"May I have your name?"

"Michelle! The future great saint, Michelle!"

"Oh? Do you want to be a saint? Ha, what professional do you plan to be?"

"Of course you're a priest!"

"Prince?"

"Yes, I believe that the power of the Holy Light can better tolerate the world and save this world!"

"Is that so? But why don't you mention the gods?"

"The will of the gods is the truth, but the true truth is undoubtedly too hurtful. Instead, it tolerate everything and warms all the holy light, which can make people laugh in the process of redemption. Although the will and the holy light of the gods are saving people, smiling is always better than crying, isn't it?"

"Oh, is that true? Haha, Michelle, are you willing to worship me as your teacher? I am the spokesperson of the Holy Light in the world, an unknown Paladin!"

"Really? Master, please give me the heart of holy light..."

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At dusk, in the ruins filled with blood and fireworks, Michelle, dressed in white armor and wearing a pure white cloak, stood on the mountain holding a golden cross in his hand, looking into the distance, and asked softly at the cross in his hand: "Master, why am I already working very hard to eliminate those monsters that have lost their humanity, but why are there more and more monsters, and even destroying my hometown."

"Master, why do I save those monsters with human nature again and again and teach them the value of human nature? But why did I fail again and again later?"

"Whether humans are humans or monsters become, why do we always choose to hurt other people to survive? Holy Light should not set rules like this."

"Michelle, the rulemaker. They are the gods."

"It was the gods who were above and above, who were in the overall consideration of the supreme considerations that we cannot see."

"Is that true, Master?" Michelle was full of questions, clasped the golden cross tightly, half kneeled on the ground, muttering to himself: "Did they really have to sacrifice these innocent people for the sake of places I can't see?"

At this time, Michelle had been a Paladin for 12 years and became one of the strongest priests in the entire continent.

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The ice rain fell, and under the huge tree of life. Michelle sat in front of him with pain, looking at the banshee sleeping in the beautiful dream on the bark.

It was a banshee who could not compare to the beautiful girls in Michelle's heart. Although she was not a human, she was undoubtedly a pure creature with a pure heart that made Michelle kneel down and surrender.

However, such kind creatures are destined to spend the rest of their lives in the arms of the tree of life.

"See it, Saint Michelle. This is the grace from God." The glorious Agamemnon appeared beside Saint Michelle, with the majestic light shining on the quiet night sky of the Tree of Life, and also broke the peace of this radius of hundreds of miles.

"She will spend her best life in her dreams. That is the day to meet you." Agamemnon of the Glorious Waves, and a circular water curtain appeared above the Tree of Life. Inside, the Saint Michelle was holding a snow-haired girl in a blue gauze dress, sitting in the grass, blowing the bagpipe.

"I don't want her dream to be broken, Saint Michelle, after all, she will have to spend her whole life in the tree of life. If it's all nightmares, even if it's just a dream, it will make her feel that life is worse than death. No, no, because it's a dream, she is more likely to continue to reincarnate and experience the sins and misery of the world again and again."

"No, this is wrong. She is not a demon in the abyss. How could she experience such suffering? This is different from what the divine law says." Saint Michel looked up and looked at Agamemnon of the Glory.

"Divine Law? Have the gods ever said this?" Agamemnon of the Glory smiled. He spread his hands and laughed: "The so-called divine law, the so-called divine words, are just nonsense of ours and the far-fetched conspiracy of you humans. Although we are apostles, we have no guarantee of what we say."

"We think it can, it works, it cannot, it does not." Agamemnon, the glorious eyes flashed coldly: "I heard you refused to be an apostle."

"But this is also very good. I will pay attention to you in the abyss, Saint Michelle..."

"I know that all justice, disputes, salvation, and jihad are actually a game of gods. You are self-contradictory and pain caused by the entanglement of ideas in your heart, but... it has always been delicious."

"Maybe, one day, I can see that the strongest priest in history becomes a demon in the abyss and one of my subordinates. Haha, that should be very interesting. It's a pity that I am not a god, but I can't force you to make a choice."

"But... Saint Michelle, don't forget God's advice to you."

"You refused to become an apostle, but the condition for God to agree to prolong the life of the banshee is to become a seraph and a spear of God!"

"I understand!" Saint Michel slowly lowered his head. Although he had thought of resisting, he softened and relieved the moment his eyes touched the tree of life...

...

Lin Yunxuan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the ring in his hand deep in the ground, but couldn't help but sigh: "Saint Michelle, I have accepted your memory..."

"I cannot judge the path you choose to protect the one you love, but I have an extra reason to not let them go!"

Lin Yunxuan, I can use the ancient ring and then put it in my hand.

The Ancient Ring, one of the ancient equipment with bright red equipment, shines with a red light, igniting its attributes. Although it looks similar to an ordinary level 60 purple ring, Lin Yunxuan knows that once the ancient suits gather together, they are the equipment that truly challenge the gods!

“It’s time to go up.”

Lin Yunxuan looked up at the way up the sky blocked by the landslide, and did not intend to break the passage directly. Instead, he took out a bottle of teleportation potion, swallowed it and teleported it back to the ground in Britain.

"Huh... Without Saint Michelle, the British army should have already dealt with the guys from the Amora God Cult."

Lin Yunxuan shook his head and opened his eyes. He let out his perception, but found that he seemed to overestimate the combat effectiveness of the British military. In the ruins of the city occupied by the Amora Cult, despite a missile baptism, the surviving priests gathered together again, built a new magical altar, and started a new summon.

There was no time to ask what happened to the British army and dared not continue to attack. After Lin Yunxuan took out the contactor and notified his people to prepare, he drank a bottle of magic potion and flew over.

Amora God's Stronghold.

