Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

In fact, before today, Feng Yun always felt that his head was hot.

The expression of the god is always faint, he can't see the emotion in the other person's eyes, and he is not sure whether the god's preference for him is because of his high affinity for the light element or because the god also loves himself.

He's been thinking about it all the time, and he's never found an answer.

No matter how intimate they were, no matter how many times he said I love you, the god's answer would always be ambiguous.

In five years, even a rock should be warmed up, right?

Feng Yun had told himself more than once that perhaps it was time to keep a distance from the gods, and to be clear about his identity as a mortal.

But every hint is thrown away when seeing the other party.

He thought, to fuck the boundary between gods and mortals, I just like him, and I'm going to fall for him.

But now, on the day of adulthood, he saw the god's lips slightly pursed because of his words, and the eyes of the other party who dodged in astonishment under his question, and the last scruples in his heart disappeared.

"You tell me, you look at me, are you sorry?"

"No, it's time for you to go to bed." The God of Light still dodged his gaze, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

Until Feng Yun simply knelt down on one knee, holding his cheek firmly with both hands.

Only then did he see that the face of the young man in front of him was filled with joy that he had never seen before.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me the answer."

Feng Yun half-closed his eyes with a smile, and his dark brown pupils were illuminated by the light in the room, flickering faintly, "You don't need to tell me the answer."

He repeated it again, "If you're embarrassed to say it, I won't force you, it's not fun at all."

The God of Light blinked, and stretched out his hand to caress the back of Feng Yun's hand.

He is not good at expressing his love for Feng Yun in straightforward and explicit words.

This is very strange, after all, when facing other believers, he can express his likes and dislikes without any emotion, but Feng Yun is different.

The older you get, the more different you become...

"You are different." The God of Light clenched the hand next to his cheek, and said in a serious voice, "You are different from others."

Feng Yun smiled more happily, and this kind of happiness directly made the holy light around him brighter.But soon, he gathered up the escaping energy around him.

The patrolling magician outside felt the sudden powerful force, and asked worriedly at the door: "Lord Feng Yun, are you alright?"

"No! I'm fine." The voice from the room not only sounded fine, but also had a hint of joy.

The magician scratched his hood, is he so happy to fight tomorrow?But it doesn't sound like anything.

The breath outside the door gradually moved away.

Feng Yun stood up, wrapped his shoulders with one hand, and wrapped his legs with the other hand, and hugged the god. He said with a smile, "Can you make a barrier to prevent the perception of magic power?"

"Why do you want that?"

"I'm afraid that if I do it, I won't be able to control the power of the holy light on my body."

Feng Yun explained helplessly: "I don't want to be interrupted by the patrol team outside after I unwrap half of the adult gift."

He put the person in his arms firmly on the bed, and then leaned on him.

The God of Light frowned slightly, and blocked the man who had just grown up with his hand, "You still have to fight tomorrow, you said it yourself."

"That's what I said." Feng Yun took that hand and pressed it to his chest.

Inside the solid chest, a heart was beating vigorously—at a faster speed than ever before.

Feng Yun calmed down his breathing slowly, "But I thought about it again, and I feel that under the protection of the God of Light, I will definitely win tomorrow's battle, so..."

The God of Light's black hair spread out messily on the bed, he tilted his head in doubt, and said worriedly: "Is it okay that your voice is shaking?"

Feng Yun's lips moved a few times, and he admitted with a wry smile: "Okay, I'm a little nervous, I'm afraid that if I don't perform well, you will despise me."

"No." The God of Light did not expect such a reason, and it was quite novel. It was the first time he saw Feng Yun who was so nervous that he was trembling, "You didn't see the emperor or the pope like this."

"They count, cough, forget it." Feng Yun coughed lightly, making his voice less embarrassing.

He solemnly looked into the light brown eyes of the God of Light, and asked, "So, can I open my coming-of-age gift?"

The answer was Kami's slight "hmm" and a slight nod.

