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The battle between the Holy See and the Puppet Pope was frightening, and it also completely changed the power structure of the Bright plane.

The human world, with the exception of some die-hards, has been completely wiped out of stumbling blocks.

The far-reaching impact is continuing to spread.

And at the same time.

Among the oceans not far from the East China Sea, there is a sea area called the "blue sea". This was once the center of the entire ocean, the center of rights of the entire Kraken family.

On the bottom of the azure blue sea, beneath the sandy beach that is more brilliant than crystals, the former Sea Emperor Palace is buried, which has been extremely glorious in the history of the Sea Monster family, but also bears the endless sadness of the Sea Emperor residence.

Now, on this site, a brand new Crystal Palace is gradually being constructed. Although it has only been built halfway, it can be seen that it is towering and magnificent.

This is the new Sea Emperor Palace, which belongs to the new Sea Emperor, Daihiva Haige's Sea Palace.

Right now.

A preliminary outline of the Sea Emperor's Chamber has been formed, and the new emperor Daisyva Haige is meeting with her father Graham Haige and North Sea Neptune Arthur Glacier.

Behind the three, the other generals of the Kraken family respected Shili and listened intently.

Stunned.

A splendid golden gate opened in the ocean, and a figure surrounded by the holy light stepped out of the gate, falling slowly with flapping wings.

This figure has a splendid blond hair and three pairs of white angel wings. It is a six-wing archangel-St. John Nasad.

"Lord Archangel."

Dehiva Haige quickly stood up, bowed slightly to him, and saluted.

East Sea Neptune Graham Haige and North Sea Neptune Arthur Glacier quickly stood up and bowed their heads respectfully: "His Excellency Archangel."

"Lord Archangel."

The senior generals of the Kraken family behind them were also stunned, and hurriedly bowed down on one knee, respectful and fearful.

Nasadel bowed his head slightly to everyone, not to say nonsense, and said bluntly: "Our Lord has a concubine, Neptune Desiva Hyge, East Sea Neptune Graham Hyge, and North Sea Neptune Arthur Glacier. Each rewards God's power once. "

Daihiva Haige was a stunner at first, then kneeled down in joy toward the sun, kneeling down, reverently and humblely paid the highest respect to the supreme Light Lord: "The Lord ’s glory and Fighting is an honor for my Kraken family. "

Behind her, all the knights of the Kraken family knelt down and knelt together, without feeling a sense of excitement in their expressions.

"This is what you deserve. Accept God's grace ~"

Nasadel nodded at them slightly, then raised his hand and waved, the three groups of glory shone quietly in the palm of their hands.

Suddenly, three glorious rays of light descended from the sky, covering the three of Dehiva Haige. The breath of the three rose sharply, and they skyrocketed in a short while.

Dehiva Haige was surprised and happy.

Under the infusion of light and divine power, the "divine seeds" in her body suddenly became active. After just such a short time, she obviously felt that the fusion of the "God Seed" and her had become deeper, and the water rule that made her feel very mysterious seemed to be closer to her.

She has a strong hunch, as long as she has another divine power, she can break through the current bottleneck and enter the rank of 8th-level legend.

East Sea Neptune Graham Haige and North Sea Neptune Arthur Glacier were also shocked and delighted.

It's been a long time since they became the legendary powers of level 8. Only those who have reached this level will understand how difficult it is to get promoted after level 8, and every little improvement is difficult.

However, just a divine empowerment has significantly improved their strength, at least saving them decades of hard work.

To be honest, when they first took part in the siege of heresy Igraz, they were actually reluctant, they just dared not speak out because of the fear of the God of Light, and they never thought of any benefit from it.

Knowing that the benefits were so great, it was even harder when fighting. If you perform well, you may get additional divine rewards ...

For a moment, the East Sea Neptune and the North Sea Neptune consciously came up with this idea.

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Deep in the ground, in the vast underground space that was dug out at no time, a magnificent altar has just been completed.

