Godhead Steal [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

Apollo put on a priest costume that could represent the light of the Holy See. He looked back at the priests who took care of him and led him to teach him to grow up. He pursed his lips and raised his chin.

The 16-year-old boy has a tall and straight figure, and the priest's robe that fits his body is completely different from the class that people recognize. The priest's robe with a white background is sealed with gold thread, and his broad shoulders prop up the collar. The hood on his head Letting it down reveals a head of golden hair that is as bright as the sun.

The wide sleeves were opened on the wrists, revealing the hands wrapped in white gloves, holding a staff in the hands, and the bottom of the fabric hanging from the neckline to the bottom of the robe was embroidered with the mark of the Holy See of Light.

Apollo and the Pope stand together, anyone with eyes can see at a glance that the priest's robe on the former is almost only slightly modified in the style of the Pope's robe, making it look less serious and restrained. It is more in line with the image of a vigorous young man.

Even the staff was made according to the model of the Pope's scepter.

Apollo clearly knew how high his status was.

"Restrain your arrogance, Apollo." The Pope patted him on the back from behind, with a lot of strength, and made a dull sound.

Apollo's expression remained the same, but his mouth shrunk, he restrained his sharp posture just now, his facial expression was slightly distorted, and then he twisted out a sunny smile that made people feel good at a glance, as if reborn.

The elderly Pope looked at his educational achievements and nodded in satisfaction.

Although he failed to cultivate Apollo into the most perfect image in his mind, he was satisfied enough that the child could put on such an expression on the surface.

"From today onwards, you are a priest." The Pope said, his eyes were gentle. He watched Apollo grow from a small group leader to such a big one, and taught him everything in this world, and taught him everything in his life. I taught Apollo little by little.

Now that the child raised by one hand is finally an adult, it's time to try to stand alone.

Apollo raised his eyelids, glanced at the Pope, stretched out his hand and stroked the tied green ball hanging on his wrist, calmed down his somewhat inexplicably fluctuating mood, turned his head to look at the Pope, and nodded.

The Pope has lost his temper for Apollo's attitude. This child has been so proud since he was able to take care of himself. There is also the small ball that the Pope of the Temple of Nature judged to be the God of Nature. As soon as he takes this thing away, Apollo's outburst of anger and madness could hardly be suppressed by Griffin Rider.

Think about the consequences of a newly promoted Griffin Knight joking with Apollo three months ago to hook his little ball away.

The knight and his griffin haven't managed to get up from the bed yet - of course there is also the reason why Apollo didn't allow the priests and priests to help them.

"You have to leave here to practice, my child." The Pope sighed, a little bit reluctant.

"I'm not your child." Apollo said ignorantly, and couldn't stand the Pope's ink, "I'm not this..."

Apollo paused, frowned, and clicked his tongue a little irritably.

Again.

This feeling of being about to blurt out but getting stuck halfway.

Apollo made sure he forgot something, and it was something very important.

He took a deep breath, stroked the gentle ball on his wrist, and barely suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

"Apollo." The Pope frowned and shouted, with obvious disapproval.

Apollo felt a little awkward looking at the old man's expression, and after a long while, he grunted reluctantly.

"Go, there are evil spirits in the west, this will be the first step of your trial." The pope said, retracting his loving gaze, becoming stern and solemn.

The word "trial" was repeated in Apollo's ears, making his mind buzzing.

However, without any more time for him to tangle, he went to the door, and a griffin stopped outside, screaming at him.

He raised this griffin by himself, and Apollo knew that the Holy See specially asked him to raise it to facilitate his future actions.

Apollo raised his hand and patted the griffin, which stretched its head and lowered its head to rub against him intimately, turned over on the griffin's broad back, and looked back at the place where he grew up.

Apollo, who should have felt strong reluctance, felt calm in his heart.

This place, which should be his home in concept, always has a very strong sense of disobedience in his eyes.

His home shouldn't be like this, Apollo looked away, reached out and patted the back of the Griffin under him, "Let's go."

The griffin let out a long cry, waved its wings to avoid the person holding its rein, and rushed straight into the sky with a gust of bitter wind.

Apollo looked down at the vast Holy See headquarters, and his eyes were blank for a moment.

It seems that in his impression, the Holy See should not be like this.

It should be more... Apollo thought that he was stuck here again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't continue.

He frowned tightly, and habitually reached out to caress the small ball on his wrist.

To be honest, he doesn't know what dissatisfaction he has with the Holy See, and even his belief in the God of Light is absolutely not as pious as any of the high priests in that hall, even if he is a person favored by the God of Light, or he Growing up in the Temple of Light did not make him feel much reverence for the God of Light.

