Chapter 39: Sea of Holy Power, Chickens and Dogs Ascend to Heaven
St. Joan's Empire, Great Temple of Glory.
The Great Temple of Glory located in the city of Flenye, the capital of the empire, is one of the nine top temples on the Saigon continent dedicated to the supreme goddess of light.
The entire temple is built of ivory white marble. There are 24 marble columns in front of the temple with two people embracing each other. At the top stands a huge angel statue, whose wings exude a soft milky white light.
Da da da……
Captain Richard had a serious look on his face, his silver combat boots made a rhythmic sound when he stepped on the floor, and he strode into a certain side hall.
This is a place where some regular sacred objects are displayed, and it is also a meditation room for saints of the past.
The interior of the side hall is in the shape of a ring with a very high top. Bright beams of light shine through from the stained glass windows. The escalators and walls on the second floor are painted with murals of popes and saints throughout the ages, which is full of a sense of history.
At this moment, the radiance of the Holy Power filled the rotunda, and the energy was so rich that it appeared in a liquid state!
A golden ocean of holy power formed a surging whirlpool, shining and rising and falling in the hall. The waves of light made it impossible to look directly at it.
How is this going?
Captain Richard looked surprised, looking at the golden liquid holy energy that was almost overflowing the hall, and had to stop at the door.
Kate has been here for three days to receive the inheritance of the saint. Logically speaking, she should be released from seclusion. How could she have such an exaggerated vision?
Was there an accident?
Captain Richard's expression changed slightly, he walked around the stairs and climbed to the second floor of the rotunda.
"this……"
Viewed from the second floor, the vision becomes even more shocking.
A young girl with long hair disheveled and wearing a gorgeous white waist skirt sat on her knees on a fur cushion in the center of the side hall. She closed her eyes tightly and held a golden ball made of crystal in her hand.
She has a beautiful, snow-white face that looks almost childish, and she looks like she is about twenty years old.
At this time, she seemed to be sleeping soundly, very peaceful and motionless.
Her golden hair is smooth and shiny, blocking half of her peerless beauty, but it can't hide her stunning beauty. She is wearing a pure white silk saint's dress, and her graceful figure is perfectly outlined, with a figure that is curved forward and backward.
One does not show the softness of women.
The snow-white body seems to be carved from mutton-fat jade. It is warm, delicate, and flawless, giving people a very dreamy feeling.
"Buzz buzz..."
Endless, surging holy power energy formed waves of light that constantly vibrated and rotated around her, superimposed layer by layer, like a miniature sea of holy power, eroding the space into a pale golden color.
Immediately afterwards, in the golden sea of holy power, the lights and shadows of many angels emerged, dancing with the hymns that suddenly chanted softly in the void, and wisps of sacred pressure spread like substance, giving people infinite warmth and light.
feel.
Divine power is like prison, divine grace is like the sea, and like the goddess of light descending into the world!
Captain Richard was shocked by this scene. His eyelids twitched slightly, he looked aside and asked:
"You two, what's going on?"
There were two people standing by the guardrail on the second floor.
An old man with half-white hair and a wrinkled face, wearing a pale golden noble priest's robe, with white light of holy power surging around his body, and his aura is very powerful.
The highly respected Archbishop of the Talisman within the church, Timo Prohaska.
The other person was wearing a very rare black priest's attire and had a cold breath.
His face was mostly covered by a hood, he was slender, with a silver cross hanging around his neck. There were patterns of dark gold scepters and scales on the priest's attire. The sharp tip of the scepter pointed upwards, with a row of skulls and skulls strung on it.
The dead soul with a distorted face...
This style and temperament are very different from ordinary priests. Some people believe him even if he is a heretic.
And this is precisely the feared chief judge of the Inquisition, who specializes in dealing with heresy.
Few people know his name.
The world calls him the "Dark Pope" and the "Angel of Death". He has a vicious reputation and bloody and cruel methods. In many cases, he is more terrifying than the Pope.
The eyes under the hood of the presiding judge were cold and ruthless, looking down at the dazzling vortex of holy power downstairs, and said:
"She seems to have lost control. She must have been too greedy. She chose to activate the imprints left by all the saints in the past, and was assimilated instead."
Except for those who died unexpectedly, the saints of the church in the past generations would use some secret method before death to put a trace of their soul imprint and all the holy energy in their body into the special golden inheritance ball.
This ray of soul imprint contains important memories such as the cultivation insights, combat experience, and understanding of doctrines of the saints of the past generations.
Moreover, the saint's inheritance ball is made of eternal crystal. This kind of thing is very special and its origin is unknown, but it can store a large amount of power of faith.
"Is she being assimilated?"
Captain Richard was startled, looking at Kate who was gradually being submerged by the surrounding golden wave of holy power, with some worry in his eyes.
This was the first time he saw the details of the saint's acceptance of the inheritance. When he came here before, the saint had successfully escaped from seclusion.