The altar is located in the darkness, surrounded by stars and halos, but above the altar, a dazzling beam of sky light is projected from an infinite height, covering the entire altar.

The light was white and dazzling, full of divine breath.

On the altar, the golden emblem representing the Lord of Light shone in the light.

On the steps of the Quartet, the same sentence written in the language of different races and civilizations is engraved-"Being in the dark, the heart is toward the light."

Under the steps, the dark maiden Judy is busy with a group of followers, finishing the altar with white and tender petals.

Stunned.

A splendid golden gate opened in the beam of light, and a handsome, dark-eyed six-winged angel flew out of it, landing on the altar with flapping wings.

Archangel Saint Luke!

The maiden of darkness, Judy, fell into a sudden ecstasy first.

She knew that the Lord would care for His most devout believers.

She quickly rushed to the altar with a group of followers, and greeted the angel with the most pious and fanatical attitude.

"Our Lord has a concubine. The dark maiden Judy is outstanding and rewards her divine power once." After seeing the ceremony, Saint Luke gave Judy a slight bow, with a calm look. The response was 'OK'. "

The dark maiden Judy was pleasantly surprised: "Thank my lord. I will not let him down."

St. Luke nodded slightly and didn't say much.

As soon as the hand was lifted, the divine light group shattered, and a magnificent divine light suddenly fell from the sky and fell on the dark maiden Judy.

However, in a moment, Judy's breath soared a lot, and the strength of the 7th-level saint had risen again, a step closer to the 8th-level legend.

Judy rejoiced.

The stronger she is, the more she can do. The more obstacles you can clear for the Lord. As long as she works hard enough, she will be more favored by the Lord than the pretending lady of the Bright Lady.

Judy made a fist secretly, and made up his mind.

Seeing that the mission had been completed, St. Luke did not delay too much. The six wings vibrated, slowly rising upwards along the sky.

Judy responded, and quickly led his men to salute: "Congratulations to the Archangel."

It wasn't until Saint Luke's figure slowly sank into the light gate that she turned and stood up, looking at the people behind her.

"From now on, this is our sanctuary. We are the sickle of the Lord in the dark, the steadfast performer of the Lord's will, and the ultimate nightmare of all heretics and traitors."

With a dark scepter in her hand, her voice rose suddenly.

"I declare that the 'Here Tribunal' is officially established."

In an instant, everyone's eyes blew up.

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At the same time, in the Patrick Islands, the headquarters of the Wizarding Society, angels came to the palace of the bright empire, read out the deities, and lowered the grace.

The splendid golden light gate is blooming in the sky, the white feathers across the sky, and there are light feathers falling from the sky.

All the inhabitants of the Patrick Islands, including those in the Empire of the Light Empire, were fortunate to witness the advent of the angel and see the angel of the gods dangling in the light.

The court historian bathed fast, rolled out the parchment religiously, and picked up the quill. As the ink flowed, ink-colored words were recorded in history books.

Thousands of years later, history books were copied over and over again, and countless truths were buried in the dust of history, but this day is still remembered by countless people.

Because it is on this day.

The Lord of Light, the great being who lives on a high sky overlooking the earth, is back.

His glory shines again, his angel walks on the earth again, his name is praised again, and his deeds reappear in the psalms praised by the bard.

The history books are contained, and this day is called-"Return Day".

On the same day, Emperor Carlos Springhall, the Emperor of the Light, claimed to be ill and moved to the palace for treatment under the guard of the Royal Guard. Before leaving, he entrusted everything in the empire to the third prince Charles Spring Hall.

Five days later, the Emperor of the Light Carlos Spring Hall died at the age of 65 at the palace.

The Minister of the Interior has traditionally held royal meetings and noble meetings, and according to the will of the former emperor Carlos Springhall, the Bright Empire throne was inherited by three sons, Charles Springhall.

Three days later, all preparations were completed. The three princes Charles Spring Hall held a grand succession ceremony at the Holy Light Cathedral, and received the canon under the watchful eye of God. With the golden crown representing the Emperor of the Bright Empire, he officially succeeded the Emperor of the Bright Empire.

