The Church of Light does not have the title of the God of Truth. The main plane has the title of the God of Truth. The mage who transcends the mysteries is the God who has mastered the truth.
In the Church of Light here, there is an additional God of Truth, and he is also the only God. This is strange.
"The light shines on the earth, but it cannot shine on the kingdom of the dead. The God of Truth used the truth he mastered to create alchemy, constructs, warlocks, and starburst circles, and created the sacred heaven that protects us. Your daughter has
Holy Light Affinity is the saint chosen by God." Monica explained.
Negris, who was reflected on Ange, had vomited blood all over the floor. He had always been curious about what excuse the warlock used to deceive these believers of light.
Because according to the information Ange obtained, the gods were destroyed by the starburst array. In other words, including the God of Light, they were all killed by the starburst array.
But now, this great priest said that the Starburst Array was the kingdom of God that protected them? Was it created by the God of Truth to protect the light?
Hey hey hey, these statements are simply ridiculous and contain endless profound meanings. No, no, no, stop!
Nigris suppressed the urge to analyze in detail and prepared to go back and study it with Anthony and the silver coin.
Now it is very aware of its own weaknesses and no longer dares to claim to be omniscient. At least it does not understand the human heart. In this regard, profiteers and old magicians are ten thousand times more powerful than it.
Turning his attention back, Negris observed the surrounding buildings and found that the style of the buildings was very classical.
Classicism is often associated with simplicity. As long as it is ancient to a certain age, it must be simple. In an era of underdeveloped productivity, all unrealistic decorations can be avoided if possible.
What? Are the cathedrals in the main plane very luxurious? They are not ancient. They have been constantly renovated and renovated in the past few hundred years. You have never seen the oldest church, which is in a broken cave.
The current church is the same, with snow-white walls, not much decoration, and two statues of gods hanging on the roof.
Monica explained awkwardly: "We are in the void. The space should be horizontal, but now it is vertical, so it is a bit weird. Please don't mind."
Ange was expressionless, but Nigris was about to laugh. When he thought of the believers and pastors kneeling on the ground, raising their heads to pray to the roof, he couldn't help it. If it goes on for a long time, will everyone get sick?
Cervical spondylosis.
There are two statues of gods, one is that of the God of Light, and the other is unknown to me, it should be the God of Truth.
Ange's attention was all on the unknown God of Truth, because he could see that all the soul flames generated by prayers were thrown into the statue of the God of Truth, and the statue of light could not receive it at all.
Under normal circumstances, gods who are not under the same belief system cannot see soul flames and beliefs, but Ange can see it because he has the godhead of the God of Libra, which also means that the God of Libra and
The gods of light in this world are under the same belief system.
It's broken, it's broken, they are one. This God of Light is really the will of the main godhead who was driven away by the gods of light on the main plane.
However, here, it doesn't seem to be doing very well. All the beliefs have been stolen by this God of Truth who pops up out of nowhere, and nothing can reach it. Is it because it has fallen?
Ange stared blankly for a while and did nothing.
Seeing him like this, Monica knew that she had failed. This Mr. An was not inspired by the light, which was troublesome. The light could not attract him, and neither could the delicious food. How could we make them stay?
What to do if various activities fail to attract him? Buy it with money?
No, a saint who was sold by her parents cannot be pure in her heart. If she cannot have pure holy light, what is the difference between her and ordinary priests like them?
In the same way, it cannot be forced. Monica hopes that the child will be a saint who stays with his father on his own initiative, with a heart full of love and light, and a pure heart.
Instead of staying with resentment because of money or force, eventually losing the pure holy light and becoming an ordinary priest or priest, or even a factor of instability.
Alas, I hope tonight's event can attract them.
After leaving the church and walking to the back, Ange suddenly and quietly grabbed a handful of the yellow light in his hand and pressed it quietly into his heart.
"What is it? What did you pick up again?" Nigris was startled and immediately looked towards his heart.
The godhead of the God of War and Peace was stored in Ange's heart. At this moment, there was a little yellow light spot on the godhead. Negris' mind swept over it and he immediately felt a dreamy murmur: Where is the truth...
