They all call me the Outer God

It will not look directly at anyone, but when people look directly at it when the light is shining, their eyes will sting unbearably, causing the so-called ghosting illusion.

Maybe this is God.

Now some people spontaneously represent God and issue orders to their subordinates in His name, thereby consolidating their dominance.

In order to strengthen their rule, they will also regularly give out small favors, in contrast to which they will pay higher and higher taxes...

Riya stopped thinking.

He didn't care what these people would do. At this time, he came here just to seek spiritual refuge from the glorious rising sun.

When there is no one to talk to, these superior beings become the best sustenance.

Anyway, the shining sun will not care about his complaints. From this point of view, this god is already impeccable in Riya's mind.

"Mr. Bishop, you don't have to hide with everyone. The shoulder pads make your body more than twice as wide. There is no room for you behind the pillar."

Ria walked to the pillar where the cardinal was hiding and poked the cardinal's robe with his cane. The old man trembled instantly and shouted something like "the rising sun destroys filth".

"Pollution diseases are not easily contagious. Besides, even if they are infected, people can still gain extraordinary power from them. Doesn't this have disadvantages and advantages?"

Riya patiently explained to the other party that he was not harmful, but the bishop insisted on going around to the other side of the pillar to avoid him: "You can confuse people with evil words, and stay away from filth. This is not a place for filth like you to wander around!"

Seeing his constant evasion, Riya couldn't help but guess: "It's not like you have relied on the Order Association to develop over the years, right?"

The barren place is not even equipped with a few mysterious items, and can only rely on taxes to make money for the nouveau riche.

If it weren't for Rising Sun's protection, it wouldn't be a surprise if this place was robbed one day.

He was not in the mood to continue spending time with these people, so he bowed to the statue of the shining sun and drew the rising sun symbol on his chest with one hand.

"Praise the sun."

His behavior shocked everyone, and soon, Riya did something even more incredible.

He asked the cardinal to take him to the confessional.

At that moment, the bishop thought there was something wrong with his ears, but after Riya repeated the previous request, he began to wonder whether Riya was addicted to confession.

The bishop does not believe in the piety of the polluter's patients. The polluter must have an evil purpose in doing these things.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the confessional and hear my confession in person."

After Riya finished speaking, she walked towards the confessional on her own, whether the bishop was following him or not.

After much thought, he followed her to avoid Riya doing something irreversible later.

Fifteen burning candles were still placed in front of the confessional door, flickering their orange flames as if they would not run out of wax.

"What does fifteen mean? Why are there fifteen candles here?"

"Fifteen is a balanced number. Rumor has it that this is also the integer favored by God... What do you want to do by asking these questions?"

"Nothing, please come first, Bishop."

Ria made a "please" gesture to the bishop. The bishop was stunned for a few seconds, his face turned red visibly to the naked eye, and veins popped up on his forehead, as if he was quite angry.

After all, according to the rules, the penitent should come first, and the person who listens to the confession and is responsible for conveying God's will should come last. He was obviously the latter, but Riya asked him to come first.

But according to Riya's attitude, if he doesn't do it, he may die.

He could only do it.

So when the bishop took his first step, the candles "hoo", "hoo" and "hoo" were all extinguished.

There are still a few remaining white smoke rising from the extinguished candle.

Seeing this, the Cardinal's face turned pale, and Ria finally couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft, this is so pious, Lord Bishop. I didn't expect that you, who listen to other people's confessions all day long, would be judged by the sun to be extremely evil."

"This is impossible!"

impossible! ! !

The bishop shook his head desperately and stared at the candles on the ground with fear on his face. Then, he suddenly turned around and looked at Riya behind him.

"It's you——

As long as I have a relationship with you, all these candles will be extinguished! The real evil is you! "

"Well, you said earlier that you questioned the judgment of the sun, wouldn't that give us something to confess to?

Bishop, this is not a shameful thing. Just ask Him well and He will forgive you. "

It was rare for Riya to be so happy. He took a few steps forward and patted the bishop on the shoulder. The seemingly harmless but inescapable force directly led the bishop into the confessional door.

Like what happened before, after they entered, the door disappeared directly, and a yellowed ancient portrait appeared on the wall. But what was different from before was that this time the color of the portrait was scarlet, and the center sphere also appeared near it. Some distorted light lines.

It seems that this is the first time the bishop has seen such a portrait. After all, according to precedent, if the number of burning candles is not 0 or 15, such a scene cannot be seen at all.

Moreover, the person responsible for leading people to repent is usually a priest. He has more important things to do. At this time, he was also stunned and didn't understand how the current situation could become like this.

"Okay, Lord Bishop, making mistakes is not a terrible thing. As long as you follow the guidance of the rising sun devoutly, he will purify all your mistakes. Now tell me about your mistakes.

Don't be nervous, just take it easy and relax as if you were chatting with an old friend. "

"I..." The bishop opened his mouth. At this moment, in such a closed and depressing room, next to him was a distorted portrait of the Rising Sun, and closer to him was a plague god that could cause the spread of pathogens at any time.

The bishop's heart became more and more desperate.

But the confessional is a place for confession. The less he spoke, the darker the blood on the Rising Sun's portrait became. Those distorted lines slowly extended, almost crawling out of the paper.

But at first glance, the so-called moving lines in the portrait were just an illusion.

"..."

"I am guilty."

He finally spoke.

The bishop's heart was beating wildly, and blood rushed into his brain quickly. After saying this, the old man was relieved and his eyes lost their spirit.

Leah: "Go on, Bishop, I'm listening, and He is listening too."

"I'm guilty. I took too much money that I shouldn't have taken, and I've received too much flattery that I shouldn't have."

"I helped His Holiness escape, so he couldn't come to confession. I'm deeply sorry for that."

Leah: "Talk about yourself, don't involve others."

"The Holy Communion should have been distributed twice a month, but I thought it was wasteful and changed it to once, and swore to the sun that this was saving."

"Go on."

"The factory didn't have the church's consent, so they couldn't start construction. We agreed to build a factory near Winstown, but we didn't expect it to cause a sharp increase in the number of extraordinary creatures in Winstown. I'm guilty."

"I... am guilty."