Morris responded quickly: "Yes, according to the dogma, you are the new blood-armored knight."
He directly abandoned Norton and showed goodwill towards Xia Yanzhen.
"I'm not a blood-armored knight. The priest is pretty good." Xia Yanzhen squatted down and began to take off Norton's armor.
The armor is not heavy, and is much lighter than it looks.
But it requires a bit of skill to put it on, so it's best to have someone help, and it's also more troublesome to take it off.
But it doesn't matter, Xia Yan is really strong enough.
Along with the sound of metal deforming like a toothache, Xia Yanzhen took off the breastplate on his upper body.
A large piece of it was broken in the front, deformed in the back, and deformed on both sides (caused just now), and it looked terrible.
The fragments were pulled by the mysterious force, separated from Norton's body, flew to the front of the broken breastplate, and repaired themselves with difficulty.
Xia Yanzhen still wants to continue.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Huo Lun stepped forward to stop him.
"We agreed." Xia Yanzhen turned to look at Huolun.
Although his eyes were covered with black cloth, Huo Lun still felt like he was being stared at with sharp eyes.
"Someone will help you take it off. There are other more important things now." Hollen said.
"What's the matter?" Xia Yanzhen stood up.
"Follow me." Huo Lun turned and left.
Xia Yanzhen followed, and Maurice followed after some thought. Huolun did not refuse, but nodded towards Maurice.
Soon, someone came over, moved the unconscious Norton, treated him, and took off his armor.
This set of eternal blood armor no longer belongs to him!
Coming to a quiet room, Huo Lun looked at Xia Yanzhen and asked: "Do you want to become a blood armor knight, or continue to be a priest?"
"I have no intention of becoming a knight." Xia Yanzhen said.
Morris thought of something, looked at Huolun and said: "You plan to..."
Horan nodded.
Morris looked thoughtful.
"My religion also has some sacred objects that are different from the eternal blood armor. Do you want to be their master?" Huo Lun looked at Xia Yanzhen and asked.
Xia Yanzhen found that these cardinals were quite straightforward and would not be confused or tempted.
He likes this way of communication very much.
Don't waste time.
"Yes." Xia Yanzhen nodded.
He originally thought that if he got a few sets of eternal blood armor, he would gain a lot of money.
I didn’t expect that the Eternal Church would be so generous and a “good person”.
"Okay, you wait here." Hollen stood up and left with Morris.
Xia Yanzhen sat on the chair boredly.
Over there with Morris and Hollen.
Morris asked: "Are you planning to give those ancient sacred objects to this man?"
"What do you think? He happens to be a priest," Hollen said.
"I'm not sure whether it's a priest or not," Morris said.
"It will definitely happen soon. Tell other people and His Majesty the Pope to hold a consecration ceremony." Huo Lun said.
"Now?"
"Now!" Hollen said.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" Morris was obviously not as hot-tempered as Huolen.
He is an old man, and he is the epitome of dawdling.
"Dead body." Huolun only said two words.
Morris shook his head, and the two quickened their pace.
The threat of dead bodies is greater than what the outside world sees, and large-scale waves of dead bodies have already formed in many places.
Wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows, and it becomes a real hell.
Moreover, the wave of dead bodies is still being used towards the church headquarters.
Others don't know this.
As a cardinal, it is impossible for Hollon and others not to know.
In the near future, the church will face tests and it will have vitality. Huo Lun hopes that the more the better.
Xia Yanzhen waited in the room for a while.
A clergyman came and showed Xia Yanzhen the way.
After walking inside this huge "church" for a while, Xia Yanzhen was brought to a tall and spacious room.
The interior of the room is just like the interior of a common cathedral.
Solemn and solemn, the colorful "glass" forms a special landscape.
The area is hundreds of square meters and the height is tens of meters.
Inside stands a huge golden blood-rimmed cross.
There are a total of nine chairs in the room, which are slightly curved.
The one in the middle, just opposite the cross, is the tallest and most gorgeous.
There are a total of eight chairs around it, four on the right and four on the left, which are a little more plain - compared to the chair in the middle.
There is a man sitting on each of the nine chairs.
Among them, Huolun is the youngest, fifty years old at most, and the other eight are not too young.
Pretty much the same as Morris.
Most of them are relatively wealthy, and their clothes are the same as Huo Lun's, which represents their status as cardinals.
The pope in the middle is also an old man.
However, the degree of aging is much higher than that of the others, and the whole person has shrunk with age.
He wore gorgeous clothes and a hat with a small golden cross on his hat.
Pope Rodrigo, although he was described as old and his face was covered with age spots, his eyes were extremely sharp as he examined Xia Yanzhen who came in.
His eyes were like knives flying towards him, and they were like X-rays, as if they completely illuminated the person inside and out.
This scrutiny lasted only a few seconds before Rodrigo lowered his eyes.
He seemed to be running out of energy.
Horan stood up and said: "We will hold a ceremony for you. After the ceremony, you will become the sanctifying priest of the church."
"Father Sanctification? What is that?" Xia Yanzhen asked.
