Chapter 31 "Lord, are you there?"

  The original city, the Church of Light.

  Before the evil **** descended on the Continent of Divine Grace, it was just a small church. The Church of Light was set up in the original city to symbolize the goddess standing on the original side.

  The same is true for the other three Orthodox churches.

  After the evil **** came, the Church of Light sent a large number of people and materials here, and gradually formed the scale of a cathedral. Later, Pope Shalu personally sat in town, becoming the center of the Church of Light in the Grace Continent.

   But after.

  Goddess Saint Astana was polluted by evil gods, so she took the initiative to enter the church underground, locked herself in a cage, punished her with the god's chain Rael, and sealed her at the bottom of the church with a large magic circle of confinement.

  However, the evil **** is still too powerful.

  As Astana became more and more polluted, the evil aura emanating from her gradually invaded the entire cathedral, and the Church of Light was forced to move to another place in the city to build another church.

  If it weren’t for the fact that Astana’s words could not tell that she hadn’t lost her mind and was still fighting against evil, the cathedral would have been purified by everyone long ago.

  At this moment, eight people stood in front of the church gate.

   Imory, the king of elves, held a long blade in his hand and carried another on his back. With a dignified and serious face, he looked carefully at the church in front of him, which was intertwined with whiteness and darkness, holiness and evil, order and madness.

  Several great knights of the kingdom held huge shields. They stood in front of the church with burly figures, facing the evil aura, but they were as vulnerable as rabbits.

  There was an uneasy look on their faces.

   "I saw Astana, she is waiting for us."

   Xia Lu said slowly.

   "Maybe the evil **** is waiting for us!"

  Wilford, who believes in the mother of all things, has strong hostility towards the cathedral in front of him.

  He can feel that this place has been deeply invaded by evil. Even if there is any holy power remaining, it cannot conceal the evil nature inside.

   "Go in and have a look."

  The high priest of the sky **** who symbolizes poetry and freedom, Rossetti has beautiful long golden hair, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, showing a gentle smile:

   "Astana is a strong child. She has been fighting against evil in the church for a long time alone. No matter what she is now, we should go and see her."

  Everyone looked at her.

Rossetti summoned a harp that exudes soft light, fingers lightly plucked on the strings, and the wonderful sound rippled away, temporarily expelling the evil around him, and also blessed everyone with the blessing of poetry, making them feel lost in their confusion. Guidance can be found in .

   "Rosetti, your hair!"

   The silent elf king Imory was finally moved.

   Everyone looked at Rossetti's long blond hair. At some point, the ends of the beautiful blond hair had been dyed pale gray.

   This is a withered and corrupt color that symbolizes death and withering.

   She is tainted with evil.

   And already deep.

   "Don't tell others about this for now."

   Rossetti smiled softly.

   There has been no good news for a long time in the original city, and there are too many bad news.

"Let's go in."

  Rosetti was the first to walk into the cathedral, "I'm here this time, one of the purposes is to hear how Astana fights against evil, and whether that great existence can accept converts."

   Several kingdom knights chased after them, trying to go ahead, but Rossetti blocked them.

   "...Let's go."

   Imory clenched the weapon in his hand.

   Eight people entered the church together, found the entrance of the cage, and went down the steps step by step.

  The further down they go, the stronger the evil they feel.

  The great knights of the kingdom are very powerful, and can compete with the orc royal family one-on-one.

  But under the shroud of this evil atmosphere, they became trembling, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, and the shields in their hands seemed to have nothing, which could not stop the ubiquitous evil at all.

   "The Goddess said that we live in light and hope, and spiritual wisdom guides us forward."

  The scepter in Xia Lu's hand was shining brightly, once again dispelling the chaotic and evil aura that came.

   "Speed ​​up and get closer to Astana!"

   Imory felt the pure power ahead, and the faint hope in his heart was ignited again.

  Perhaps, Astana really...

  The eight of them quickly went down the steps. Before seeing Astana, they saw the pure and holy radiance emanating from the bottom of the cage, and heard the soft, ethereal, melodious prayer poem:

  "Great Lord, you created the vast starry sky, beautiful stars surround your kingdom of God, the stars are eternal, they bloom hundreds of millions of light years away, they are the symbol of your majestic power..."

  Astana, pray in the church cage.

  She is the only person who is still praying in God's Grace Continent.

  Even though she was strongly attacked by the power of evil gods, became distorted and weird, and couldn't leave at the bottom of the church, she was still praying and asking the gods to respond.

only.

  The people who were supposed to be moved by her persistence for a long time changed their faces suddenly after hearing her prayer.

  Even Pope Shalu, who cared about Astana the most and watched her grow up, lost his balance in horror.

   "Astana, stop your prayers!"

   What Astana sang was the prayer of the evil god.

   is full of evil demagogy, capable of distorting people's cognition.

  She even praised the eternal immortality of the stars? !

   "Astana, stop!"

  The elf king Imory's newly ignited hope was once again extinguished. He quickly descended, pulled out the elf blade in his hand, and fell lightly to the bottom of the church cage.

  The melodious prayer sounds stopped.

  Seeing Imory of Astana, his vigorous body seemed to be frozen by something, and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

   "Lord, please allow me to temporarily stop praying to you, a guest has arrived."

  On the stairs, Rossetti and the others looked at each other.

