The messenger turned his back to the morning light and walked toward them, his short black hair flying in the wind.
Although his face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, Ariel could clearly feel that those blue eyes were sharp and ruthless, as if they were indifferent to everything in the world.
Seeing such a scene, Ariel could not connect him with the boy who drank alone in the small town of Cambridge.
"Perhaps this is the true face of Lord Messenger," Ariel thought silently, "What I have seen before is just a disguise used by Lord Messenger to deceive the enemy."
The messenger gently raised his hand, with a faint smile on his face: "No need to be polite."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ariel felt that with this understatement of the Messenger, the divine power in his body was completely out of his control, and was completely taken over by the Messenger, as if the Messenger was the master.
Like its true owner.
He even suspected that these powers would betray him and even kill him easily with just a thought from the messenger.
But at this moment, the power of these gods became tame and gentle.
They turned into a pair of invisible hands, lifted Ariel and his companions from the ground, and led them to sit down on the chairs next to the round table.
Later, the envoy also came to the round table and sat on the special black high-backed chair.
He put his hands on his knees, smiled and looked straight ahead.
The dilapidated ruins, the flames swaying in the wind, the vast sky, and the vast expanse of snowy fields all fell into his pupils and became tiny reflections.
Ariel didn't dare to look at him again.
He just looked around silently, observing the reactions of his companions
High Priest Delphi was as calm as ever. It seemed that because he had experienced too many storms, there was not much excitement or surprise in his eyes, only pure piety and awe.
"After so many years, this guy Delphi has really not changed at all, he is still like a dead piece of wood," Ariel commented silently in his heart. "Sure enough, in his heart, apart from the great god, he can no longer pretend to be anything else."
Something else.”
In contrast, the young knight Refant was a little out of sorts. Although he tried hard to restrain himself, the surprise, excitement, and joy were still inevitably and clearly written on his face.
on, obviously feeling proud that the Lord Messenger had reserved a special seat for him at the round table.
Because of this, when the Lord Messenger's eyes fell on him, he tried to sit upright and straighten his chest, as if he wanted to attract the Lord Messenger's attention and thus be reused.
As for Sean Derek, the doctor with thick dark circles, in addition to the awe he should have, his face also revealed a look of confusion and shock, as if he had never imagined that he, as a fugitive who had just been rescued from prison, joined
In less than a day in the Dark Temple, and before I even had time to increase the power of the Divine Familiar, how could I become a confidant who could sit at the same table with the Lord Messenger?
However, what surprised Ariel the most was the performance of Saint Isabella.
On her face, Ariel not only saw the respect that a believer should have for the messenger of the gods, but also glimpsed a hint of curiosity belonging to a young girl in her smart eyes.
She was the only one who dared to not bow her head or avoid him when the messenger's eyes fell on her, but just smiled in return.
But the messenger obviously won't stick to these details.
He sat on a high-backed chair, meditated for a moment, and said calmly: "When the great God of Darkness sent me to this world to spread his teachings, he wanted me to bring a pulpit with me.
"God said that when I stand on the high platform, all living beings will be in awe and listen to my words.
"But, I declined.
"So I only brought this round table with me and came here to find you.
"Because I believe that under the throne of God, all living beings are equal.
"And the round table just represents freedom, equality and respect."
His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the cold and windy snowfield.
Ariel listened quietly.
In his opinion, every word of the messenger was full of profound meaning.
Especially the phrase "Under the throne of God, all living beings are equal" that once appeared in the "Dark Sacred Scripture" made Ariel deeply feel the majesty of the gods.
In the eyes of the superior gods, the status gap between people is insignificant; whether they are princes, generals, ministers, or beggars and refugees, they are like mayflies, small, short-lived, and fleeting.
"So, I came here not only to obey my Lord's will, but also to hope to hear your voice. After all, the revival of the temple is not only my Lord's idea, it is my responsibility, and it is also the responsibility of each of you.
Mission," the Lord Messenger continued to state, then turned his head and looked at the high priest on the side of the round table, "Delphi?"
"I'm here." High Priest Delphi raised his head and promised respectfully.
"Have you ever considered where the Dark Temple should go from here?"
"Of course, wherever the sword of my god points, and wherever the Lord Messenger orders us to return, we will go there."
"Be specific."
When speaking, the messenger slightly raised his voice, as if he was dissatisfied with such empty talk.
"Sir Messenger, please forgive me," Delphi said apologetically, "Although under the care of our Lord, we successfully blew up the Northern Tribunal of the Church of Light and rescued Isabella and Ariel,
But...but, our overall strength is still much weaker than that of the Church of Light, and the number of believers is not even comparable to...a fraction of that of the Church of Light.
"These are all my sins. I failed to retain more vitality for the Black Temple in the past war years.
"I think that after this, I will continue to lead my companions and hide in the temple in the far north ice field to preserve power and improve our strength. When we are strong enough to confront the Church of Light head-on, we will start from the ice field again.
Come out, regain the faith that belongs to my lord, and avenge your dead companions..."
After finishing speaking, Delphi looked at the expression on the messenger's face, waiting for the other party's evaluation, and looked a little nervous.
The messenger chuckled lightly and shook his head.
"Do you think that just by being in a corner, our Dark Temple can truly achieve revival?"
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The messenger gathered his disciples around the round table and gave them power and authority.
He also sent them to proclaim the word of God and bring the gospel to the world.