In five years, the 13-year-old simply thought that the God of Light was very beautiful;

At the age of 15, he was enlightened for the first time and dreamed of a beautiful and blasphemous scene; his wish was fulfilled on the day of adulthood.

While tasting the presents, Feng Yun suddenly remembered the problem when he was 13 years old, so he couldn't help but stop.

It doesn't feel good to not be able to make it.

Shenming half-opened his teary eyes, and heard Feng Yun's questioning with a smile: "Do you still remember the question I asked you when we first met?"

"What?" Shenming asked subconsciously, without thinking or recalling at all.

His answer obviously didn't satisfy Feng Yun, so it led to an even stronger offensive.

After a while, when his mind was more confused and he didn't want to think, Feng Yun stopped again, "Do you remember?"

Black hair wet with sweat snaked on his cheeks and forehead, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Shenming bit his lower lip and thought for a moment before recalling Feng Yun's question from his memory.

Five years ago, there was a reckless and daring child who sat on his lap and asked him if he could be his wife or something when they first met...

"Do you remember it?"

The God of Light nodded.

"Ahem, let me ask again, can you be my wife?"

The God of Light nodded again.

"I want to hear what's on my lips this time, is that okay?"

"Okay, I will."

Feng Yun was consummated, and his whole body was filled with a bright but not dazzling golden holy light in bliss.

If it weren't for the isolation barriers set up by the gods around the room, countless warriors who held long swords or held high fireballs misunderstood the enemy's attack and rushed into the room.

"I love you." Feng Yun leaned forward and kissed the god's lips.

The god responded seriously, "I still don't know what true love is, but I think you will accompany me to find it, right?"

"Yes, I will always be with you."

……

The knights of the temple received training from a young age, plus various system-enhancing potions and the enhancement effects carried by the elemental affinity itself, even if he didn't sleep all night, Feng Yun was still in good spirits.

Naturally, there was nothing wrong with the god. He watched Feng Yun put on the knight armor and asked casually, "I can give you an elemental blessing."

Feng Yun was about to put the helmet on, but when he heard the words of the God of Light, his movements stopped immediately.

Quickly walking in front of the god, he bowed his head and gently kissed and pecked the other's lips.

Elemental blessings were applied to his body during this contact, and the exhaustion that was still left disappeared immediately.

"Hey, help me put on the helmet." Feng Yun handed over the helmet in his hand, and then knelt down on one knee.

This is quite common in some romantic chivalric stories.

Before going out to battle, the knight kneels on one knee in front of his lover, and the other party puts on the helmet by himself, implying blessing and expectation, and some scriptures also have the meaning of coronation.

But all in all, putting on a helmet by a lover is a kind of romance unique to knights.

The God of Light put the helmet on Feng Yun, and a slight smile appeared on that pretty face, "I wish you a triumphant return."

"Your will, my sword."

The battle flags fluttered in the air, and the sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground was like a heart-shattering war song. The defensive magic array of the capital shone brightly, and the magic bomb of the trebuchet exploded on it.

The long sword was held high on the curtain of a clear and sunny day, and the tip of the sword shone with a cold and dazzling light under the sunlight.

The rebellious prince led a large rebel army composed of civilians and some enlightened nobles, roaring and rushing towards the old capital.

This war started in a cold winter and ended in a new cold winter.

Prince Chris held his head high, without any sadness or respect for his father on his face, "I declare!"

Everyone stopped cheering.

"The war—end!"

Even louder cheers resounded throughout the entire capital.

At this moment of celebration, Feng Yun had already left the palace area, and he was walking towards the Temple of Light.

Along the way, he stepped on the mess of war, avoided the bloodstains of corpses, ignored the terrified gazes of civilians hiding in the windows, and finally came to the magnificent and magnificent Temple of Light.

The Temple of Light closed its entrance during the war, and now there is no one outside at all.

But when he stood at the door, the door of the temple opened automatically.

