes again, time had dragged its tail for sixteen springs, summers, autumns and winters.

Apollo, who was pulled by him and born on the Tali Continent that had not yet become a land of exile, is being crowned by the Pope today.

Become an official... Priest.

The God of Light raised his eyebrows, and there was a mischievous joy in his eyes.

☆, something is wrong