Will it fail this time?
That's too bad.
Even in the history of the church, there are very few saints like Kate Reinhardt who are excellent in all aspects.
She will definitely achieve great things if she grows up smoothly. It would be a pity to die here.
Archbishop Timo glanced at the presiding judge, who had a cold breath, and said:
"Don't be so cynical. If she wanted to be assimilated, it would have ended long ago. She has persisted for three days and three nights, and there is still no sign of collapse."
"snort."
The presiding judge, who was shrouded in a black priest's coat, snorted coldly, "Do you think she can successfully defeat the imprints of the eighteen saints, digest the massive amounts of holy energy and memories they put into them, and break free from the endless sea of faith?
come out?
This is impossible. She has little strength and can barely reach the threshold of a mid-level saint.
Over the past fifteen hundred years, that "eternal crystal ball" has stored about one-third of all the power of faith collected by the church.
This power is so vast, if it could be absorbed in its entirety, it would be enough for a mortal to become a god on the spot!"
Of course, this is only theoretical.
The church possesses complete knowledge of the second path to becoming a god, but they know very well that the second path simply cannot work in this world.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even the Storm War God ended up with both body and soul destroyed. Trying to absorb the power of faith and become a god is a dead end.
Captain Richard finally understood what had happened. He looked at Kate, who was kneeling and sleeping soundly in the sea of Holy Power and Faith. He frowned slightly and sighed:
"It's a bit reckless. If this continues, her spiritual will may really be overwhelmed by the huge power of faith.
Even if you can endure it mentally, over time, your body may be dissolved by the too pure holy energy.
The result is either death or becoming an idiot."
Saints throughout the ages may not necessarily be very powerful, and some may not even be kings, but they are the image spokespersons of the church and often visit various countries to preach and appease believers.
Therefore, the power of faith collected by the saints of the past generations is often no less than that of the popes of the past generations in the sequence of the church.
The largest religion in the world, one-third of the total power of faith accumulated over more than 1,500 years. This power is so huge that even the leader thinks he cannot control it. Once he is trapped, he cannot even escape.
Disaster.
Originally, according to normal procedures, Kate should have selected a certain saint's brand to activate.
In this way, the massive power of faith in the "Eternal Crystal Ball" will be drawn out at most a little, and will not pour out like it is now, trapping all those who accept the inheritance.
But she seems to have chosen to tolerate everything.
In this case, outsiders cannot intervene.
Her consciousness has been immersed in the eternal crystal ball. Anyone who interferes outside may affect her mental state and become obsessed.
Archbishop Moti reached out and touched his gray beard, observed attentively for a moment, and said:
"Just wait quietly, maybe the result won't be that bad."
Unlike Captain Richard and the presiding judge, he was more optimistic and felt that Kate should be able to wake up smoothly.
Because he has been in contact with this saint more often, he knows very well that she is not the kind of person who overestimates her abilities.
Since she did this, she should be quite confident.
Captain Richard raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding why the Archbishop of Holy Talisman was so optimistic about Kate, and said:
"But it's time to go to Farolland for the coronation ceremony in ten days. If she doesn't wake up, it will be too late to make arrangements."
It was because he ran out of time that he came over to check on the situation.
The presiding judge said indifferently: "Then let's replace her. I don't think she can succeed. Let the second-ranked saint among these candidates take over, or choose an outstanding nun from a hermit monastery."
The saints of the church are not responsible for fighting.
As long as you are beautiful, pious, have a good temperament and image, it doesn't matter if you are a little weak.
Captain Richard frowned, but before he could speak, Archbishop Timo knocked on the ground with his staff and said with an unhappy expression:
"What are you talking about? It's just a coronation ceremony. Can't we just postpone it?"
The presiding judge said unceremoniously: "Postponed? Postponed for how many days?"
"Put it off for a week first."
"hehe."
The presiding judge sneered, his voice a little sarcastic, "Let's assume that she can succeed and become the most powerful saint in history, but when do you plan to postpone it, what if she doesn't wake up in a month?"
"Then postpone it for two months! Until she wakes up!"
"What if she doesn't wake up or dies?"
"Then again, you don't have to worry about it. The selection of saints is something His Majesty the Pope has asked me to be responsible for. I have the final say!"
presiding judge:"……"
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How stubborn, this old bishop.
As the top person in charge of the Inquisition, he had seen too many heretics and traitors, and he did not trust this saint selected from the people from the bottom of his heart.
He felt that saints should be found from monasteries, devout nuns who have studied religious scriptures since childhood and served the Lord wholeheartedly.
The two church leaders had a tit-for-tat verbal confrontation, and finally broke up on bad terms.
"I'll take the first step. I'll send the Paladin to seal this place later. No one is allowed to disturb her!"
Archbishop Morty seemed to be angry with the presiding judge and walked away.
These days, after the saint arrived at the Holy See headquarters, the presiding judge has been targeting her, questioning her every day, and investigating her origins overtly and covertly.
