The Empire of St. Joan, the Grand Temple of Glory.

The Grand Temple of Glory, located in the capital of the Empire, is one of the nine top temples dedicated to the supreme goddess of light on the Saigon continent.

The entire temple is built with ivory white marble. In front of the temple there are 24 marble columns embracing each other. On the top is a huge angel statue, and its wings exudes a soft milky white glow.

Dada dada...

Captain Richard looked serious, and his silver combat boots stepped on the floor and made a rhythmic sound, and he strode into a certain side hall.

This is a place where some conventional sacred objects are placed, and it is also a meditation room for saints of all generations.

The interior of the side hall is circular in shape and has a high top, and a bright beam of light is transmitted from the stained glass window. The second floor escalator and walls are painted with murals of popes and saints throughout the ages, full of historical heaviness.

At this moment, the brilliance of the Holy Power filled the rotunda, and the energy was so rich that it appeared liquid!

A golden ocean of holy power formed a surging vortex, shining and undulating in the hall, making the waves and tides that make people unable to look directly at.

What's going on?

Captain Richard looked surprised and looked at the golden liquid holy power energy that was almost overflowing from the hall, and had to stop at the door.

Kate has been here for three days and has been here to accept the inheritance of the Saint Maiden. Logically speaking, he should be out of seclusion. How could he create such an exaggerated vision?

Did something unexpected happen?

Commander Richard's face changed slightly, he walked around the stairs and climbed to the second floor of the circular hall.

"this……"

Looking from the second floor, the vision became more and more shocking.

A young girl with long hair and a gorgeous white tunic dress knelt on the fur cushion in the center of the side hall. She closed her eyes tightly and held a golden ball of crystal texture in her hand.

She has a pretty white face that is about to be ripped and looks a little tender, looking around twenty years old.

At this time, she seemed to be sleeping soundly, very quiet and motionless.

Her golden hair was soft and shiny, blocking half of her peerless fairy face, but it was hard to hide her amazing beauty. She was wearing a pure white silk saint suit, and her graceful figure was extremely perfect, and her bulging figure was all showing the softness of women.

The snow-white body looks like it is carved from mutton fat jade, warm and delicate, white and flawless, giving people a very dreamy feeling.

“Buzz buzz…”

The endless, the surging sacred power energy formed a wave of light tides surrounding her constantly shaking and rotating, layer by layer, like a shrinking sea of ​​holy power, eroding the space into a light golden color.

Immediately afterwards, many angels' lights appeared in the golden sea of ​​holy power, accompanied by the sudden chants of chants in the void, and wisps of sacred pressure spread like a substance, giving people infinite warmth and a sense of light.

The power of divine is like a prison, the grace of divine is like the sea, and the goddess of light comes to the earth!

Commander Richard was shocked by this scene, his eyelids twitched slightly, he looked to the side and asked:

"Two, what's going on?"

There were two people standing beside the guardrail on the second floor.

An old man with half-white hair and wrinkles on his face was wearing a light golden robe of noble priests. His holy power was surging with white lights on his body, and his breath was very strong.

Timo Prohaska, the respected Archbishop of the Holy Talisman within the church.

The other person wore a very rare black priest costume and had a cold breath.

Most of his face was covered by a hood, his figure was slender, with a silver cross hanging around his neck, and the priest's clothing was covered with dark gold scepters and balances. The sharp tip of the scepter was facing upwards, and there were a row of skulls and a twisted soul on it...

This style and temperament are very different from that of ordinary priests, and people believe it as heretics.

And this is exactly the presiding judge of the Inquisition who is terrifying and specializes in dealing with heresy.

Few people know his name.

People all call him "Dark Pope" and "Ange of Death". He is famous for his evil deeds, his methods are bloody and cruel, and often more terrifying than the Pope.

The presiding judge's eyes were cold and ruthless under his hood. He looked down at the dazzling vortex of holy power downstairs and said:

"She seems to be out of control. She must be too greedy. She chose to activate all the imprints left by the saints of all generations and was assimilated."

Except for those who died unexpectedly, the saints of the church will use some secret technique before their death to inject a wisp of their soul imprint and all the holy power energy in their bodies into the special golden inheritance ball.

This soul imprint contains important memories such as the cultivation insights, combat experience, and understanding of doctrines of saints of all generations.

