savior epic

Chapter 68 Shaken Faith
Lomea returned to the lecture hall, walked into the priest's bedroom, took off the ode beads from his waist, and put them on the table.

Glancing at the body on the bed, he pulled out the straw chair, and Lomea sat at the table by the window.

Firewood is burning in the fireplace, and the wooden frame is painted with imitation marble patterns. The oil paintings in oval frames are hung high on the wall.

It was already bright enough, and Lomea extinguished the oil lamp.

"Could it be that I'm too neurotic and too suspicious." Lomea said to himself, "Before Lucius died, there were so many apprentices studying occultism in the town. Spirituality, Kasim and Roman have already induced spirituality, and Idle's spiritual potential far exceeds them, how could Chen Yi be targeted."

As for doubts, Lomea thought about it carefully, and apart from what Chen Yi said about being dragged into the ancient holy capital, there were no other doubts.And the northern soil that fell into the pale shower is so vast, who knows where the hidden soul comes from?
"Even if it is related to Christopher, it has nothing to do with him directly." Lomeah dismissed his worries step by step, "And Christopher may not have anything to do with it, he is from the Holy Land."

Christopher, if nothing else happened, he should have already boarded the stake.

Lomea calmed down, although she was still a little uneasy, she also planned to go to Chen Yi's house to spy and observe from time to time.

Boom Boom Boom Boom
Song Zhu trembled a series of times, pulling Luo Mea back from her calm.

Lomea picked up the chanting beads and identified the variation of scriptures on each bead.

"A letter? From the Holy Land?"

Lomea was a little confused, maybe it was the reply letter that was read by lying down.

Opening the closet, Lomea sat in.

Then, the pupils were slowly rolled up, the whites of the eyes were exposed, and black and smooth tentacles gushed out from the facial features.

Her emissary body, a slug-shaped black creature, slowly drilled out.

Lomea squirmed on the floor, dragged slowly to the side of the bed, stretched out the soft and slippery body, climbed up the limbs of the priest, and penetrated into the facial features.

After getting used to it, the officiant got up slowly.

Picking up the beads again, the officiant turned out the "Peace Lectures", deciphered and sorted them one by one according to the scriptures of the beads, and stopped on the second page of No.70.

"Messenger from the sacred space,"

The priest recited a series of mantras in Yavin language,
"Children driven by the initiation of the King of Our Kings,

Although his body is small, his beliefs are firm, he has no scruples, and he has nothing to hide.

In this place known only to you and me, to fulfill your duty, I summon you, Messenger Fairies of the Braddo Forest. "

The scripture writing on the second page of No. 70 began to distort as the incantation was chanted, and the page turned a dull yellow, and then disappeared line by line as if it had been erased.

After the paper was blank, a little bit of light jumped onto the paper, and the officiant knew that it was the content of the letter written by the messenger fairies word by word and without deviation.

As the letter was half written, the officiant read the contents of the letter, which was a letter from the Qinghong Lecture Institute.

"My dear Priest Isa, the same devout believer of the King of Kings,
I must tell you something extremely important.

Christopher ascended to heaven. "

Seeing this, her heart seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and her face was full of shock.

Looking at the trembling handwriting, the priest knew that he was not the only one shocked.

"Forgive me for not being able to describe what happened in detail, I am just writing this letter hastily now, besides you, there are other priests and our great priest.

I can only tell you, Christopher, that he was burned at the stake.I thought he would be martyred in the fire and complete the comprehension ceremony of sealing the holy object. Although the holy object was successfully sealed, Christopher...he seemed to be canonized. "

As mentioned above, Christopher's ascension to heaven was already expected by the officiant. Even so, she was still in great shock.

Only angels can be canonized. Which angel canonize a saint?
The priest continued to look at it,

"This matter, I must inform the temple and our great chief priest as soon as possible, and I can only briefly describe it.

Christopher forgives everyone and goes to the stake.Then, as he was burned by the flames, he sang softly, and the true believers who were present also rose to sing.

Then, a person who could be perceived but not seen appeared, he, he, (forgive my blasphemy) seemed to hold the authority of the true religion, so sacred and magnificent that even I, who was number three, could not help trembling.

He said he has forgiven us, that is his covenant.

I don't dare to speculate, maybe he is just an angel, an angel who still sticks to the true religion, but
Do the angels of the dull ones have such power?

So. Creeping, chilling, even...
Shake your faith! "

The knight order or also known as the knight brotherhood, if you want to join this kind of military decoration club, in addition to the strict assessment, the members must first swear three lifelong vows, namely: absolute wealth, absolute beauty, and absolute intention, that is, to cut off money, to cut off Marriage, and absolute obedience and obedience to orders and gods.

The Order of the Saintess Holding the Sword was also included in the Order of Arms Improvement.

Its members are all nuns selected from all over the country. At the beginning, they were active as a group of doctors accompanying the army. However, as the movement to restore the Holy Land intensified, the Order of the Sword Wielder gradually grew and inevitably developed into an armed force. Sticking to tradition and belief, the congregation is still composed of women, including grooms and attendants, all of whom are recruited rural women.

So far, there are a total of fifty knights, three hundred sergeants, and hundreds of servants in the congregation. Two baronies are also within their jurisdiction.

Even as a vassal of the Poor Knights, the independence and autonomy of the Order of the Maiden of the Sword is still well guaranteed. For the general orders or requests of the Poor Knights, the Order has the right to unconditionally refuse to execute.

Unless, it was the Black Scarf Order that was personally stamped with the blood of the griffin by the leader of the Knights.

The dark morning was gradually brightening, and the morning mist filled the air, and flocks of jackdaws fluttered high, skimming the ring decoration of the castle.The sun shines on the rows of silver armor in the school grounds, and the nuns and knights kneel in the church, doing morning prayers and listening to the ringing of the bell.

Janet, the nearly forty-year-old president, took advantage of her morning prayers, clutching the black scarf order sent by the head of the griffin, and found the other four knight leaders. They discuss.

They gathered in the conference hall and sat down at the long table.

"Sister, what's the matter?" It was Eudocia who spoke. She had a pretty face and light brown hair. She was 27 years old, the youngest of them, and the most knowledgeable.

"Sisters who are loyal to the Lord, I have no intention of interrupting your morning prayers," said President Janet as she held out the Black Scarf's order, "Eudosia, read this, the Black Scarf's order."

The letter paper decorated with black silk scarf fell in front of the eyes of the girls, and the knight commanders gasped one by one.

"What's the matter? Sister. The Pope wants to prepare for the Restoration of the Holy Land again?" a gray-haired female knight asked seriously.

"No, it's not." President Janet tore off the silk scarf, and pulled out the letter paper stamped with griffin's blood, "Baiyinkana, our lost holy land, someone has been canonized."

In an instant, the entire conference hall was in great shock, and in the unbelievable silence, they could hear the trembling of each other's arms and gradually gasping for breath.

(End of this chapter)