The moment she stepped into the golden hall, all the guests, servants and Nian herself knew that this was the most anticipated part of today.

Niannian originally thought she would be brought in from a remote side door, but unexpectedly, Adam took her directly to the main door and asked her to step on the thick and gorgeous red carpet, moving forward from the last guest seat to the Pope's throne.

Is this to let everyone see what she looks like?

Every Nian was a little angry, but she knew that she had no chance to make mistakes at this moment, and could only take one step at a time.

The sound of a gentle thrust into his ears. Niannian then realized that the wound on his face had not completely healed and Luna had not covered it. It must have looked amazing and terrifying now.

Suddenly, every year calmed down, looking back at the guests who were dodging their eyes without hesitation, and seeing the curiosity, inquiries and calculations in their eyes.

She also looked at the famous golden hall by the way, and glanced up and down, left and right, but didn't see much artistic and historical value, but she deserved it.

As for the guests present today, from the perspective of their identity, they have great connotation and background. They all serve in luxurious services, and various family heraldry are also worn in conspicuous places. If a meteorite happened to hit this place today, the Gaia continent would probably have white banners hanging throughout the entire territory.

Because not only the nobles of the human race here, they also saw many guests of the dwarfs every year, and the serious dwarf sitting under the Pope himself should be the Dwarf King.

The two elves sitting opposite the Dwarf King were even more acquaintances. Niannian looked over generously, and the brothers Engus and Midil were still in the same outfit. Seeing Niannian approaching, Midil narrowed his eyes and looked dissatisfied, and turned his head to look at the Pope. Niannian was calmer, nodded slightly to Niannian, and his eyes turned around on her. After a pause, he advanced and retreated with his brothers, staring at the Pope together.

Every Nian was calm and calm, turning his eyes and looking at the Pope sitting upright on the throne.

The whispers that had been lingering in my ears immediately turned into silence. Without looking back, I knew every year that everyone was waiting for the Pope's response.

Even though I had met the Pope earlier, Nian Nian still felt that this person was an extremely difficult person to figure out.

The Pope's appearance is not outstanding. At first glance, he can't even find a distinctive feature. When he thinks about it, he only remembers a lush light, but if he carefully describes it, he feels that every part of this face is perfect and is a well-deserved masterpiece of the Creator.

It is estimated that this is the power of setting every year, after all, this contradictory cognitive difference is really not in line with reality.

Thinking of this, every day was a little nervous. She suddenly realized that almost all the guests present were NPCs and would only act according to their respective background settings. No matter the position of Engus and the other two, or the supreme majesty of the Pope, there was no possibility of her disturbance, and she felt like she was a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger.

This also made her feel a bit ridiculous. The city of Chang'an far east is full of traffic. The residents and visitors of the Ferthy Forest are in peace. The dwarf players chew very hard. The Pope is still filled with smoke. A birthday party is being held here that shocks the whole country. It is like a parallel world that does not interfere with each other, and it also reminds her that this is indeed a volume of history that is still being written.

Who is the protagonist of this world, this volume of history?

"The guest's injury has not healed for a long time, and it is because our church has neglected it. But please rest assured that if you still have any illness after the purification ceremony, I will ask about it myself."

The Pope said gently and looked at Engus and Midil, not only to express his apology, explanation of the reasons, but also to give an explanation.

Engus and the others naturally understood the reason why the wound could not heal. They just wanted to make a public statement. After receiving the pope's personal response, they stopped entangling and politely spoke. Engus raised his hand and pointed at Nian Nian. A series of elves words flew out from his fingertips and merged into the wounds on Nian Nian's face. In the blink of an eye, he gave Nian Nian a new face with a smooth and white skin.

As both elves, this little injury is naturally not a problem for Engus. He did not want to act rashly in public before, which made the Pope mistakenly think that they were arrogant. Now he found an excuse in a few words and then took action with a straightforward move. The light green elf text flew around Nian's legs and arms again, and then disappeared.

He was relaxed every year and gave a great gift from the elves to Engus and Midil.

The moon spirit bow suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. Engus nodded with satisfaction, thanked the pope, sat back and closed his eyes to rest, making it clear that he did not intend to interfere in the matter, but just couldn't stand the suffering of the juniors of his clan.