Occasionally, he even felt that the statue should not look like that bearded old man, but should be him.

He was wrong to think so, Apollo was a little tangled, he didn't know where his blind self-confidence and terrifying rebellion came from, and according to the Pope's education to him, he should never grow up like this.

It's just that various ideas always popped up in Apollo's mind, and they were quickly accepted, but these things often contradicted the education he received.

The priests of the God of Light are always full of sympathy and compassion for people, but Apollo watched people groaning in pain because of their serious injuries, and wept bitterly because of their own misery. ripple.

——But he was still able to put on that expression of pity for all sentient beings to appease the group of mourners.

Just like now.

Apollo, who stopped for a short rest in a not so prosperous town, looked down at the people who hugged his legs violently and begged for his help. The pope reflexively hung on his face and corrected him countless times every day. With a gentle smile on his face, he spat out the power of light in his hand, calming down the emotions of the person holding his thigh, and took a step back without any trace, avoiding the fate of being held on his thigh again.

"My lord! My lord! I beg you!" The man knelt on the ground and cried, "Please save my wife."

Apollo looked down at the stain on the white priest's robe, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Isn't there a Temple of Light in this town?"

"We can't see the priests and priests here at all!" The man's voice attracted echoes, "They only care about the nobles in the city, and they need to pay for the treatment of civilians. We will pay the price even if we sell it Sorry!"

Apollo raised his eyebrows, his eyes revealing surprise.

He had been living in the Holy See of Light all this time, but he didn't know that there would be such a situation down below.

It’s no wonder that even though there is a temple in this town, people’s belief in light is somewhat weak. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be like this. One of the responsibilities of priests and priests is to spread the teachings, and they can accept gifts of thanks from believers. If you are ashamed in the middle, you should not force them to ask for payment.

The clergy of the Temple of Light have always done a good job in this regard, and such actions have made them quite popular, but the main source of finance for the Holy See still relies on those nobles and royal families.

These people are often not short of money, and they attach great importance to their lives.

The development model of the Holy See has given them a very high image in people's minds. There is also a reason for this rapid development.

"I remember that the rules of the Holy See are not like this." Apollo said, he turned his head to look in the direction of the temple thoughtfully, and found that the faith exuding from the temple was no longer so strong.

"It's not just us, it's like this in several surrounding towns." The man said, kowtowed again, and hit his forehead on the ground, thinking: "Please save my wife, sir, only you are the only foreigner." The priest will help us!"

Apollo looked down at him, smiled and bent over to help him up, and nodded.

The man's wife was very ill, but it was not difficult for Apollo to cure such a problem.

He silently watched the man and his recovered wife embrace each other tightly, and pursed his lips when he saw the sweet breath that almost made other people sick when they looked at each other.

A shadow flashed in his mind, but he couldn't see it or grasp it.

Again.

Apollo firmly held the small ball on his wrist, ignored the couple, took a deep breath, turned and left the dilapidated small farmhouse, just about to go straight to the temple in the city, but found that the farmhouse was already full of people .

Apollo was filled with a strong sense of boredom and destructive desire. Thinking of the Pope's teachings, he finally forcibly suppressed the tumbling rage, and followed the civilians to deal with various injuries of their family members or themselves.

As for prayer and confession, Apollo really didn't have that much patience.

When the priests and pastors of the city arrived after hearing the news, their legs went limp instantly when they saw the style of the robe on Apollo's body.

Apollo looked coldly at this group of priests and priests who had been fed like fat pigs, and now they were kneeling on the ground shaking like chaff, and frowned in disgust.

"I'm not the Pope." Apollo's voice was full of impatience, and he looked at the priest who was kneeling at the front and raised his head suddenly. It seemed that he should be the leader of this group of priests, and he felt that the other party had insulted that god. robe.

"How dare you wear this...!" The priest felt confident when he saw it clearly, and got up, but was kicked directly by Apollo, who stepped on his shiny face.

"I haven't finished yet." Apollo crushed for a while, feeling that the depression in his heart had dissipated a lot, then retracted his foot, and scratched the grass on the side a few times in disgust, "I am the next Pope, you Any comments?"

The priest shivered when he thought of the notice he had received before, and he didn't even dare to lift his face from the ground.

Just seeing the civilians behind Apollo, they all knew that this was not going to get better.

Apollo ignored the people kneeling behind him and rushed directly into the temple in the city.

The priests and priests behind him looked at each other in panic, but they had no choice but to get up and follow Apollo, and turned their heads to give the group of farmers a hard look.

