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The Atlanta Federation was formerly known as the Atlanta Empire. Like the Byron Empire, it was one of the four major religious states in the constellation Cetus.

100 years ago, an earth-shaking coup took place in the Atlanta Empire, changing the monarchy to a federal democracy, and began a series of reforms to weaken the influence of religion and get rid of the control of the Holy See.

Their religious reform gradually affected many countries in the star field.

For a long time, the Holy See has adopted sanctions against Atlanta's disrespect.From early economic sanctions to later military sanctions.The Holy See publicly declared that the Atlanta Federation had rebelled against the Holy See and the Holy Lord, and the countries in the constellation Cetus had the right to launch a military attack on it and occupy its star field.

In the early years, the Byron Empire had been at war with the Atlanta Federation for 20 years.It's just that Atlanta's military power is strong, and there was a handsome God of War supervising the battle at that time.The Byron Empire didn't take advantage of it, and in the end they only grabbed a few mine stars.

In the past 100 years, although the Atlanta Federation has been continuously provocative and invaded by neighboring countries, and the area of ​​the star field has been losing, it has always stood firm and maintained its independence.

He is like a strong man who has suffered a lot but has not surrendered, and has become a spiritual leader.In the past twenty years or so, more and more young people regard the spirit of Atlanta as a guide, no longer believe in the Holy Ming religion, and have many new beliefs of all kinds.

"The Federation of Atlanta is not a utopia." At the dining table in the Parthenon Manor, the Duke of Oran sneered while cutting the grilled lamb chops, "The so-called federation is nothing more than the emperor's family, and several big families take turns. It’s all just sitting on the throne. Every election of the federal president is an ugly political show, and bloody killings that cannot be seen. Only those humble ant people will believe in their set of freedom, democracy, and independence...their respect for the Holy Lord Power knows nothing at all!"

Leon, who has always been buried in his meal and silent at the family table, made an exception.He asked abruptly, "Father, are you a devout Christian?"

Everyone at the table raised their heads in surprise and stared at Leon, as if seeing a wine bottle on the table speak.

Leon looked at his father without ignoring people's eyes: "Do you believe that the Holy Lord really exists? Does he really have that magical power to save the world?"

The Duke chewed the lamb chops calmly: "I am far from devout, son. But I do believe in the existence of the Holy Lord."

Leon was confused: "You believe in him, but you don't believe in him? Why?"

The Duke glanced at the eldest son: "You wouldn't believe in someone you simply despise."

"Have you seen the Holy Master?" Leon asked.

"No." The Duke rolled his eyes, "I'm not at all interested in an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, even if he is an Omega who looks like a fairy."

"Then what is the basis for you to look down on him?" Leon broke the casserole and asked, "Because the deeds of his apparitions are all false? Was he the one who initiated the war instruction this time?"

"I think starting a war is something he can do." The Duke sneered, "I'm actually surprised that the Holy Master can endure for so many years before deciding to do it himself. I don't care what your little priest teacher said to you. In my opinion, the Holy Lord has never been merciful and merciful. Violent preaching and bloody suppression are his essence! The so-called apparitions are just a little breadcrumbs that fell from his fingers in order to rule."

"It's true that the Holy Lord hasn't appeared for a long time." Paul, the Duke's eldest son, bravely joined the conversation between his father and brother, "I read in the book that the last time the Holy Spirit Tower was lit was more than 300 years ago. "

The Duchess hastily nudged her son to signal him to keep his mouth shut.

More than 300 years ago, a virus called "Clark's Influenza" once spread in the star field.The mortality rate of patients remains high, and Omegas with weaker bodies are especially vulnerable to infection.Human science is helpless against this virus from outer space.

Suddenly one night, the Holy Spirit Tower lit up, blooming enough light to illuminate the night sky.

That night, in the medical laboratory, the experiment that was about to fail suddenly turned around.After several key data were inexplicably modified, the antiviral strain in the culture tank survived.

Newly developed antibiotics have saved the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

Leon said: "Ian said that the Holy Lord will use scientific methods to display his spiritual power..."

"I don't care what method the Holy Lord uses to appear." The Duke interrupted his son rudely, "Our family is religious because we are members of the royal family, and being religious is one of our status symbols. But you can trust any of you I don’t bother to care about what you really believe in. It’s a pity that your little priest Mitchell didn’t give you a detailed explanation of the missionary methods of Shengming Cult, right?”

The duke watched his two sons as a wolf watches two lambs.

"At that time, the Holy See Army had the most advanced weapons. They attacked everywhere, and the mecha army surrounded the Imperial City. But they attacked but did not occupy. As long as the opponent's country submits to the Holy See and believes in the Holy Lord, then the Holy See Army will retreat. If the opponent does not If you believe in religion, then..."

Under the cold gaze of their father, the two children held their breath, and Paul's hand holding the table knife couldn't help trembling.

"The Holy See Army will attack in an all-round way, burn, kill and loot, and completely destroy the country!"

The duke's deep voice reached the children's hearts.

"Dozens of countries were destroyed because of this, and the rest of the countries either agreed with the teachings of the Holy Lord, or succumbed to his cruelty, and chose to submit. Most of the people who were destroyed became slaves..."

"Okay." The Duchess interrupted her husband softly, "It's all right here, the child should eat well, my lord."

The Duke raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair, and sipped red wine.

Paul tremblingly continued to cut the fish fillet on the plate.

Leon was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "Father, who do you think will win this battle?"

The Duchess gave the eldest son a displeased look.