…where is the truth…
"Is this... is this a heroic spirit?" Nigris asked hesitantly.
Ange nodded.
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After dinner, there were various entertainment activities as usual, including watching magic paintings and phantoms, sharing oddities, operas, poetry performances, and simulated magic circle competitions, which were very colorful.
After a tiring day, people return to the Warlock Ladder to have fun and relax.
The seeds of the Babel Sacred Tree appeared in the strange sharing event, and six ladders descended at the same time. The Warlock Alliance collected many strange things that were not found in the Starburst Array.
If they are particularly valuable, they will be exhibited everywhere so that everyone can share their wonder.
The seeds of the Babel Sacred Tree are obviously such rare items. A long time ago, Nigris knew about the missing seeds of the Babel Sacred Tree. He originally said that he would give them to Ange after they found them, but he didn't expect that they would be given to the Warlock.
in the hands of the Alliance.
Under the leadership of Monica, they came to one of the floors of the main pillar. There were already many people here. Everyone was either stopping to chat, waiting for their companions, or meeting new friends.
Monica's status was obviously relatively noble. As soon as she came in, many people saluted and greeted her. After seeing the scars on her face clearly, they even showed shocked expressions. Some women gathered around and pulled her to steal.
Whisper.
Monica smiled mysteriously, kept changing the topic, and resolutely refused to reveal the news about the scar.
Seeing that they couldn't get anything out of their inquiries, the women complained that Monica was heartless, and finally dispersed angrily.
Monica breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the little angel regretfully. Alas, the little angel couldn't be kept. It would be useless if she told others. Instead, she would get into trouble. If anyone wanted to do anything hard, these two vegetable farmers and their daughter
'That's troublesome.
Holding back her regret, Monica said with a smile: "Mr. An seems to really like planting things. Even the evening activities are designated to see seeds. Our agricultural and plant department also seems to have activities to collect seeds. Let me see if I can
I hope you won’t mind getting some free seeds as a gift.”
How could Ange dislike it? He nodded vigorously immediately.
When Monica saw this, she immediately smiled happily. Even if it didn't attract the little angel to stay, it was still a good thing to leave a pleasant memory for the guests.
Not long after, the strange sharing activity officially began.
Although it is a rare sharing, the definition of strange is different for everyone. Especially for Ange, who reflects the god of knowledge, almost nothing can be considered strange.
So Ange kept an expressionless face throughout the entire process. Even when the seeds of the Tongtian Divine Tree were brought out, Ange was not surprised and instead shook his head.
Monica, who had been paying close attention to him, couldn't help but ask: "Mr. An, is there something wrong with the seeds?"
Ange opened his mouth, but found that it would take many words to explain. Negris did not dare to speak and could not translate for him, so he closed his mouth again.
Monica laughed. How could she expect a vegetable farmer who had never seen a sacred tree to express his opinion? It was too embarrassing for him.
Unable to get the response she expected, Ange also expressed his intention to leave after the event, so Monica had no choice but to send them off reluctantly.
Before leaving, the classical pastor ladies gave the little angel many gifts and put them in a big bag, which was even taller than the little angel.
Seeing the little angel holding the package on his head, Monica was not surprised. She just thought that the children working in the field must be very strong.
Monica took out a sheepskin album and handed it to Ange: "This is a sample of plant seeds collected by the alliance. I hope you like it."
"This is our teleportation array communication logo. If you encounter any trouble or danger, you can find a teleportation array, use this logo to request communication, and then just ask the great priest Monica."
"This is a box of instant rice cakes. The order in Beifeng City seems to be okay, but other places are already in chaos. If it is inconvenient to buy food, these rice cakes can last for a while."
"This is a little bit of magic crystal. For my little friend, this little bit of magic crystal is insignificant to heal my scar. I hope you don't dislike it."
Monica also prepared a lot of gifts and said a lot of nice things for fear that Ange wouldn't accept them.
Putting aside other things, the little angel healed her scar, which was a great grace. This was a knot in her heart, and the little angel could untie this knot.