The most legendary dynasty in the history of the Bright Empire, the "Charles Dynasty", has begun.

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A few days later.

Northern Territory of the Bright Empire.

Beech collar, Chino town.

In an ordinary blacksmith's shop, a shirtless blacksmith and a black apron, the old blacksmith, is struggling with a hot red iron, and slowly hammering it into the shape of a farm implement.

The burning fire glowed his cheeks red, and his pale horns and vicissitudes of texture on his forehead were clear and distinct.

He looks exactly like an ordinary old blacksmith, no different from the old blacksmiths in the other two blacksmith shops in the town.

Stunned.

The gate of the smithy was opened with a bang from the outside, and a half-old child rushed in.

"Uncle Nova! Uncle Nova!"

Seeing the child, Old Nova's old face showed a kind of smile.

He hurriedly put down the soldering iron, and said warmly, "Don't worry, Mike. Take a breath and say slowly."

The boy named "Mike" ignored his advice and gasped, saying, "My parents received a letter sent urgently from Beech City. After reading the letter, they let me I'll send you the letter immediately without any delay. "

Then, he took a letter from his arms that had been crumpled.

Old Nova clamped the hammer under his arm and took the letter to take it open and looked up.

Similar things haven't happened before, and he didn't care much at first. However, when he saw the contents of the letter clearly, his face suddenly changed.

"boom!"

A huge hammer fell from his armpit and hit the ground severely.

The old Nova seemed to feel nothing at all, and the whole person was in shock and trembling.

The thin stationery in his hand seemed to be very heavy. His hands, who were usually firm and able to easily lift the hammer, trembled violently at this moment, almost not even the stationery.

"Uncle Nova? Uncle Nova? What's wrong with you?" The little boy didn't know what was going on, and puzzled the old Nova's leather apron.

"I, I'm fine ..."

Old Nova returned, trying to pretend to be indifferent, but the murky tears had unknowingly filled his eyes.

It turned out that the Lord did not abandon us.

It turned out that the Lord was only injured and could not respond to the prayers of believers for the time being.

It turned out that we misunderstood the Lord and took the lead in abandoning faith ...

He covered his face in pain, and the whole man seemed to be ten years old instantly.

The little boy was sent away. Old Nova did not care about the half-built farm implements, turned around and entered the bedroom. He took out a black burlap robe from the bottom of the stacked cages and stretched out his hands.

"Swipe ~"

I haven't worn it for years. The rough linen robe has been stained with musty, and some places have even been wormed out of small holes.

Old Nova did not care about this at all, turned around and took off the blacksmith's iconic leather apron, put a tattered black linen robe on his body, and tied it with a belt of the same color.

Hemp and corset.

This is the iconic dress of the monk of the Holy See.

When old Nova was a vicious monk when he was young, it was only because of the fall of the Bright God that the priests of the Holy See had to remain anonymous and became an ordinary blacksmith in the town.

Now that the Bright God returns, it is time for him to return to the arms of God ~

Old Nova looked solemn, with a firm glow in his already cloudy old eyes.

He is going to forgive sin.

He is going to the sanctuary where the Lord returns, praying to the Lord in the most religious way, asking the Lord for forgiveness, and asking the Lord to allow himself to be a noble priest again, to honor Him and serve Him.

Picking up the long thorny stick in the corner, the old Nova took off his leather boots and walked out of the house barefoot. He set foot on the long pilgrimage road without looking back.

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Eastern Region of the Bright Empire.

Kuronuma collar, Trident Village.

A middle-aged man in a plain linen robe is curling up his trousers, carrying a harpoon, and fishing in shallow water by the river.

His name is Matthew and he is an ordinary farmer in Sanchashu Village.

Like all ordinary farmers, his bronze-colored face has the vicissitudes and wrinkles of the years of suffering, and there are thick calluses on his hands and feet. However, few people know that he was a priest a long time ago, managing a monastery and many children inside.