The Duke looked at his eldest son and smiled slowly,

"Although I hate that group of sanctimonious guys in the Atlanta Federation, I want to see the Holy See Army get beaten up. It's a pity..."

The Duke drank the wine in his glass: "I think, at least for now, the Lord will not lose."

Leon lowered his head, looked at the juice in the glass at hand, and said in a low voice, "Because the Holy Master wants to make an example of others, isn't he? So he will go all out to win."

"Your little teacher has indeed taught you a lot." The Duke nodded, "Speaking of which, why haven't I seen Father Mitchell these two days?"

"Father was called by Bishop Carol to help him with some official duties." Leon said listlessly.He also didn't hear from Ian for two days, even his communication request was rejected, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Oh, the two of them must be busy." The Duke smiled gloatingly, "They are all disciples of Archbishop Xiali. And Archbishop Xiali has always been an anti-war faction-I admire him for that. Now the Holy Lord said If we want to start a war, the old guy Xiali must become the laughing stock of the Holy See."

The Duchess couldn't help asking: "Will this matter have a great impact on Bishop Carol and Father Ian?"

"It's hard to say." The Duke said lightly, "Maybe Carol will end his tenure at Fryer early and return to the Holy See."

The hand of the Duchess holding the knife trembled, and she hurriedly picked up the wine glass.

After dinner, the Duke drove the shuttle and went to the local bars in the urban area to have fun.The Duchess watched Paul do his homework.

Although she doted on this son, she did not dare to relax in the slightest about his studies.Especially after the eldest son, Leon, began to work hard and hoped to be admitted to Huadu Public School with his own strength, the Duchess became more energetic in private.

Leon was bored and wandered around the mansion.

He went down to the servant area on the first floor, wanting to talk to the cook Martha, and found that the servants were all gathered in the small lounge, surrounding a photon TV.

The news that the Holy See announced the dispatch of troops was being broadcast on TV.

Hundreds of thousands of believers gathered in the Heroes Square in the Holy See Center of Xilin, and the aerial cameras passed by the fanatic faces.

Pope Francis VII appears in the picture.This gray-haired old man should have been sick in bed, but at this moment he stood upright on the high platform, waving to the believers under the square.

"His Majesty the Pope must have used a mechanical support." The deputy housekeeper said to the housekeeper's wife, "I heard from the deacon of the church that the Pope can hardly even sit up now."

"It's really embarrassing for him." The housekeeper's wife said, "At the end of his tenure, we have come across such a critical moment."

"The Pope is going to meet the God of Creation anyway. The new Pope should be the one who should be in trouble. It's okay if we win this battle, but if we lose..."

"I heard that the new pope will be elected among the three cardinals Xiali, Ronning, and Franco."

"I was originally optimistic about Xiali, but now that the Holy Spirit is going to fight, Archbishop Ronning, who has been fighting all the time, is more hopeful."

A footman spotted Leon and was about to salute.Leon waved his hand and walked away quietly.

Autumn in Flair is the rainy season, and the sky is cloudy tonight, and the wind is full of moisture.

Leon stood on the lawn behind the mansion and looked across the bay. Alpha's eyesight is excellent, night vision is almost comparable to that of cats.The church was very quiet at night, and the window belonging to the priest's bedroom on the second floor of the dormitory building was dark.

Ian hasn't come back yet.

Leon scratched his head, sat on the grass slope, opened the bracelet, and sent a text message to Ian.

"Are you still busy? When will you be back? The day after tomorrow will be the return of the Holy Lord."

After the message was sent, the other party did not reply.

Leon checked the twenty text messages he sent in the past two days, all of which were marked as having been read by the other party.And Ian only replied two words when he asked when he would come back: "As soon as possible."

"Why ignore me?" the boy muttered. "The Lord will blame you for your laziness and negligence, Father."

Leon lay down on the grass slope, flipping through the text messages with Ian in the past days, and accidentally clicked on an old voice message sent by Ian.

"Leon," the young priest's soft and melodious voice sounded in the quiet night, "Believe in your infinite potential, and don't stop because of the temporary difficulties in front of you. You will grow into a man who stands upright."

These gentle words are like a hot spring, watering the boy's heart on a breezy night.

Leon flipped through the chat records.This is a message Ian sent to himself after he lost his test paper and lost his temper once after he failed a mock test.

Leon remembered that that night, Ian was very patient and did not blame him for losing his temper.He sent Leon back to Parthenon Manor, and then sent him a message of encouragement.

And Leon was still immersed in the frustration of failure at the time, and he just listened to it with one ear and out the other, and didn't take it to heart.

Lying in the grass, Leon opened Ian's voice messages one by one.The priest's elegant and gentle voice continued to sound.

"Leon, I finished grading yesterday's math homework. You are omitting the steps of solving the problem again!"

"Come back at ten o'clock tomorrow, I'm a little busy in the morning."

"Leon, I haven't received your history paper yet."

"Leon, there will be a heavy rain tomorrow, why don't I go to Parthenon Manor to give you a class. Don't come here."

"Leon..."

The more Leon listened, the more irritable he became, and he rolled several times on the grass slope.

"Ah!" He lost control for a moment, and rolled down the lawn.

Rolling all the way to the flat ground under the lawn, Leon spread out his slender hands and feet, and sank into the dense grass below his ankles, his young body blended with the simple nature.

After a while, he raised his wrist and sent another text message to Ian: "Father, there will be a very grand masquerade ball at the Parthenon Manor on the day of the Lord's Day. Will you come?"

The author has something to say: the calculation is wrong, this chapter is not high-powered, and the next chapter...