Doesn't he believe his old man's vision?
Captain Richard looked at Archbishop Holy Talisman who was striding away with a look of helplessness on his face and said:
"President, the saint was selected by the old bishop at the final decision. If you repeatedly target her and question her, isn't it equivalent to slapping the old bishop in the face?"
Once or twice the old bishop might have endured it, but if he did this every day, he couldn't bear it no matter how good his temper was.
This is not only distrust of the saint, but also distrust of the old bishop.
A ray of cold light shot out from the eyes under the hood of the presiding judge, and he said coldly:
"There is too little information about Kate Reinhardt. She suddenly appeared in Falorland, and her past is a mystery. I sent people from the Inquisition to investigate, but almost no one knows her specific origins. Her identity is so suspicious, I really can't believe it.
she."
He has always opposed her becoming a saint.
Unfortunately, the Pope and the Holy See Internal Affairs Office still recognized Archbishop Timo’s recommendation.
"You can't say that."
Captain Richard scratched his head, with a slightly subtle look on his face, "She used to live in Grand Duke Connaught's house when she was in college in Melova City. It is said that she is his cousin. Maybe Grand Duke Connaught knows her origins."
presiding judge:"……"
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It's like not saying anything.
Could it be that the people of the Inquisition could still go to Archduke Conor to inquire about information about his cousin?
Isn’t that seeking death?
Seeing the silence of the presiding judge, Captain Richard shrugged and said:
"As long as you understand, even if you don't like her, you still have to consider Archduke Conor's feelings.
In other words, it is best to pray that she can successfully wake up this time. Her cousin obviously cares about her. If she dies in the Glory Temple, we will face the wrath of a powerful human being.
Grand Duke Connaught may not listen to our explanation by then."
The presiding judge remained silent.
The church has a profound foundation, second only to the Natural School. The endless power of faith envelopes the headquarters of the Holy See. It can use several supreme holy objects to drive this power without fear of a powerful human race.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But being targeted by such a ruthless person will not be easy, and you cannot break your skin unless you have to.
Perhaps, his attitude will be more tactful in the future.
…
The news that Duke Connaught became the Supreme King has spread widely in the past few days, and the popularity is as high as ever.
Many people related to him have been affected.
His friends, such as Shirley, Elena "The Violent Ape", Master Randy, and even many people from the Thorn Security Company are ecstatic. As long as they mention a few words about Archduke Conor's past, they can gain the people around them.
Looks of envy and respect.
If you hug a giant man's thigh, even a pig can fly to the sky, let alone a group of people who are not bad at it.
Bushen University, the alma mater where Wren graduated, even put up a huge banner and hung it at the school gate, which read - "Warmly celebrate the sixth era of our school, the 312th graduate of our school, Wren Connoll, became the supreme king."
The next day, Lei's sculpture was erected in the school's memorial square, and a portrait of him was placed in the center of the school's hall of fame for all the teachers and students to pay their respects.
The principal and several vice-principals took turns delivering speeches on the playground, encouraging everyone to learn from Duke Connaught and bring glory to the school.
All teachers who taught Renn for a day held their chests high and walked with their heads held high.
Black Samurai Steve was invited to join the 7th Bureau of Farrowland and directly became the director of Bu Shen City.
Eisen, a mechanic who belongs to the Steam Alliance, was promoted by his superiors and became the director of a force factory.
Even the foreman Mr. Julian, who had directed Mr. Lei to move bricks in Bu Shen City, now became a guest of the local nobles and celebrities.
These people just knew Ren and could speak a few words, and then they became famous.
The people from the Thorn Security Company auctioned some of the daily items used by Renn, including wine glasses, playing cards, knives, and books he had read, and made tens of thousands of gold coins.
A carriage that Renn rode in was even bought by a wealthy man for thirty thousand gold coins, even though the cost was only a few hundred gold coins.
There are too many similar things.
Even the small shabby house Renn rented in the slums of Bushen City when he was moving bricks was registered as a cultural relic by the city hall.
It's almost like renovating the road that Ren took home...
What is the influence of the most powerful king, friends.
This fire was so intense that the value of people and things that had anything to do with Lei began to soar.
In comparison, the Nobel Prizes on earth are all low.
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Northland, the city of maple leaves.
Renn didn't know anything about the ups and downs in the outside world. He had been in seclusion in the basement for the past three or four days.
He was sitting in the spirit gathering array, the light orifices in his body flickered, and his body gradually took on a pure golden luster. His flesh and bones were translucent, like glass and jade.
Suddenly, majestic star power surged out from his body, turning into many bright galaxy light whirlpools to bombard the void.
Bang bang bang!!
In the basement, the void continued to explode and echo, like the sound of the opening up of the universe, shaking the soul.
In the star power light explosion, groups of dark vortices emerged, annihilating the light, forming thousands of pitch-black black stars, deeply imprinted in the void.