She was able to heal openly, and she was relieved every year while being grateful. This way she had more freedom in her actions and did not have to look back and worry about exposing Luna's existence.

"I have met the Pope, thank the Pope for his care for many days, and I am willing to give me a chance to return to the future. I am grateful to you."

The Pope turned his eyes back to every day and said kindly:

"You have lived here for so long, and you have gone in and out with Archbishop Adam, lying and eating with you. You have long been my own people. Needless to say such polite words, I know that you are a little excited when you see the mentor of the same clan. If you calm down a little, we will start."

This is too casual and too close.

The guests' eyes on Nian Nian's back were a little hotter again. First, High Priest Engus took the initiative to support the scene, and then the Pope himself comforted him. In addition, the Archbishop Adam happened to be the one who brought Nian Nian over. At this moment, he was still standing behind Nian Nian and looking at her back quietly. The value of this "rejection traitor" immediately increased. Many people began to think about what path to take later so that they could get to know Nian Nian.

The boss personally put the person on the platform, and except for staying honestly, he would not give the boss face even if he accidentally fell to pieces.

Every Nian knew that the Pope was deliberately doing this, so he naturally would not sabotage it in public. He lowered his head with a little shy look:

"I'm ready when I see laughing."

The pope's smile is not as merciful as a mortal, but it is very similar to the smile on the face of the tall statue of the Creator God after the throne. Unfortunately, the smile suitable for the statue of the god is not necessarily suitable for mortals. Every year, I always feel that the pope smiles a bit hypocritical.

"Good boy, step forward."

Two overlapping sounds echoed in the golden hall. One was majestic and solemn, with a mediocre tone without emotion, and the other was gentle and gentle. The volume of the former exceeded that of the latter, but every year felt that the latter's voice was clearer.

The statue of God and the agent of God spoke at the same time.

The attendants and guards who belonged to the Church of the Holy Church knelt down together, lowering their heads and daring not to look around. The guests who were believers of the Creation God immediately knelt down and bowed their heads. The rest of the guests were amazed with tactfulness. After saluting, they still lowered their heads and used silence to express their respect for God.

Every year, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and found that Engus and Midil were both looking indifferent. Engus still closed his eyes and rested. Midil yawned boredly.

Yes, it seems that the Elf Clan and the Creator God are not all the way, so there is no need to be too respectful.

However, did the Duke not attend today? He should have received the invitation, right? Or did Usher City clearly define its position?

A few thoughts quickly passed through my mind, and I calmed down every year. I raised my feet and stepped forward as I said, and then stood still and looked down at my toes, making me very obedient.

The white light was flooding under my feet. The magic circle he had drawn slowly turned at some point. He couldn't move every year, but his heart began to beat violently, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Someone walked into the magic circle and stood in front of Nian Nian. When her eyebrows hurt, she lost consciousness, and the sound of her heart beating seemed to come from a distant horizon.

She seemed to float above her head, with an excellent view of the body, and then looked at it again, unlocking the perspective, but she did not see the flesh and skin. Instead, she saw a series of luminous meridians. The light was a faint light grass color, and the meridians that accommodated the flow of light were thick black. From the limbs to the heart, a water drop-shaped seed was pulsing regularly in the heart. Every time it contracted, the golden light spitted outward for an inch, and the black on the surface of the meridians was visible to the naked eye.

According to this efficiency estimate, it is expected that the dark power in the meridians will be able to be removed in up to five minutes every year. At the same time, she also found that black patterns began to appear on the surface of the strange seed, which became clearer and clearer, but would not be filled with such a small seed.

What exactly did the Pope bury in his body?

"This is divine blood, the condensation of the divine power of the creation world. It takes some time to adapt to the environment, so I buried the divine blood into your body in advance."

As soon as the thought came to my ear, a gentle answer appeared in my ears. I immediately calmed down every year and didn't dare to think randomly.

"With divine blood maintaining balance in your body, you can avoid the pain of removing the power of darkness. In the future, under the light of the Creator God, you can slowly eliminate the darkness with the power of faith."

Every year I feel that Divine Blood, a thing that sounds too domineering, should not be easily dug out of the body.

"Yes, God's power cannot be chosen by mortals. If the soil it recognizes wants to abandon the blood of God, it must prove to God that the soil here is already poor and is not worthy of God's coming."