The Pope held the scepter of light in his hand, and behind him were all the knights and priests in the temple who were waiting in formation.

"Your Majesty the Pope." Feng Yun smiled, "I am very happy to see that you are still in good health."

"Thank you for the blessing of the Lord." The Pope said slowly, "What are you doing here?"

"You are old, it's time to give up your position to me."

"Bold! Rebels, you have already betrayed my lord and the Temple of Light!" Wells is still that upright knight and Feng Yun's former instructor.

Feng Yun smiled and stepped into the gate of the Temple of Light.

The knights immediately stood in front of the pope and the priest, and Wells said again: "If you dare to move on, don't blame me for being rude!"

"I have never betrayed my god." Feng Yun shrugged helplessly, "Why don't you ask the God of Light yourself?"

As soon as his words fell, a powerful and transcendent holy light descended from the deep sky and enveloped the entire temple.

The golden light that escaped from the power sprinkled to every corner of the capital, regardless of high or low, life or death, it danced on everyone's body, repairing the pain of the living and comforting the soul of the dead.

The people in the palace noticed the image coming from the direction of the temple, so they couldn't help but not notice it.

Because that golden beam of light is too conspicuous, it is estimated that everyone on the entire continent can see it clearly.

That was the most powerful and gentle oracle sent down by the God of Light so far in human history.

No one can resist the power of the gods, even those who believe in other gods at this moment bow down respectfully in the direction of the beam of light.

Is this... the feeling of eating soft rice?

When everyone was saluting reverently, Feng Yun thought about it, this feeling is quite refreshing.

With the oracle of the God of Light, no one dared to stop Feng Yun from taking over the Pope's Scepter of Light and becoming the new Pope.

Wells complained aggrievedly to Feng Yun when he was drinking in the future, that was his best acting, and it turned out that he would not have violated the spirit of chivalry if he had known that the God of Light would issue an oracle.

Of course that's for later.

On the second day after Feng Yun became Pope, the former Pope left peacefully in his sleep.

His death did not alarm anyone, and was discovered when the attendants passed by the next day.

This elderly man maintained the operation and stability of the temple during this turbulent year, and now he can finally leave with peace of mind.

After the funeral, Feng Yun stood quietly in front of his coffin, staring at the pope's peaceful face for a long time.

"His soul has disappeared." The God of Light said beside Feng Yun.

"Well, he has worked hard this year."

Feng Yun gently twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a faint smile, "We should be happy for him, at least you appeared in his dream last night when he was dying."

It is enough for the pope that devout believers saw the Lord of faith before they died.

"You said... when will I die?" Feng Yun asked suddenly.

He is a human being, and his lifespan is no more than a hundred years.

The God of Light fell silent. He had been deliberately avoiding this question, but Feng Yun finally asked.

Feng Yun laughed, as if anticipating the god's silence.

"I asked a stupid question," he said.

"Then it's time for me to pass on his will, let's go." Feng Yun turned around and skipped the topic just now, "There is also the temple restructuring conference waiting for me to preside over it."

"Don't worry, no one will oppose you." Shen Ming followed Feng Yun's footsteps.

"I know because my Lord is on my side."

Reform is inevitable, not only the temple, but also the kingdom system.

Naturally, some people opposed it at first, but after the opposition, these priests all lost the power bestowed by the gods and became completely ordinary people, and ordinary people cannot become priests of the Temple of Light.

With the lessons learned from the loss of power after the resistance of several regional priests, the reform of the temple has been advanced in an extremely smooth manner.

The holy water of 10 copper coins is almost equivalent to free distribution, and many institutional methods for priests to collect money, such as atonement money, are prohibited.

Whether they are civilians or nobles, even slaves can enter the temple to pray for the protection of the gods and so on.

Although these many reforms still need time to be implemented, they have achieved considerable results in a short period of time.

This can be seen from the gradually increasing power of the God of Light.