Unfortunately, with the decline of the Holy See, the clergy was besieged and his monastery was devastated. In order to survive, he had to remain anonymous, escaped to a small village in this remote area with the help of a distant relative, and lived as an ordinary peasant.

I don't know when it's a day like this.

Perhaps, in this life, he has no chance to return to the embrace of the Lord ~

Matthew was so impressed that even the action of fishing became absent-minded.

Stunned.

A group of clergymen wearing white robes with silver crosses on their chests passed by Tian Yan beside him.

They did not care about Matthew next to them, whispering and discussing the details of the establishment of the monastery. Occasionally, they pointed at the surrounding terrain and whispered in a whisper, seemingly choosing a suitable place.

The mayor of a nearby town followed, bowing his head humbly, his haughty face was full of humility and awe. The gesture, the expression, was almost exactly the same as he was facing his master, Lord Kuranuma, Viscount Klein.

Seeing this scene, Matthew lived there, and the harpoon in his hand fell into the river.

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Bright Empire South.

Rose collar, Rose City.

In a well-decorated ordinary home, a pale-haired old scholar is sitting at a desk, and carefully wipes a transparent convex lens with a soft cloth.

On the table in front of him were spread out books and half-complex architectural drawings, and there were scattered squares and charcoal pencils for drawing. It seemed to be half-worked and was taking a short rest.

At this moment, the door of the study was knocked lightly, and a young man in a linen robe pushed open the door and walked in.

"Teacher, there are a few people outside. They don't know where they heard you have deep knowledge in religious architecture, and hope to get your help."

"Okay, I see." The old scholar looked up, his tan eyes were deep and peaceful, "You entertain the guests first, I'll clean them up, and come later."

"is teacher."

The young man bowed his head slightly and retreated respectfully.

The old scholar stood struggling to stand on the table, took a soft hat from the wall next to it, carefully smoothed the folds on the robe, and removed the accidental dust and charcoal stains. Stepped out of the study.

In the living room outside the study, three clergymen in white robes were waiting for coffee while drinking coffee.

The white robes on them were embroidered with golden crosses, and a silver cross necklace was hung on their necks. A middle-aged man headed by him also had a red embroidered silk ribbon on his neck, which was a very typical regional bishop dress .

Seeing the old scholar coming out, the three immediately stood up.

"Mr. Christopher, I have followed you to learn theology, and I know that you have profound theological attainments. You have presided over and built several well-known cathedrals. I admire your knowledge and ability." Respectfully bowed a bow to the old scholar and made a deep voice clear, "Now my lord returns, Her Royal Highness wants to rebuild the Holy Light Cathedral, one of the three holy places, and I hope to get your help."

The old scholar's calm and deep eyes suddenly shrank at the moment of hearing this sentence, and then instantly became blank, the whole person was frozen like a cassette.

After a while, he asked with a hoarse voice, unsure, "You said ... my lord ... are you back?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man's eyes were firm. "I think you should have heard the rumors. Now, I can tell you with great confidence that the rumors are true and that our Lord is really back. His glory will be restored. Envelop the earth. "

The old scholar's lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even say a word.

After a while, he lifted his hands and raised a gesture of prayer on his chest.

"Praise the Lord ~"

The simple three words ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ seem to contain countless emotions, which makes people uncontrollably warm their eyes and swell their hearts.

Everyone present was unconsciously silent.

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Similar things are happening constantly in different places within the Light Empire.

Once because of the imperial siege of the empire and various nobles, they had to remain anonymous, and even the gods and the Holy Cross did not dare to stay, and believers who only dared to pray silently in their hearts could finally walk back in the sun and praise the Lord ’s name brightly .

Once the faith was abandoned due to the collapse of the Holy See, the clergy who returned to life have gradually regained their faith.

The number of believers has begun to grow at a rapid rate.

On the way to St. Luke's Monastery in the new holy land, the pilgrimage procession gradually became a torrent.

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