The tire marks on the face are just an eyesore, but the scars that twist like flesh worms can be considered unsightly and can cause psychological discomfort to oneself and others.
Now, this uncomfortable thing has disappeared, and she can show her face more confidently in the future.
Even if she couldn't leave the little angel to take good care of her, she also wanted her benefactor to live a happy life, so she prepared all practical things.
Ange took it, and according to the habit of equal exchange, his finger was ready to lift up, but was stopped by Nigris desperately.
"Don't move, don't move. We can compensate her later. You can't expose your strength now. Don't move. You can't move."
Until the end, Ange couldn't wait for the price and could only drag a lot of things and walk out depressedly.
Not far away, several black figures jumped out.
"Sir, you are finally out, are you okay?" Yin Coin let out a long breath.
"We are worried to death. Sir, are you okay?" Anthony also let out a long sigh.
Everyone was in a hurry, took the gifts from Ange, and quickly returned to the city.
After returning to the city lord's palace and setting up the barrier, Anthony and the others truly breathed a sigh of relief.
"We are worried to death. Where is Lord Naig?" Anthony asked.
Negris's voice came from Ange's body: "Wait for me, I will change my body again."
After a while, a brass dragon climbed up from the corner.
Duroken said angrily: "Lord Naig, can't you switch your thoughts back to us to say that we are safe? From morning to now, everyone is so anxious that they are about to pee."
Nigris rolled his eyes at him: "You peed, don't pretend. If you knew what we had encountered, you would never have such thoughts."
Anthony and others felt nervous.
Nigris told the story about the God of Light and the God of Truth, and even repeated Monica's words word for word, and finally asked Ange to take out the heroic spirit.
"Book." Ange spread his hands towards it.
Well, Nigris fell to the ground, and after a while, the Book of Brass flew over.
The Book of Brass is usually hung on Ange's waist, but this time it was being delivered, so it was temporarily removed.
Open the Book of Brass, take out the yellow dot, and insert it into the page.
A spirited old man with white hair and slovenly clothes appeared in the Book of Brass. He sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched his beard and whispered: "What is the truth... Where is the truth..."
At the corner of the page, a red star appeared quietly, scratching the page.
I looked left and right, but saw no danger. The red star came over with its hands and feet, the red star on its chest flashed, and then it pushed hard: "Red Star"
Before the word flash could be read out, a huge dragon stepped down with its big foot, crushing it directly.
Negris, who was in the form of a giant dragon, picked up a thin piece of red star angrily and threw it across the corner of the page.
But when it came back, the sloppy old man had already stood up. He looked at the direction where the red star disappeared, his eyes bright: "The truth is here, the truth is within the range of the starburst! Starburst..."
The sloppy old man opened his hands, and a strange magic circle immediately appeared behind him. Countless rays of light converged on him from the magic circle and poured into his hands.
Snap! Nigris' big foot stepped down and crushed him into pieces of paper.
Nigris waved his claws angrily, and an iron cage appeared, covering the sloppy old man.
The page turned to another page, and the second iron cage covered the red star. Now they couldn't move to other pages, and they probably wouldn't fight.
After finishing all this, Nigris was exhausted mentally and physically, closed the pages of the book, and projected it onto his body again.
"A heroic spirit? Who is he? You captured a heroic spirit from the Church of Light?" Anthony asked strangely.
Even if Ange captured a god of light in the Church of Light and came back, he wouldn't be so surprised. Why is it a heroic spirit?
Heroic spirits are a collection of group beliefs. Why is there such a group belief in the Church of Light?
Negris spread his hands: "Because the Church of Light has been occupied, and the God of Truth is there to steal the light. This guy is muttering about where the truth is. Could it be that he is the God of Truth?"
"It's impossible, it's just a heroic spirit." As soon as he finished speaking, Nigris overturned it himself and continued to speculate: "Did he just set off a starburst? Could he be the inventor of the starburst magic circle?
Have you seen that magic circle clearly?"
Ange spread his hands and gestured there, and before long, a strange magic circle appeared on Ange's palm.