  At least Astana still has a trace of sanity, and has not been completely eroded by the evil god.

   But what did Imory see?

   Pope Shalu, holding the scepter, jumped and fell to the bottom of the cage, and saw Astana.

  Like Imory, he was also stunned.

   "What happened? What happened?"

  Wilford frowned, and his body slowly landed.

  The knights of the kingdom were the slowest, they ran down quickly with slow steps.

   Then, there was also silence.

  The scene in front of them challenged their cognition.

  Astana, who is slender, sits on the pile of chains formed by the locks of the gods, with her slender legs close together, like a girl in a skirt sitting on the bank of a river, admiring the blooming flowers, noble and dignified.

  Even looking at them with a smile, there is a holy charm.

   "Shalu, Imory, Rossetti, Wilford, and several knights, welcome."

   She smiled and spoke.

  Below her, sitting is the lock of the gods.

   This is a chain that the Mother Goddess of All Things instructed the Craftsman God to create to bind the gods.

  The purpose is to tie God of Disaster Rael to a high mountain so that he can endure the punishment of wind, rain, snow, snow and lightning for a long time.

  Until one day, the irritable Rael used his body to cover the flowers under his feet from the wind and rain, and the Mother Goddess of All Things unlocked the divine lock and let him return to the kingdom of God.

  Therefore, this chain of gods that can bind gods is also called Rael's bondage, or Rael's punishment.

but now.

Astana not only broke free from the god's chain, but also sat it under her body. Even though the god's chain lost part of its power due to the return of the mother goddess of all things, the strength displayed by Astana still moved them. .

  The reason why she is so powerful probably comes from the large pile of light spheres floating around her, constantly rotating, and constantly revolving around her.

  The movement of these **** of light is eerie.

  The small one revolves around the big one, and the big one revolves around the bigger one, and together they revolve around Astana.

  Like a circus trick.

  But these weird **** of light reveal... the power of magic!

   "Astana, what is this?"

   Xia Lu couldn't help asking.

  Astana is a descendant of the gods, and she should be the only person in the Divine Grace Continent who can still perform divine arts.

   But she hasn't used divine spells for a long time, making others not sure that she can't use divine spells.

   Now you can be sure.

  Astana can use the power of the gods.

   God, maybe still exists.

   "This is the beautiful starry sky created by the Lord I believe in."

  Astana replied with a smile, raised her fingertips, and tapped lightly on the light spheres under the vigilant eyes of the eight people on the opposite side.

   A large number of light spheres dimmed and flew away.

  Leave the largest ball of light, constantly rotating around Astana, the light shines on her face with black lines, the light ball is rotating, and the light and dark on her face are constantly changing.

   "It is day and night. The sun created by the Lord shines on his people in this way. Deep in the starry sky, there are many suns, which form the starry sky..."

  Astana patiently explained to them, and finally, clasped her hands in front of her chest, piously praised:

   "The Lord is a great existence beyond the void. He is equal to the original and can create all things. His kingdom of God, the earth, has a starry sky that is thousands of times vaster than ours."

   Imory, Wilford, Shalu and the others were so shocked that they lost their words.

  They instinctively feel that there is no equivalent to the original.

  But the pure power surrounding Astana is completely different from the evil god.

   She is not tainted by evil.

   is just a description of the world, beyond their cognition.

   "My lord Astana."

   Rossetti stretched out her hand, stroked her long hair in front of her body, stroked the gray hair tip with her fingertips, and asked her with a light smile, "Can the great Creator you believe in now accept believers other than you?"

  The high priest of the sky **** wants to convert to the Creator outside the void?

  Although it is said that before the gods return to the beginning, they will leave oracles to let them follow other gods.

but.

  If the Creator is an evil **** in disguise, the consequences will be disastrous.

  Wilford was one of the people who questioned Astana the most, but at this moment, he did not object.

because.

  After seeing Astana with my own eyes.

  He also saw strands of faint and tiny hope.

  Wilford chose to remain silent.

   "The Lord is merciful." Astana winked slightly playfully, "However, even if the Lord is merciful, I still have to ask the Lord for his opinion."

"Too dangerous."

  The oldest elf, Imory, said: "There are many polluted people outside the city. They can no longer be saved, and they are not allowed to enter the city again."

"what do you mean?"

   "I came forward to make a promise to let the polluted elves outside the city come in, come here, and believe in the Creator outside the void!"

   Imory's eyes glowed with hope: "If the polluted elves regain their former lightness and vigor, all the elves in the Divine Favor Continent will always follow you in Astana."

  Astana has become the representative of the Creator in the Divine Grace Continent. Without her permission, others can only follow her.

  There are more than one million people in the city, and outside the city, apart from many heretical believers, there are far more people who are tortured by evil forces than in the city.

  If they can get rid of the evil, God's Grace Continent will...

  Everyone looked at Astana together.

"good."

  Astana nodded slightly, "The Lord is merciful, I am praying to the Lord now, please don't talk."

   Imory and the other eight stepped back, standing respectfully and solemnly by the wall, waiting, and looking at her.

  They haven't prayed for many years, and some of them have forgotten how to pray to the gods.

  But Astana's first words made them fall into a strong shock.

   "Lord, are you there?"

this…

  How did prayer become like this? !

  (end of this chapter)