Fighter of the Destiny

Walking past the stone pillars is the Shinto that leads to the depths of the palace.

The students from the palace annex, the ancestral hall and the Qingyao Thirteenth Division stood on both sides of the Shinto and bowed in salute.

There were some stories that happened on this sacred path, but Chen Changsheng did not recall them and continued walking forward.

He climbed the long steps, walked through the Qingxian Hall, and finally arrived at the quiet hall.

The night sky was divided into wells by the eaves, just like in the past, but there was no longer the wooden spoon by the pool because the pot of green leaves was no longer there.

Anhua knelt down to salute, her white sacrificial robes fluttering in the slightly cold night breeze, just like her excitement at this time.

Chen Changsheng nodded and asked her to get up.

Anhua walked behind him and helped him put on the divine robe, and arranged it carefully for a long time.

Chen Changsheng looked at the somewhat narrow night sky, at the stars at the bottom of the well, and recalled the insights he had when he looked at the sea of ​​stars in Baidi City.

I don't know how long it took, but he looked back and said, "Let's go."

Accompanied by the sound of gentle, heart-washing water, he walked to the deepest part of the quiet side hall, in front of the stone wall.

The stone wall slowly parted, and countless rays of blazing light hit, and at the same time there was an endless sound of waves.

The sound of clothes rubbing together when people prostrate themselves in the roar of the waves is also the words of praise that people are either excited or in awe of.

"Meet His Majesty the Pope."

Countless priests fell to their knees like a tide.

Chen Changsheng was wearing a holy crown and holding a divine staff. He looked at the scene in front of him with a very calm expression.

Starting from the small town of Hanshan back then, more and more scenes like this appeared.

Just like the most common description - like a tide.

None of this was new to him.

He was used to seeing huge crowds of people.

This is not the first time he has stood here.

The place where he stood was the platform of the Hall of Light.

This is not the highest place in the Imperial Palace, but it is certainly the highest and unattainable location in the entire continent.

There are only more than ten stone steps from the ground, but it seems that we have arrived in the Kingdom of God, one of the seas of stars, thousands of miles away.

Accompanied by the pious chanting, the chanting of scriptures started again, and a solemn and sacred atmosphere enveloped the entire bright hall.

The warm holy light illuminates everything in the temple extremely brightly, and even the slightest darkness cannot exist here.

There is a very high stone wall in the Guangming Hall.

The statues of sages, heroes, protective knights and saints from previous generations carved on it were illuminated by the holy light and appeared to every detail, as if they were coming to life.

Those sages, heroes, apologist knights and saints of previous generations looked down at the world.

Their gazes were not indifferent, but filled with many real emotions.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the stone wall, standing in the holy light.

He bore the gaze.

He is watching the world.

This image is extremely sacred.

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Chen Changsheng raised the magic staff in his hand.

The chanting gradually stopped, and the priests stood up slowly, still like a tide.

The Hall of Light suddenly became very quiet, just like the sound of the breeze blowing on the stone wall that was lucky enough to pass through the formation, it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Perhaps it was because before the staff came down again, the crowd in the temple split into two sides.

The four giants of the state religion, the King of Linghai, Archbishop Eucalyptus Lin, Taoist Siyuan, and Hu Thirty-Two, stood on the right.

Hundreds of bishops who had left the palace and those who had returned from various temples stood behind them.

The number of bishops on the other side is much smaller, there is no archbishop of the cathedral, but the number of cardinals is very large.

These bishops all have one characteristic, that is, their faces are a bit old.

No matter where you are, the years and seniority represented by this kind of old age are a kind of strength in themselves.

The bishops from the Cardinal Office are also here, and more importantly, the Tiandaoyuan, the Thirteenth Department of Qingyao, and the Zongsi Temple are also here.

Only the Ligong Affiliated Hospital, which was greatly influenced by the King of Linghai, was not there. The dean and Su Moyu stood in the crowd, deliberately keeping a low profile.

Zhuang Zhihuan and the three bishops from the Archdiocese stood at the front of the crowd, with no intention of hiding their whereabouts or thoughts.

Chen Changsheng glanced at Zhuang Zhihuan, and then looked at a corner outside the hall.

The holy light enveloped the entire hall, and some of it spilled outside the hall.

The deep night outside the hall was torn open, illuminating a certain corner.

Bishop Umekawa is there.

No matter how warm the holy light was, it could not drive away the chill on his body.

Because he is dead.

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When Chen Changsheng took over as Pope, he was expelled from Kyoto by Shang Xingzhou.

He was an exiled pope.

Three years later, he returned to the palace. When he presided over the Illuminati Conference as the pope for the first time, he had to face a very difficult problem.

The priests at the ecclesiastical office, Zhuang Zhihuan and others, as well as the old cardinals, were all looking at him.

In the eyes of these old-school bishops, emotions such as sadness and anger can be clearly seen.

Of course, they still maintained enough respect for Chen Changsheng and still controlled their emotions very well.

Otherwise, the body of Bishop Meichuan would not be in the corner outside the hall at this time, but might appear in the Hall of Light, right in front of them.

The King of Linghai looked over there with no expression on his face, his eyes were very cold and his face was very ugly.

After knowing what happened in the National Education College, he kept staring at the ecclesiastical office and these old priests.

He did not expect that the other party would actually transport Bishop Meichuan's body into the palace and place it outside the Hall of Light.

He thinks this is a naked provocation to himself, and of course, it is also a warning to himself.

This shows that Li Gong is not monolithic.

The strength of the old sect of the state religion should not be underestimated, and there may be some people who are secretly supporting them.

The King of Linghai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back and forth between Hu Sanji and Archbishop Eucalyptus Lin, wondering who was that person?

Tonight is the first time His Majesty the Pope has convened an Illuminati meeting. Such a thing is an unbearable disrespect for him.

But he knew that it was inconvenient for him to do anything else at this time, let alone let anyone directly carry away the body of Bishop Meichuan.

Too many people saw this scene, and the harsh solution might make some priests lose control of their emotions.

Of course, he believed that with the popularity of His Majesty the Pope and the status of himself and others, he could forcibly suppress the current situation.

The problem is, that crack won't go away, but will get deeper.

Obviously, this is not what His Majesty the Pope wants.

The King of Linghai looked at Chen Changsheng, suddenly looking forward to it.

Many bishops in the temple who saw Chen Changsheng for the first time had no idea about the dispute between the old and the new. They were more curious or expecting.

How will His Majesty the Pope resolve this matter?

Yes, it was a saint who killed Bishop Meichuan, and King Chenliu testified about the whole process.

Everyone knows the relationship between the Saint and His Majesty the Pope. She helped you make the choice and naturally prepared the reasons for you.

Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng only needs to tell the reason at this time to resolve the matter.

But for some reason, all the priests, including the King of Linghai, and even the old-school priests didn't think he would do this.

No reason, no reason, maybe just because the stories over the years have already proven that he wouldn't do that.