Moreover, the Saint's inheritance ball is made of eternal crystal. This kind of thing is very special and has unknown origin, but it can store a large amount of faith power.

"She is being assimilated?"

Captain Richard was startled and looked at Kate, who was gradually flooded by the golden holy light wave surrounding him, with a little worried in his eyes.

It was the first time he saw the details of the saint receiving inheritance. When he came here, the saint successfully came out of seclusion.

Will this fail this time?

That's too bad.

Even in the history of the church, it is rare to see the saints who are very outstanding in all aspects such as Kate Reinhardt.

She will definitely achieve great success if she grows up smoothly, and it would be a pity to fall here.

Archbishop Timo glanced at the cold-smelling judge and said:

"Don't be a crow's mouth. If it is to be assimilated, it will be over. She has been persisting for three days and three nights, and there are still no signs of collapse."

"snort."

The presiding judge, who was covered in the black priest's coat, snorted coldly, "Do you think she can successfully defeat the imprints of the eighteen saints, digest the massive amount of holy power energy and memories they penetrated into, and break free from the sea of ​​endless faith?

This is impossible. She has the strength to barely touch the threshold of the middle saint.

For more than 1,500 years, the "Eternal Crystal Ball" has stored about one-third of all the power of faith collected by the church.

This power is too vast. If it can be absorbed, it will be enough to make a mortal become a god!"

Of course, this is just theoretical.

The church has complete knowledge of the second path of God, but they know very well that the second path in this world cannot be understood at all.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even the God of Storm finally ended up with both body and spirit. Trying to absorb the power of faith to win the gods is a dead end.

Commander Richard finally understood what was going on, staring at Kate, who was kneeling in the sea of ​​holy power and faith, frowned slightly and sighed:

"It's a bit reckless. If this continues, her spiritual will may really be destroyed by the huge power of faith.

Even if you hold on to it mentally, over time, your body may be dissolved by the energy of too high purity.

As a result, they either die or become an idiot.”

The saints of all generations may not be very strong, and some are not kings, but they are all image spokespersons of the church and often visit various countries to preach and appease believers.

Therefore, the power of faith collected by saints of all generations is often no less than that of the popes in the church sequence.

The world's largest religion, one-third of the total power of faith accumulated over 1,500 years. This power is really too huge. Even the leader thinks he can't control it. Once he gets trapped in, it will be difficult to escape.

According to normal procedures, Kate should have selected a certain saint's brand to activate it.

In this way, the massive power of faith in the "Eternal Crystal Ball" will be pulled out at most, and will not surge out like now, and will trap all those who receive the inheritance.

But she seemed to have chosen to accommodate everything.

In this case, outsiders can't interfere.

Her consciousness has been immersed in the eternal crystal ball. Anyone who interferes outside may affect her mental state and become obsessed with it.

Archbishop Morty reached out and touched his gray beard, observed for a moment, and said:

"Just wait quietly, maybe the result is not that bad."

Like Chief Richard and the presiding judge, he was quite optimistic and felt that Kate should be able to wake up smoothly.

Because he contacted this saint more often, he knew very well that she was not the kind of person who could overestimate himself.

Since she did this, she should be quite sure.

Commander Richard raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding why Archbishop of the Holy Talisman is so optimistic about Kate, and said:

"But it's time to go to Faroland to hold a coronation ceremony in ten days. She can't wake up, so she has no time to arrange it."

It was because he had no time that he came over to check the situation.

The presiding judge said coldly: "Then let's change people. I don't think she can succeed. Let the second-ranked saint among these alternate saints, or select excellent nuns from the hidden monastery."

The saints of the church are not responsible for fighting.

As long as you are beautiful, pious, have good temperament and image, it doesn't matter if you are weak at all.

Commander Richard frowned. Before he could speak, Archbishop Timo knocked on the ground with a staff and said unhappy:

"What are you talking about? It's just a coronation ceremony, can you just postpone it?"

The presiding judge said bluntly: "Push? How many days will it be delayed?"

"Push a week first."

"hehe."

The presiding judge sneered, his voice a little sarcastic, "Let's just assure that she can succeed and become the strongest saint in history, but when do you plan to postpone it? What if she can't wake up for a month?"

"Then postpone it for two months! Until she wakes up!"
To be continued...