Three altars with ten meters high pyramid structures have been repaired. The Moon Sacrifice was very satisfied with the efficiency of this time. The white-clothed priests seemed to have finally learned how to improve their speed. The arrival of reinforcements made the Moon Sacrifice even more happy.

"Welcome to your arrival, His Highness."

The Moon Sacrifice leaned over gently and rituals to the white-clothed red-lined sacrifice with wrinkles on his face and wearing a big dome hat.

"No need to do this, I have no distinction between you." The high priest shook his head and said slowly: "I heard you are in trouble?"

"Yes. The enemy of this planet has become much more harsh." The Moon Saint did not avoid these things. He nodded and said, "In addition to the professional who can actually tie the game with Saint Michel, the weapons used by the army of this planet are beyond our initial estimate."

"Oh?" The high priest looked at the handful of the priest handed over by the priest of the Moon. He picked it up and played it for a while, then exerted a light force, and then shattered the priest to pieces. Then the high priest tightened a bullet that fell out and murmured to himself: "Is it the sharpshooter's silver bullet? Humph, are the weapons and equipment of the heavenly realm?"

The priest of the Moon smiled bitterly and lowered his head and said, "Although the subordinates also have such suspicions, it is obvious that their equipment may...better than the standard equipment of the Heavenly Legion."

"Is that?" the high priest shook his head gently, and then called his subordinates, a group of mutated mollusks.

These animals are like a ball of bulging mud, with seven or eight pairs of green eyes on their red bodies. They screamed hoarsely and made harsh sounds. From the constantly wriggling bodies, a few sharp thorns would appear from time to time, which made the Deyue Sacrifice take several steps back.

"Sir, these monsters..."

"Oh, they are newly discovered variants from the Center for Divine Research. They are a group of very interesting monsters, their favorite food, and are currently human internal organs." The high priest kept his amiable appearance and said, "In addition, I have brought 100,000 ghouls, hundreds of them, and have evolved into gargoyles. After being baptized by our Divine Cult, their defense and attack power are enough to fight against ordinary awakened people!"

"That's great." The priest of the Moon could not help but nodded happily. In this way, the army on this planet should be enough to be steadily suppressed by its own troops.

"No...no!" The high priest suddenly looked cold and glared at the Moon Sacrifice.

"What?" said the priest of the moon in confusion.

"Holy Michelle, have you come here?" asked the high priest.

"This is nature. The Saint Michelle came as promised, defeated the human army that blocked us, and then joined the other professionals to enter the underground battle." said the Yuezhi Priest.

"Why...I can't feel the breath of Saint Michel?" The high priest exhaled heat, and his left hand often held it invisible, and invisible force raised the Moon Sacrifice: "Where has he gone?"

"I...I really don't know, he...he went into the ground with the black profession, and then we didn't see him appear again."

"Damn it." The high priest couldn't feel the lying of the Moon Priest. In addition, Lin Yunxuan's terrifying aura appeared in the distant night sky. He couldn't help but let go of the Moon Priest and stretched out his left hand in front: "Saint Michelle is dead."

"You and I have the best prayer now. That guy was seriously damaged in the battle with Saint Michelle. Otherwise, you and I would probably return to the arms of God Amora today..."

"What?" The Moon Sacrifice was extremely shocked. Saint Michelle was dead? How could that guy be the strongest existence under the gods in the hearts of those who were judged as heretics. Even those apostles never had the horror that Saint Michelle brought to them!

"Gargoyles, kill him!"

At the command of the high priest, one hundred and twenty gargoyles spread their gray wings, screamed and flew up, and rushed towards Lin Yunxuan.

"Haha, are you here to greet me so soon?"

Lin Yunxuan shrouded his black flames on his body, raised his magic sword Apophis, took a light breath at the gargoyles flying in the air, and then waved a move.

This move is called the Eye of the Great Dark Sky Wave!

Darkness that was even darker than night emerged from Lin Yunxuan, and black flames that could burn souls enveloped the flying gargoyles. Then, starting from the black fog on Lin Yunxuan's body, pairs of eyes shining with dark red light opened in the darkness, pointing out endless darkness, but these rare lights did not bring people warm hope, but biting cold and fear.

With the opening of the wave eyes, Lin Yunxuan's random attack turned into endless wave slashes in the darkness, flashing and jumping on the gargoyles, smashing their proud bodies into pieces.

"Gargoyles...Gargoyles..." The priest of the Moon opened his mouth wide and witnessed the powerful thugs brought by the high priest disappearing into the darkness. He couldn't help but look at the high priest.

The high priest calmed himself down and whispered: "No wonder he can defeat that Saint Michelle. This guy actually has such strength, which is simply terrifying!"

"It's so scary!"

The priest of the moon nodded slightly, looked at Lin Yunxuan approaching, but had to ask: "High Priest, what should we do now? The second advent ceremony is being held, but the other party is coming soon."

"Anyway, the second arrival must be completed!"

The high priest whispered: "Even if we summon the demon again, we... will trap him!"

"I understand." Yuezhisheng nodded firmly, then raised the scriptures in his hand and recited them loudly.

"Swish!" A giant magic circle appeared at the feet of the Moon Saint. Then, more than a hundred white-clothed priests stood over and used themselves as sacrifices.

"No, if you want to stop that guy, such a sacrifice... is not enough!"

"It's not enough?" Yuezhi's priest was slightly stunned, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said, "Master Grand Priest, I depend on you in the future. Please summon the great Amora God."

"Okay!" the high priest nodded: "Go, the priest of the moon, and when God comes, you will be summoned back."

"Then...thank you, Your Highness." The priest of Yuezhi nodded slightly. For the sake of eternal happiness in the future, he closed his eyes and began to refine himself too...!~!
Chapter completed!