After the Willis incident.

The God-Killing Spear has become the most frequently prayed word by believers of the Holy Bishop of all faiths.

Old Mark, the original bell ringer, has now become a wise man and is respected by all believers.

City of the Holy Lord, in the Cathedral of Gabriel.

Old Mark, wearing an extremely clean coarse robe, knelt in front of the statue of Archangel Gabriel and kept mumbling to himself and praying.

It's different from what others imagine.

Old Mark, the bell ringer, didn't feel much joy deep in his heart at this time.

His devotion to his faith was not due to the fear recorded in the Book of the Holy Lord.

But for peace of mind and atonement.

This kind of faith is flawless and pure. In the kingdom of gods in Lilliput, this kind of person is the best believer.

He is a fanatic among fanatics.

If your own talents are not bad, it is a matter of course to be given the title of saint!

Old Mark suddenly became drowsy while praying, and fell into a dream again.

Suddenly I found myself standing in a splendid golden hall.

On both sides of the main hall, there were dozens of heroic angels wearing armor, spreading their white wings and looking at him.

This made old Mark extremely frightened.

But a voice rang in his heart.

tell him.

Don't be afraid, the angel's respectful attention is the reward that a devout believer like him deserves!

In Cormac's ears, the familiar angel's whisper sounded.

Amidst the buzzing sound, old Mark suddenly had some enlightenment.

He took a deep breath and straightened his habitually bent waist.

Old Mark's figure suddenly became much taller, and a faint white light appeared all over his body, making it seem as if he had turned on beautifying special effects when he walked.

When Old Mark walked to the depths of the hall, he saw the God-killing Spear standing in the deepest part of the hall.

Holy music suddenly sounded all around.

Translucent illusory little angels flew out, letting out bursts of joy and laughter.

The God-killing Spear glowed with golden light.

Under the light.

Old Mark slowly leaned down and saluted the God-killing Spear.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the tip of the God-killing Spear, and took a deep breath.

"In the name of the Holy Lord, in the name of the God-killing Spear."

"I am willing to sacrifice myself for this, even if I am broken into pieces."

"All I want is to enjoy peace of mind after death."

"I just hope we can do better in the future."

"Amen!"

Old Mark said and knelt on the ground.

The god-killing spear shone with bright golden light.

A beam of light suddenly enveloped Old Mark's body.

The next moment.

A golden halo suddenly appeared on Old Mark's head.

Old Mark heard the voice from Him:

I heard your answer!

From now on, you will receive my gift!

ah!

In the Church of Archangel Gabriel.

Old Mark, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted, then stood up in a panic and swayed.

He gasped for air,

I saw a large group of priests and nuns running towards me in alarm.

Old Mark suddenly yelled again and suddenly tore open his coarse robe, exposing his back.

Waves of exclamations immediately came out.

But the priests and nuns were surprised to see a dark red god-killing spear line extending from the back of the neck to the waist on Old Mark's back!

Under gaze, this pattern actually gave everyone the illusion of glittering gold.

"Stigmata!"

"This must be the stigmata!"

An old priest shouted with piety on his face.

Some people instinctively wanted to raise questions, but after noticing the pattern of the God-killing Spear on Old Mark's back, they were shocked to find that an illusory image of the God-Killing Spear formed by this pattern appeared in their mind.

And...this image still lingers.

They couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and hurriedly confessed to the Holy Lord and the God-killing Spear.

"The stigmata appeared on old Mark's back?"

"Holy Lord, what's going to happen again?"

The red archbishop heard the news from his secretary, his face seemed calm.

Deep in my heart, there was a turbulent wave.

Once again he had doubts about his status.

Holy Lord!

Why, why is this all happening?

Obviously, obviously he is the red archbishop, the most authoritative person in the city of the Holy Lord.

But after all kinds of miraculous things happened, I was the last one to know about it!

Could it be that the cardinal team did something wrong in ancient times, so they were affected like this?

The red archbishop couldn't figure out the reason, so he had to leave the blame to his predecessors.

Suddenly, the red archbishop noticed a knock on the door. He quickly responded and said, "Please come in."

The cardinal archbishop was surprised to find that it was Father Roros who came in!

The red archbishop hurriedly stepped forward to salute, not daring to show off his authority to this ancestor.

Father Roros smiled slightly, but then he said something astonishing:

"Your Mightiness."

"Times have changed."

"The Holy War has begun, and the war between Heaven and the Four Horsemen will become more frequent."

"It's time to expand the legacy of Holy Master's priests and warriors."

"Amen!"

Father Roros' words were like sounds of nature to the Cardinal.

He asked excitedly in a low voice:

"Can we also learn inheritance knowledge?"

"All clergy with pious beliefs and talents will have opportunities."

Father Roros replied calmly, and then left with a smile.

"Do you still have to be talented?"

The red archbishop was surprised for a moment, and after thinking about this answer, he became a little worried.

To become a red archbishop, your faith is absolutely firm and trustworthy.

But to say that it can become an extraordinary talent.

This requires a question mark!
To be continued...