Listening to the Pope, Osborne turned into a wooden stake and stood firmly in place.

He tried to prick up his ears, but the ears buzzed.

The churches across the country were closed? The referees were disbanded? The Holy See in name only? A series of shocking news made him almost unable to digest... It was obvious that half a day ago, the Holy See was one of the two pillars of the Kingdom of Carl!

But when he finally figured out the reason, a strong guilt suddenly surged in his heart. Osborne was not stupid, but on the contrary, he was very smart. He had long known that the cabinet was dissatisfied with the growing growth of the Holy See, but he never found a chance. There was no doubt that the failure of the holy war and the death of His Highness Glen, who had a very high reputation among the people, gave the cabinet a sufficient excuse!

But this time the pope didn't say much. After seeing Osborne's reaction, he patted him on the shoulder and told him not to blame himself too much, so he left.

The young man with blonde hair and black eyes was alone in the underground hall, clenched his fists and trembled all over.

The purity of the holy power is proportional to the firmness of faith. As the owner of the purest holy power, Osborn's faith is extremely pious. If the memories of childhood that were unbearable to look back on others, they might become the root of hatred for the whole world when they grow up, but Osborn did not. He was adopted by the Holy See and taught by the Pope himself. He found the answer from his faith. That memory did not destroy Osborn, but became the driving force that buried deep in his heart.

Since people are born guilty, then spread the glory of the goddess widely, let more people believe in the light, bloom churches everywhere, give people a place to repent, and let there be no more evil in the world!

This is how the Pope taught Osborn since he was a child, and now this has long become his ideal.

Because of this, after hearing about the news that churches across the country were forced to close and the dissolution of the referees, Osborne felt a blow... After a long time, he suddenly sat down.

Extend your left hand, and a warm orange light condenses in the heart of your left hand;

Extend your right hand, and a cool and gentle silver light floated on the palm of your right hand.

After reaching the advanced level, the priest faces "advancement". There are two ways to advance. One is the "Sun Priest" who masters the power of sunlight, who is good at presiding on large-scale ritual magic and providing buffs for teammates, and the other is the "Moon Priest" who masters the power of moonlight, who is good at recovering physical strength and healing injuries! Holy power originally represents light. Sunlight and moonlight are just forms of holy power.

However, most people have limited energy and want to achieve something, they can only choose one of the strength forms after advancement, while Osborne is a fellow practitioner of Sun and Moon.

He can do this because of that dream, that dream about the ocean of light!

Whether it is the warm orange light or the cold light of shallow silver, Osborne has seen it in his dreams, and it seems that tens of thousands of years have passed. The two powers of sun and moon are as familiar to him as his left and right hands, so he can engrave two stars in different directions at the same time, and others' limitations seem to exist on him! The Pope discovered his extraordinary talent for holy power when he was very young, so he accepted him as his adopted son and taught himself in the underground hall for many years.

But no matter which type of advanced priest, they do not have strong offensive methods. Even fellow practitioners of Osborne Sun and Moon cannot change this helpless fact... That is why the Holy See had to set up a "Judge" to gather adventurers from the other three major professions for their own use. Otherwise, they would have no deterrent power only by relying on the Sun and the Moon and a group of pastors!

But now, this only deterrent force has also been disbanded.

Osborne was angry and felt even more powerless for the pastor. Why couldn't the pastor have his own means of attack? Why, as the spokesperson of God, can only silently assist others? Be obedient?

Why can't priests have the power to destroy the world like magicians?!

Osborne thought of the white light in his dream, the dazzling white light.

Occasionally, the sea water will also appear this color... Although he doesn't know what it means, he feels very much like a meteor passing by in the sky, short, rare and brilliant... Isn't the starlight light?

Osborne suddenly dissipated the sunlight force in his left hand and the moonlight force in his right hand, and placed his hands in front of him, facing each other from afar, as if holding an apple, while his dark eyes stared at the air between his hands, his face getting redder and redder.

"Si—"

It seemed like sparks flashing, or lightning, and a dazzling white light gradually took shape in the palm of your palm.

This is not the first time Osborn has tried, but it is the first time that he has really created this dazzling white holy power form in reality! The blonde young man himself was incredible, and gradually widened his eyes and his breathing became heavy.

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"Hehe..."

After the Pope left, a dark shadow sneered in the deep underground area of ​​the Cathedral of Light.

Then, it turned into a ball of black smoke and left through the wall, as if it had no substance.

...

To the east of Knights Castle, a sharp tower of six colors is the territory of the Palace Mages! On the top of the sharp tower, in a spacious and bright room, an old white-bearded man with a skinny face close to his cheekbones was wearing a white napkin on his chest, and was concentrating on his afternoon tea.

The old man's room is not luxurious, but it is very simple. The only rare thing is that the entire wall is filled with bookshelf! It is full of various precious magic books, many of which are lonely or original. However, as the old man, this is not surprising... As the first seat of the palace mage group, the only three remaining sub-legend magicians in the world are the lifelong honorary elders of the Magic Branch of the Adventurers Guild. He has the qualification to own them!

Randolph enjoyed this rare moment of leisure.

He has been dealing with all the affairs of magicians across the country for a long time, and it is normal to be overwhelmed, so he has slackened in meditation and practice. Only in the afternoon, he forbids anyone to disturb him. On the long walnut table, there are twenty-two plates of exquisite snacks, including sweets, fruits and meat, and a pot of top secret black tea delivered from the Western Region Garden City, is a great pleasure.

Use a fork to bring the delicious food into your mouth and feast on it. It doesn’t matter if your white beard is dirty. Anyway, you can clean it with a snap of your fingers later! Randolph chewed and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Suddenly he said "Hmm?" and looked around, but found nothing.

Randolph quickly laughed at himself, thinking that he must have had hallucinations. Since he got older, he occasionally had various and auditory hallucinations. It was nothing strange.

...

A prostitute in a slum.

In the bedroom full of spring, the little sweaty man, Lord Jared suddenly felt cold on his back, and his mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt breathless, and he turned over and crawled down from the bed.

"Sir? Are we not doing it well?" The two women quickly got out of bed and knelt down.

"It's okay, it's okay, you guys go!" Jared popped up two golden towers in anger. The latter was immediately overjoyed and quickly pulled over his clothes and left.

"What's going on..." Jared muttered unhappily.

...

A ray of black smoke quickly circled around Carl King's Court.

In the Knights Castle, the Royal Knights' Regiment's Regiment, the Tower of the Palace Mages, the residences of the heavily protected court officials, etc., they all passed by, but were not discovered by anyone, including several sub-legends!

Then, with a "swoosh", he entered an inconspicuous house.
Chapter completed!