They couldn't stay in this city until after this incident, but the reason why they dared to be so arrogant was that there was an archbishop standing behind them.

This group of people is not worried about being sanctioned, at most they are assigned to a lower place.

Moreover, although this young man is the next pope, he is not the real pope yet. What's more, the archbishop is deeply rooted in the Holy See and has a high reputation. Before Apollo was born, he was the most hopeful contender for the position of the next pope.

It's not that Apollo didn't notice the movement behind him, it's just that he kicked open the secret passage in the room of the leading priest, looked at the dozen or so beautiful girls with terrified faces locked inside, and looked back coolly .

"You guys are nice, huh?"

The priests wiped their sweat with a smile.

Apollo looked at them expressionlessly, and the group of priests were just quietly waiting to be reprimanded, but in this silence, they were horrified to find that they were being broken down into the power of light from the fingertips.

The power of light was forcibly stripped from the hands of these priests and priests, and devoured them completely. Apollo leaned against the wall, looked at the girls who ran out, looked down at the gradually gathering power in their hands, and teased them into a small The power of light from the ball scattered a piece of light with a wave.

In the end, all the priests left were priest robes that had been stretched out of shape even though they had been greatly modified.

Apollo threw a fireball and burned it.

In the next few days, Apollo wiped out several nearby temples of light that were on par with the city with extremely fast speed and ruthless means, and pretended to go back and directly wiped out the old background of the archbishop, and did nothing If the pope doesn't deal with it politely, he won't guarantee what he will do when he comes back.

The Pope looked at the extremely arrogant tone of the letter, sighed, shook his head, and waved his hand, but he directly sent someone to put the archbishop and his faction into the jail of sanctions.

The pope also still couldn't understand how Apollo's disregard for life came from.

He obviously saved those farmers, but he was unwilling to let go of the entire archbishop's faction—even if some of them hadn't done anything harmful.

Apollo's thunderous methods and the Pope's connivance and trust in him made the scalps of those who had other thoughts in their hearts go numb.

You must know that the archbishop played a large role in Apollo's growth.

Apollo didn't care about old feelings at all.

For a time, the atmosphere of the entire Holy See was shattered, and Apollo's ruthless toughness made many clergymen feel frightened.

——Everyone has done something wrong to some extent.

At this moment, Apollo, who made them worry, had arrived at the western border town alone.

And ran into a few mercenaries who pestered him and wanted to go to the dark land to hunt demons with him.

However, the God of Light, who had been resting for only 16 years but was getting older, looked at Apollo with satisfaction, and was quite satisfied with his handling of these matters.

A few small balls of light in his hands changed, and finally turned into a few human figures no bigger than fingers, exactly the appearance of those people who were entangled with Apollo.

And after countless years, Ali Kumon, who had become a land of exile, sat in the dark territory and listened boredly to Cain and Lucifer's report on the movement of the Effie Empire.

"Ali Kumon." An old voice sounded in his ear.

"Huh?" Alikumeng was stunned, the old woman's voice sounded so familiar, after a long while, he finally saw the result of the system analysis, his eyes widened in surprise, "God of destiny?"

"Yes, long time no see." Goddess of Fate smiled twice.

Alikumeng was stunned for a moment, then calculated the time, "...it's obviously only five days away."

"But in the past, it has been a long time." The goddess of fate is not as chatty as she was when she was young. , is it for a man named Apollo?"

"Yes." Ali Kumon asked Goddess of Fate worriedly, "I haven't dealt with those two people yet, what's wrong with you? How do you know about Apollo?"

"A part of Apollo's soul was brought to us by the God of Light." The Goddess of Fate smiled and sighed, "I knew that guy's brain structure was not right, but I didn't expect that guy to be with him in time." Nonsense."

Ali Kumon didn't understand.

"I guess, the guy of the God of Light probably wants that young man named Apollo to spend his life as a human being." Goddess of Fate sighed, "He always attaches great importance to human beings, and Apollo seems to have the same ideas as him. Quite the opposite."

"What?!" Ali Kumon felt that he probably heard it wrong.

"You know, the beliefs of other creatures are very important." The Goddess of Fate said, "He probably wants his inheritors to understand that there is a mutual relationship between lower creatures and gods, because there is no belief at all. There are quite a few gods whose godheads are ruled to smile."

"No..." Ali Kumeng's mind was buzzing, "You said that Apollo became a human...and spent his whole life?"

"Yes."

Ali Kumon's expression has changed from == to =口=

He thought it was just a vicious prank or something else at most, but he never thought about this possibility...

Ali Kumon was full of worries.

Live your life as a human...

Apollo, how are you, Apollo! ?

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