"Similar to the blood-armored knight, it is unique." Huo Lun said, "Only by becoming a sanctifying priest can you be qualified to contact and receive holy objects."
"Okay, start now?" Xia Yan really didn't think that any consecration ceremony would be like surgery and required preparation in advance.
"Yeah." Huo Lun moved forward slightly.
Others also stood up, the Pope last.
Xia Yanzhen asked: "What do you need me to do?"
"Stand still." Huo Lun said, taking off the cross hanging from his neck.
So did the rest of the cardinals.
The eight people slowly raised the small crosses in their hands and slowly whispered in a language that Xia Yanzhen could not understand.
The "Language Comprehension" function of God's Dream cannot be used at this time.
Xia Yanzhen listened to the sleep-like words uttered from the mouths of the eight cardinals, and couldn't help but take off the black cloth to read.
Hearing or perception is just another sense and cannot truly replace the role of eyes.
These eight cardinals were not dancing, but were calmly holding the cross high.
The increasingly fast sleepy babble in his mouth is in sharp contrast to the statue-like movements.
They all closed their eyes and did not see Xia Yanzhen take off the black cloth.
The same is true for the Pope.
In the "world" that Xia Yanzhen cannot see, light, pure light gradually lights up.
The source is the cross above the head of the Pope.
The light, as if it had become some kind of living thing, slowly "drilled" out of the cross.
It's obviously light, it's obviously a "straight line", but it gives people the feeling of a snake twisting and swimming.
Light also emanated from the cross held high by Huo Lun and others.
The light from the Pope's Cross converges in it, forming a "light cloud" in mid-air.
The wings are vaguely visible, and the image of eyes flashes past.
Immediately afterwards, the light cloud fell and enveloped Xia Yanzhen's whole body.
Pope Rodrigo opened his eyes, and there was pure white light in his eyes.
"Sanctify..."
An unknown language came from his mouth.
The light suddenly became intense, filling the entire room.
It slowly dissipated after a few minutes.
The Pope was the first to sit back on the chair, and the others also recovered from their sculpture state and sat back one after another.
"Is it over?" Xia Yanzhen asked.
"Huh?" Huo Lun opened his eyes again and looked at Xia Yanzhen in surprise, "Aren't you blind?"
"Well, wear it for fun." Xia Yanzhen said, "There won't be any request from a blind person, right?"
"...No." After a pause, Huo Lun said, feeling that Anderson's mind was not normal.
But it doesn't matter, the consecration ceremony is over.
No matter who this Anderson once was, he is now only the church's loyal dog and lackey, the only sanctifying priest at the moment.
"Then can I get the sacred object you mentioned?" Xia Yanzhen asked.
Huo Lun nodded first and then shook his head: "Whether you can get the holy object depends on whether you can withstand the test of the holy object."
Consecration rituals ensure fidelity.
But it won't change a person's personality and habits. Xia Yanzhen's nonchalant attitude didn't surprise anyone.
This is what he showed.
Hollen had never felt "Anderson" fearful of him.
This will not change after the consecration ceremony.
To put it bluntly, the consecration ceremony is equivalent to making a person who doesn't like to eat cilantro become a very fond of cilantro.
If you don't like eating carrots, there won't be any improvement.
"Oh." Xia Yanzhen nodded.
"Now, His Majesty the Pope will crown you." Huolun motioned for Xia Yanzhen to step forward.
Xia Yanzhen took a few steps forward. The chairs of the Pope and others were originally placed very high, plus the height of the chairs themselves.
You can ask the Pope to reach out and gently brush Xia Yanzhen's head: "My child..."
A long list of words that make people feel dizzy.
Xia Yanzhen goes in and out of one ear and the only thing he has to do is to answer words like "I understand" and "I do" from time to time.
Like wedding vows that are countless times longer.
For about ten minutes, Xia Yan was about to yawn. She sighed in her heart at how energetic the old man was before the coronation ceremony ended.
"Priest Sanctify..."
Huo Lun took the lead and sang in a low voice.
The rest of the cardinals whispered "Sanctify Father."
From then on, this was Xia Yanzhen's title, just like a cardinal - of course, the status could not be so high.
"The Sword Comes"
Probably similar to the Blood Armor Knight or the Dark Crow.
After the coronation ceremony, the Pope left in a small sedan chair carried by a designated person.
The cardinals, still in good health, slowly walked out of the room.
Huo Lun took Xia Yanzhen to get the holy objects that only the sanctifying priest could accept, bear, and use for his own use.
It was another long walk.
Xia Yan really thought that among the group of cardinals, only the relatively young and middle-aged man Huolun could lead the way.
For other elderly people, let’s not talk about whether their knees can handle walking up and down stairs or winding stairs.
Whether they can remember all the routes clearly is a question.
I wandered around the maze-like cathedral for a full hour.
Huo Lun took Xia Yanzhen to a thick stone door underground.
Outside the stone gate, four red knights were silent.
Huolun took off his cross and pressed it against the gap of the stone door.
The stone door slowly sank, revealing a bright room that was not dark inside.
In the center of the room, a thick book is placed on a shelf, behind which are two burning lanterns, emitting a soft light.