Proof? Isn’t this a religious explanation of “If you don’t get you, you will destroy you”?

I can't complain every year.

What other choice can she have? Just recite the scriptures and pray.

"Don't be afraid, faith and expressing faith are two different things. I only need the former."

During the silent communication, the meridians had faded from black, and only the light was flowing. Every year, my skin had returned to the original healthy wheat color.

it's over?

It's over.

Waiting with fear every year, the seeds covered with black patterns gradually calmed down, and finally stopped beating and buried deep in the heart.

The feeling of touching the eyebrows returned to the body, and I raised my gaze slightly every year and saw the pope stretching his finger back.

The moment his eyes were focused on his fingertips, Niannian saw that the Pope also stopped his own fingers, and there was a strange connection established by the eyes of the two. In another blink, the fingertips were pulled back by some force, and they hit Niannian's eyebrows again.

A sudden sting of his heart and the deep-buried divine blood moved quickly under the skin, like a wriggling flesh worm, following a stream of heat toward his right wrist.

The mark of the Moon Spirit Bow on the wrist is boiling, as if it wants to melt the bones, gritting its teeth every year to prevent itself from exhaling pain.

It seemed that someone slashed hard on the Moon Spirit Bow mark, and an arrow pattern with gold and black colors appeared on the unbuttoned bowstring. The rune pattern drawn by Luna shone brightly, and she lost the consciousness of this body again every year.

The sudden change occurred, and no one had time to react, and they didn't know what was going on. They only saw the elf successfully restored her skin color, but the pope was suddenly wrapped in a soft light green light. A flash of eyes, Engus and Midil flashed behind Niannian, staring at the guests who were unknown in peace.

Adam gave a deep salute to the two of them, retreated aside, and escorted the servants who entered the golden hall with him every year to disperse immediately, unshelf the swords were unshelfed, and the other two archbishops were put on the necks. Half of the escorts who fell to the ground immediately jumped up and controlled the rest of the escorts.

"you?!"

"Sorry, I won't take the initiative to hurt you all." Adam explained, his tone so stiff that he was insincere.

Engus raised his arm and clenched it into a fist. All the guests suddenly felt blood stagnant. The heart shrank, the mouth and tongue were dry, as if the water in the body had been evaporated. They stared at Engus one by one and looked at Engus in disbelief.

"Sorry, I won't take the initiative to hurt you."

Engus said a little tiredly, obviously the shock just now was still a bit exhausted. Midil stepped in front of him and poked the five-pointed spear in his hand into the ground. The harsh sound of metal and stone striking shocked everyone again, and decided to wait and see.

Speaking of which, what reason do they have to fight for their own omissions?

If something happens to the Pope, I can't say that I can still re-dividate the forces of all parties on the Gaia continent?

As for the elves huddled in the Feathers Forest, they would not pose any threat.

The guests watched the show quietly. Adam stared at Nian Nian in the light group, judging the speed of the backlash of the original power of the elves in his body against the Pope. Even though he had already calculated countless possibilities of peace and safety in his heart, he did not dare to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Engus and Midil were also distracted from the situation here every year, but were also alerting the guests to react so that there would be no eyeless guys to disturb them.

Suddenly, the two of them seemed to feel something, and they all looked excitedly at the entrance of the golden hall.

Adam turned his head and looked, knowing that everything was settled, and smiled and said loudly:

"Welcome the Duke of Usher and the Elves."

The duke in a royal blue dress had a gentle face, both panic and nervous, and was a little uncomfortable with such intimate embarrassment. He carefully supported a mature and charming elf woman into the hall. The woman was wearing a simple priestly robe, and there was no wind, like a wave of grass blowing by the breeze. The guests nearer seemed to smell the fragrance of the soil after the rain, the daisies in the sun and a faint decay.

puff--

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground pulled everyone's attention back. Every Nian looked at the Pope softly to the ground, raised his hand and touched his face, his hands full of blood.

Adam immediately pulled Nian behind him, and his shocked gaze wandered between the stopping elf patriarch and the unconscious pope.

No, this is not in the plan, it is definitely not part of the plan!

Even Engus and Midil were shocked and quickly leaned over to check the situation of the pope. After a moment, they both looked at Nian Nian with their eyes as sharp as a torch, with an extremely sharp edge:

"He was poisoned."
Chapter completed!