Chapter 183 1914 years

Chapter 183 1914 years

Chapter 183 1914 years

St Paul's Cathedral in London.

The Bishop of York, who might have had to beg if it were not for the support of the church, and priests such as Milo who were in other places also learned of the death of His Majesty George II.

Bishop York was stunned upon hearing the news.

He still remembered the comments he made with a smile more than 30 years ago, and the words he said at that time still vaguely echoed in his ears.

"The previous prophecy was indeed a coincidence! How could this witch be a prophet like Muhammad and Jesus the Savior?"

"Sure enough, since she can't predict anything and can't say anything, this witch can only talk nonsense!"

Bishop York was stunned. "So it turns out that he was not talking nonsense. Is this really a prophecy?"

"Is that person really a prophet or a great prophet like Jesus the Savior?"

Thinking about it, he laughed at himself, "Yes, that person is called Ion, the God of the Sun. It's just some prophecies, how could he not predict them?"

As he thought about it, his heart was filled with remorse.

If only he hadn't offended that person, he wouldn't have ended up like this!

After so many years, he is no longer a bishop, but just an ordinary old man in the church who is supported by others.

He was still relatively lucky. The other monks, nuns and priests who had experienced what had happened before were worse off than him.

The Bishop of York looked dazed.

In fact, not only them, but even the powerful church began to weaken as it was cursed.

If the effects of holy objects such as the cross were not still there, they could still rely on them to physically exorcise demons.

The church might even be destroyed by those evil creatures, and even order wouldn't be able to be maintained.

In addition to the decline of the church, a new heretical church has also emerged in recent years.

Some people who believed in the sun god Ion formed the Sun Cult.

Fortunately, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. With the suppression of the church, the Sun God Cult has always been just a small niche church.

Considering his existence, they could only turn a blind eye. As long as he did not pose a threat to them, they were too lazy to care.

At the same time, on the other side.

Listening to the news spreading on the street.

Father Miro, with disheveled hair and a mad look, laughed loudly, "Hahaha, God, please forgive me!"

He was running, and people on both sides of the street were so scared that they quickly moved out of the way and pointed at him.

He was no longer a priest, and even converted to that person, wanting him to take back his terrible curse.

Unfortunately, that person never showed him mercy.

While the outside world was discussing this.

……

In the witch forest next to the town of Tevin.

Su Xing, with waist-length golden hair, extremely handsome face, and wearing gold and black clothes, was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in the wooden house.

Because Gwynnie and the other two treated him with caution and seemed a little afraid of him, he moved away when he was five years old and came to live in the Witch Forest.

At this moment, he slowly opened his golden eyes, and the aura on his body surged.

Feeling the vast energy in his body, he was in a good mood.

In his perception, the Sumeru mustard seed space of the witch's golden elixir has reached a distance of nearly ten meters.

It was filled with brilliant golden energy mist, and the energy in the surrounding space barriers was condensed into a solid state.

And in the center of the space, there was a sleeping angel with golden light all over his body, a beautiful face and a pair of dazzling golden wings behind him.

After so many years of infection, this angel has completely turned from white to gold.

Faintly, this sun angel was still emitting the power of faith to him, awakening his feeling. It seemed that this angel was twisted by his power and turned into his believer.

He shook his head and stopped observing the angel, focusing his attention on himself.

"It's time to break through to the seventh level!"

Feeling the perfection of the sixth level of cultivation, his eyes were full of anticipation.

He had reached the sixth level very early, and had been trying to figure out how to break through to the seventh level during this period.

According to the cultivation realm in the world of immortal cultivation, if he continues to break through, he should reach the fusion stage.

However, starting from the Refining Void stage, his realm became abnormal, and ordinary breakthrough methods were simply not effective.

After a long period of research, he finally deduced a method to break through to the seventh level!

The spiritual will is combined with the witch space in the body to become the space will!
The next second, Su Xing closed his eyes and immediately broke through according to the deduced method.

boom!
His invisible spirit and will quickly spread to the witch space, infecting the spatial barriers, energy, and everything inside.

Since the witch space originally belonged to him, he did not feel any obstacles.

Time passes slowly.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Su Xing felt as if he had merged into one with the witch space within his body.

It was as if he was the witch space and the witch space was him, and he could influence and perceive everything in the witch space at any time.

At this moment, boom!
The witch space broke through ten meters and expanded.

Eleven meters...

Nineteen meters...

The expansion stopped when it reached nearly twenty meters.

Stage seven, stage one!
Feeling everything in his body, Su Xing was thoughtful and murmured, "If I reach the seventh level of perfection, the witch space should be able to expand to ninety-nine meters..."

He felt a little small.

However, this is just the starting stage. As the rank continues to improve, the witch space will definitely become larger and larger!

Su Xing thought expectantly.

At the same time, although he is only at the first stage of level seven at the moment, he feels that even without relying on the bloodline of the Sun·Pseudo·Source of Magic Witch, he may be able to fight across levels!

If he were to be blessed with the blood of the witch, the source of the Sun·Pseudo·Magic, he couldn't imagine how powerful he would be!

As he thought about it, a chill appeared in his eyes as he thought of the Lin family in the interstellar era and the black fog ruins.

When he gets back, he will take the initiative and kill the so-called Lin family members before they find him!

As for the Black Mist Ruins, he was not sure whether he could destroy that place with his current strength.

After a while, he didn't think any more, shook his head, and while deducing the eighth-level witch training method, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in training again.

……

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than one hundred and fifty years had passed.

1914 years.

Newton, Bishop of York, Father Milo and others, who had witnessed the coming of angels and the miracles of the sun god Ion, died one by one.

Generation after generation of young people was born.

As time passed, less and less information was heard about the sun god Ion, who became part of history.

One by one, the records were destroyed over time, and only places like the British royal family have preserved complete records of what happened back then.

However, after such a long time, even if there are still records, they are just cold and dusty in the library, and few people see them.

Occasionally, one or two royal nobles saw it, but they just treated it as a myth and did not believe it much.

(End of this chapter)