At 5 a.m., there are still three hours before the ceremony begins.

Julia lay on her side on the quilt. Although she was mentally exhausted, she did not sleep according to her body's wishes. Instead, she forced herself to stay awake at all times, occasionally using the clock meditation that Donald taught her to refresh her spirits, thinking about what might be next. face and how to get out of the current predicament.

She watched Donald and several others imprisoned in the Inquisition. This time, no one stood in front of her to shield her from the wind and rain as before. It was her turn to be on her own.

But she wasn't completely alone.

Due to the dual limitations of talent and spiritual power, the connection between the ghost servant who had been conquered in the ruins of the plague and her has been broken, but there is another ghost who is different.

The bedside table shrouded in moonlight casts shadows on the ground, and a wisp of gray mist winds up, passing the magic shackles on Julia's wrist, and changing rows of words on the palm of her open palm.

"I see......"

After a long time, Julia opened her mouth and expressed her meaning with her lips, and the gray fog immediately dissipated, hiding in the shadows again.

**

when~when~when~

The melodious bell rang from the Temple of Justice, crossed the square in front of the temple, startled a flock of white doves, and then spread to the entire La Pagade.

This is the morning bell, every day, but today is obviously different.

Because after the three bells, the sound of the horn came out. It was not the entertainment horn that emits a high-pitched and sharp sound used in celebrations, but a low-pitched but powerful feeling that was played on the battlefield. horn of war.

Of course, this isn't calling the citizens of Lapagad to fight against whom, it's just a clarion call that the Temple of Justice is used to.

It tells all the inhabitants of La Pagad.

At this moment, please stop your work as much as possible, look in the direction of the Temple of Justice, and pray sincerely.

The ceremony is about to begin.

So the residents of the entire Lapagad spontaneously walked out of their residences, holding the scriptures of the Justice Sect in their left hand, and generally holding two different props in their right hand.

A palm-sized white warhammer or an equivalent-sized brass scale.

The former stands for justice and the latter stands for fairness and lawfulness.

At this moment, clouds slowly gathered over the area where Lapagad was located. At first it looked like they were just wandering aimlessly, and then someone discovered that these clouds were purposely gathering above their heads.

"miracle!"

At first, one person was talking, and then there were hundreds and thousands of people shouting, and then, the whole city fell into a sea of ​​excitement and excitement.

It was very similar to that afternoon in Comore City.

The door of the Temple of Justice slowly opened, and an old man in a plain gray shirt walked barefooted from the corridor outside.

Along the way were full of believers of the sect of justice. Every time the old man passed by, if the believers in that place were knights, they would hold up the warhammer that faintly exudes light and pray loudly, and if the believers in that place were priests, they would turn yellow. The bronze balance is placed on the chest, and the other hand opens the scriptures and recites any of the verses above.

The old man stood still outside the gate.

At this time, the body of some Kanda was slowly but firmly re-rightened. He was like a boulder on the edge of a deep pool. Outsiders would always be surprised by the unfathomable depth of the pool and ignore the boulder, but when the boulder is Only when he really falls into the deep pool will people discover his true power!

Walking into the hall of the Temple of Justice, walking to the center, there are more than a dozen people holding velvet linings in their hands, and the outside is a hand-embroidered red blanket. , a pure white warhammer that still emits a dazzling light, and a dark golden balance that will feel that the heart has undergone an invisible torture at a glance...

Someone put a high crown on the old man.

Some people put on simple yet complicated robes for old people.

......

When everything was ready, the moment the old man stepped out again, his momentum suddenly rose!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone around him, he is no longer the simple and amiable old man, but the supreme leader of the justice sect for nearly 30 years, the justice pope - Mathil Harris!

His back is infinitely tall!

The ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner, with the Pope walking in the front, and other clerics in the Temple of Justice following him in a long line on the left and right sides according to their status, and they dispersed again when they reached the statue of the God of Justice in the center of the square. Make a circle around it.

"Justice lasts forever."

Standing in front of the statue, the Pope drew the special prayer gesture of the sect of justice with his hand on his chest and whispered to himself.

The next second, including the Pope, all the clergy of the Temple of Justice began to sing the passionate hymn, which is sung on the first day of each month when the sect of Justice holds a ceremony called the Vision of Justice. .

The sound was quickly transmitted, and all the believers in Lapagad, from top to bottom, began to join the team of chants.

So people soon found that the warhammers in their hands began to emit white light invariably.

For ordinary believers who have hardly ever been exposed to such events, this is already a miracle that can conquer their hearts and infinitely strengthen their faith.

But that was far from the end, and the impassioned chants soon turned to low, loud hymns that were sung during rituals on the 13th day of each month, named the day of the handicap.

At this time, the image of the iron glove shining with the burning blood-red aura appeared in the sky above Lapagad.

This scene was seen by everyone, and the frenzy atmosphere rose again and again.

On the square outside the Temple of Justice, the Pope took a portrait from the side with a pair of weeping eyes. He looked at it for a few seconds, and then placed it in front of him according to the ritual rules of the Day of the Blind on the 22nd day of each month. After looking at it for a few seconds, he let go.

The portrait that should have fallen to the ground stagnated in front of the Pope, and then gradually lifted into the air until it reached a position where all believers in La Pagadden could see the battle.

A flame ignited from the corner of the self-portrait, and then a gust of wind swept over Lapagad, and the clouds that had gathered were blending together, eventually forming a face that was very familiar to almost all the followers of the Justice Sect.

"God, is watching us~~~"

This idea arises in everyone's hearts involuntarily.

The Pope took a step back~lightnovelpub.net~ to get out of the way, and the knights behind him immediately made way for a gap, allowing Julia and Tiffany to enter the ceremony.

The next step is the most crucial step.

The shackles are untied, talent and spiritual power are freed,

Julia's hands kept forming the special seal she had learned in Demingham, untied the seal on her body, and released the Son's soul from her body.

Tiffany Garcia activated her talent, opened her hands, and a body that was still only a baby appeared from her arms.

Above the clouds, the real Supreme Being looked at this scene, and his figure suddenly blurred, turning into a dazzling streamer and falling from the sky.

Thousands of miles away, in the castle of the capital of the Lion Empire.

The expressions of several astrologers were sluggish, and there seemed to be thousands of stars twinkling in their eyes, and they suddenly woke up after a while.

Someone left the chair without any regard for the image, and ran away...