Chapter 95: After an ordinary daily morning prayer

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 95: After an ordinary daily morning prayer

Floating island courtyard.

By the holy water pool.

The familiar ritual is almost over, and the head of the fallen Angels Cult, Shan Karabi, is preparing to end today's daily morning prayer.

"Oh, the Holy Spirit! The noble victim, the comfort of our hearts, our eternal happiness." He sang loudly.

"Oh-the holy spirit-the noble victim-the heart comfort-the eternal happiness-" the members of the sect sat in an orderly line, and sang to him with a long voice.

The atmosphere is pure and serious.

Single Karabi is a little bit not focused enough.

It's been a long time.

He felt something was wrong, but he did not show it in front of the church members.

It’s not because the duke who had known each other for many years had been hiding their identities from them, and suddenly revealed their true identity - he was completely able to accept this. The Holy Angel must have his own sacred reasons that he cannot say, and should not be speculated by them.

only.

After the initial appearance of the Holy Body of the Fallen Angel, prayer can sense his existence. It is like a small river clearly seeing his tail poking into a large warm lake.

But from the early morning of this morning, the connection was broken and very suddenly.

No matter how he prayed with sincerity and concentration, and even used the newly learned law spells to gain, he carefully studied the "Management of Believer and Energy Diversion of Faith" written by the Duke, which was useless.

No trace is felt.

Shan Karabi was a little worried about what happened - he could have discussed this with Nesse, but at this critical moment when the situation took a sharp turn, Nesse suddenly locked himself in a dark room on the high side of the library, and he couldn't tell anything, and he looked like a strange human temper was offended again.

pray.

He led the prayer as if nothing had happened.

"The Holy Angel will live forever and will never end."

Dan Karabi retracted her thoughts and read the last sentence - this means the end of the ceremony.

"I can't feel it! I can't feel it! The Holy Angel is gone!"

At the end of the ceremony, a short demon in the first row immediately jumped up in panic and grabbed his burqa.

More than a dozen panic-like eyes shot over, and a low noise emanated from the back row. Obviously, many church members had the same feeling.

"Zinnu. Pay attention to your behavior. Don't speak nonsense." Shanrakabi grabbed the demon's hand heavily and looked at the audience seriously, criticizing and comforting the entire clan.

Maintaining confidence and order is a must for the Patriarch.

He sternly warned Chinnu, educated the concepts of time and faith, and led everyone to pray again before disbanding the morning prayer.

The church members came down with peace of mind and flew away from their seats in groups of three or three.

Single Karabi followed them with a book in his arms.

His eyes swept through the exquisite disaster stone chairs one by one—

After regaining the favor of the first fallen angel, when he helped to sort out the courtyard these days, he took the initiative to build a simple ring-shaped open-air lecture hall next to the Holy Water Pool - the sense of ritual is an important part of the ceremony.

The members of the sect have almost dispersed.

He noticed two demons pressed tightly together, sitting in the far corner of the last row of benches.

Their heads were very close, as if they had been whispering for a long time, and the blackening on their faces was also wiped off.

"Elikgul Diliol."

He called the names of the two demons and reminded them politely and majesticly, "The morning class is over. Now is the time for free activities. If you want to chat, chat as much as you like. But I hope that all your prayers have been completed seriously."

Shankarabi stopped in front of them and waited for the two ungodly demons to repent for the disagreement just now.

Things exceeded his expectations.

Elikgour - a red-haired leopard-eared demon - raised his extremely sharp dark gold eyes and tugged at him, shouted, hugged his arms, and spread his long and slender legs on the back of the chair in front.

"Hi. Young man. What sutra you just read..." She raised a finger and pointed at him, and said in a rough voice.

Shan Karabi was a little surprised. The lady was taciturn in his impression and often shrank in a corner with a pitiful look. Most of the church members in the church have this trait - from being discriminated against over the years.

"Naruf, good guy, let me do it."

Before Elik Gul could say the next sentence, Dilior on the side - a young, tall and tall, cold-faced humanoid demon gently raised his hand and interrupted her.

"Single Karabi. It's me." said the humanoid demon.

"Direll?" The Master felt that the tone sounded a little familiar.

He didn't react much and subconsciously looked into Dilior's eyes.

A pair of familiar eyes with blue flames. The expression on his face was also of calm and calm.

Diliol snapped his fingers, and the glimmer of light in the air formed a small ten-headed snake pattern emblem, which flashed and disappeared.

Single Karabi's pupils contracted, unable to believe his judgment. "Are you... Duke?"

"Ezhainte."

Diliol nodded, pointed to himself, and then pointed to the beautiful leopard-eared demon next to him, introducing:

"She is Naruf. Our friend. From 90 million years ago, she is a captain."

"Naruf!"

Irikgul leaned indecently on the back of the chair, pointed at himself with a thumb, and pinched three fingers with the other hand, made a move to pull away from his cheek, smacking his plump lips-

Is she pretending to smoke something?

"Duke...Holy Angel...This..."

Shankarabi's eyes swept back and forth between them.

"I know." Dilioler—that is, Yicha, smiled.

"I will explain to you later. Don't worry. Our souls are just temporarily living on these two guys. When we find a suitable body, we will return your little followers. Their souls are still there, but they are temporarily suppressed by our souls."

Shankarabi nodded and ordered himself to accept the matter.

He didn't fully understand, but obeying the Holy Angel was the first priority.

The soul of the Holy Angel is subsisted on a member of the Fallen Angels Clan. He thought. This shows that the soul of the angels does not conflict with the body of the demon. The Fallen Angels Clan can definitely become a real angel.

In an instant, I felt that the pure white holy light was about to fall from the backflow of sulfur river and sprinkle the courtyard.

Shan Karabi suddenly felt a little intoxicated.

"He looks dazed." Naruf, who looks like Elekgur, whispered to Icha.

"This one is already smart," Yicha whispered to Naruf.

The beautiful and beautiful Naruf patted the back of the chair in front and laughed. "Hey! Look at you! I don't mean that being picky!"

"What did you say?"

Shan Karabi heard this.

"Don't care." Yi Cha grinned. "Do you a favor."

"Ah. That's natural." Shankarabi quickly understood this time. "I would not disclose this without your instructions. The intentions of the Holy Angel should not be speculated."

"Not bad! OK!" Elikgul Naruf stretched out his thumb.

"I will tell them when necessary." Yizha nodded and said, "Do you have any special feelings these two days?"

"No, except for not feeling the connection with you," replied Dan Karabi honestly.

I saw Yicha frowned, as if he was not very satisfied with this answer.

Single Karabi's first full POV.

The minister looks serious on the outside... and he is also very serious on the inside.

But this world is not always as serious as him.

The next chapter will explain the suffocation night.

Two sentences of prayer refer to the Gadfly
Chapter completed!