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"Servant?" Leia was a little confused, as if she was confused about the concept of servant.
After a long time of trying to come up with a conclusion, she flicked her cat ears and said, "Are you looking for me?"
"Yes, your servant is here to greet you."
"Where?"
"Holy Mountain."
"Don't go."
Leia's answer was exceptionally clear, but the young Pope looked stunned.
Didn’t He say that?
Seeing her face turned away, the young pope became distressed: "If you don't go to the Holy Mountain, I can't go back either."
Leah turned her head back towards him and ignored him.
He sighed deeply and added, "The god will be unhappy if you give him the crystal."
"My pleasure."
Taking a deep breath, the young Pope felt deeply frustrated.
Follow first, and we’ll talk about it later.
Having made up his mind, he went to the roof of the carriage, sat cross-legged, and looked at the beam of light that was hundreds of miles away.
God, what are you doing?
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Royal Capital Church.
Jarvis was the only person left in the empty main hall, along with more than twenty robes and armors scattered on the ground behind him.
“Oh my God—Oh my God—”
Jarvis raised his hands high without feeling any pain in his arms, looked up at the faceless statue and prayed devoutly.
In fact, he didn't understand what he was praying for, nor did he know the meaning of "God".
He was just following his instincts and letting his body move.
Time seemed to have lost its effect at this moment, and Jarvis chanted over and over again.
It seemed like just one day had passed, yet it also seemed like ten years.
Finally, the mysterious existence came.
"Hahaha..." Jarvis laughed crazily, and his head tilted back to the limit, which was contrary to the common sense of human joints, and was almost parallel to the ground.
He looked up at the crystal glass dome, and his sight seemed to pass through it, looking up at the sky.
"God!"
The roar was like a prelude to welcome, and the gods responded with strange movements in the sky.
The citizens and professionals gathered outside the church raised their heads together.
The thick clouds seemed to be pushed aside by a big hand, revealing not the azure blue but the deep darkness.
what is that?
Everyone asked themselves this question at the same time.
The answer was soon revealed.
Countless tiny milky white beams of light pierced through the darkness, and a tiptoed foot poked out, followed by another.
The soles of the feet are formed of light, and so are the thighs.
It was not until it appeared in its entirety before their eyes that everyone saw the full picture - a human-shaped outline condensed by light.
He has no facial features or hair, and his flat chest seems to prove that he is a male, but no one dares to be sure.
Because the moment they saw “Him” they knew that He was God.
The god looked down at the earth from the sky, raised his arm, and pointed his index finger at the royal capital with his clenched fist.
It seemed as if God had spoken, but no sound was heard by the ears, and enlightenment emerged in everyone's heart.
The ban is no longer in place.
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A street somewhere in the capital.
Blois and Pestoia looked up at the light man in the sky.
"Is this God?" the former asked curiously, "Why don't I have the urge to kneel down and greet him?"
Pestoya rolled her eyes in surprise: "Have you seen God?"
He shook his head.
"Then how do you know that gods are happy when mortals kneel to greet them?"
"Hmm..." Bulova pinched his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "You see, don't powerful people like others to kneel down?
And for humans, kneeling is a way of showing respect.”
"So we are human and it is God."
It was strange that the two of them did not show much reverence for God, and their conversation was as casual as if they were chatting with the old man next door.
Blois placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Has our king arrived yet?"
They turned their heads together and looked up at the sky in the center of the royal capital.
There, there is a looming magic tower.
The entire tower is ice-blue in color, and appears to be lacking in energy, appearing translucent and illusory, as if it would break with a poke.
Perhaps someone is replenishing its energy, its texture is improving slowly but steadily.
Under normal circumstances, this would be a spectacle that would attract the attention of the entire city, but at this moment, all attention was taken away by God, and no one noticed it.
“It’s time to open it.”
"Ah."
As soon as the words fell, the two of them flew into the sky.
At the same time, a blood-red light rose from the ground and suddenly enveloped the royal capital.
Chapter 279 A mess
The color blood usually represents ominousness and killing. When we encounter it normally, we tend to feel panicked.
However, at this moment, most people in the royal capital were kneeling on the ground.
Pestoya's body was speeding through the sky, and the cuffs of her robe were rustling.
She looked down at the kneeling crowd and chatted with Blois beside her: "It seems that you are not entirely wrong."
"You should have understood sooner."
"arrive."
Arriving above the church, the two men landed straight in front of the main entrance.
Everyone at the foot of the stone stairs was kneeling, and no one noticed their landing.
The two of them glanced at everyone with inexplicable eyes, walked through the gate, walked along the corridor to the end, and entered the main hall.
Jarvis stood at the foot of the faceless statue, as if he had expected them to come. He turned around and smiled, "You're late."
“You are very confident.”
“Hehe…” His shoulders trembled slightly, “You are the ones who have confidence.
Do you really think you can defy the will of God?"
"I don't care whether he is a god or not. You just need to know that you can't go to the magic tower."
Slowly raising the staff, Jarvis looked at the gem on the top with intoxicated eyes.
The originally dim milky white light in the crystal was now so rich that it seemed to be condensing into liquid.
"Look, the authority God has given me, the Word of Truth!"
Having been granted the gift of mastering divine arts, according to the classification of the Thor continent, he is now a legend.
But when faced with the mantra that could decide life and death with just one word, Blois and the other man looked calm and composed, as if his mantra was just a joke.
Jarvis felt that at this moment, except for the Pope on the Holy Mountain, there was no one in the entire continent who could defeat him, and it was time for him to expand extremely.
Seeing the two people's careless expressions, he was naturally extremely angry.
So he vented.
"God said--" He held the staff tightly in his right hand, and pointed the index finger of his empty left hand at Blois, "You deserve to die!"
Blois stood there calmly with his hands behind his back for three minutes. He raised the corner of his mouth sneerfully: "It seems that the bishop's god is not very reliable."
The madness on Jarvis' face was replaced by astonishment. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and then he immediately pointed at Pestoya: "God said, you deserve to die!"
The result was the same as before. The charming woman standing next to Blois was unharmed.
"Why? What happened?!"
He didn't want to believe what he saw and stared blankly at his left hand.
Is it because I used the wrong hand?
Yes, it must be!
Jarvis hurriedly changed his staff to another hand and cast the power word again with his right hand, but the outcome did not change at all.
Looking at him who seemed to have no spirit in his eyes and lost his soul, Bulova smiled and said, "Don't doubt yourself, oh, and your God.
Your power words just don't work on us."
Slowly raising his head, Jarvis' dead eyes lit up again and he pointed to a wooden bench in front of him on the left.