In the Name of the Queen

"What are they doing?"

Seeing the two saints communicating softly, Sif, who couldn't hear the sound, asked Roland curiously.

Roland knows a lot, he must know.

Sif's trusting gaze made Roland raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and said casually: "It's probably a transaction."

"trade?"

Sif's eyes widened.

In the sacred spring resurrection ceremony, in front of the goddess statue, two saints serving the goddess conducted transactions in broad daylight? !

This outrageous behavior was beyond her knowledge.

Roland said disapprovingly: "What's so strange about this? The amount of water coming out of this holy spring is quite amazing. Christine can't hold it in at all, so another saint appears."

"It's better to share half of the credit than to have the backlash. This deal will definitely go through."

In Roland's eyes, religious rituals are not sacred, but transactions of equal value are.

As if to confirm Roland's words, the two candidate saints lined up on the left and right sides, pressing their hands on the statue, their faces as holy as angels.

The resuscitation ritual finally begins.

The holy water is like a spring, gushing out from the bottom of the holy spring, and the water flow is getting bigger and bigger.

The sacred spring water is filled with mist, and the coolness hits your face.

The theatergoers expected blood to flow into a river, but they did not expect that water would turn into a river. They were disappointed and a little disinterested.

Only Sif grabbed Roland and asked excitedly.

"Wait, that's not what I'm asking. Of course I know they have a basis for the transaction. I mean, isn't the goddess angry?"

"The goddess is angry because a deal was made in front of her statue?"

Roland smiled slightly and said calmly: "The goddess is more concerned about whether the holy spring is revived. As for which believer completes the ritual, she probably doesn't care."

"Did you ever see ants fight when you were a kid?"

Xif was silent for a long time and said slowly: "I have only seen ants in natural history books."

This is probably the damn thick barrier.

Roland shrugged and explained softly: "Ants are social animals. The ant game is to observe the behavior of these little cuties and occasionally intervene."

"The observer dropped a few bread crumbs and wanted to see how they would move back to the cave. At this time, two little ants discussed and cooperated on the condition of dividing the bread crumbs equally. Do you think he would be angry?"

"No, he will only find it interesting." Sif replied instantly.

"They are ants." Roland said calmly.

There was still half a sentence he didn't say.

Everyone is, including the goddess.

Sif was stunned for a few seconds and understood what Roland meant.

If the resurrection of the holy spring is a game where the goddess watches the world, Christine and Irene are the ants.

Of course, the great goddess would not be angry because two ants muttered a few words.

Just as Sif was about to say something, a terrible thought flashed through her mind.

In the eyes of the goddess of fertility, are she and Roland also two little ants?

Her hands were shaking slightly.

In the face of the huge gap between gods and mortals, she is indeed an ant.

She could accept this contrast, but it was contrary to the education she had received since childhood.

The theological education she listened to since she was a child told her that God is loving, just, and merciful to the world. The great goddess shares her glory with believers so that everyone can have enough to eat and clothing to wear.

All suffering is due to lack of piety.

However, Roland mercilessly took off this layer of tenderness and told her clearly that the great god was just a powerful being watching the little ants fight.

She wanted to refute, but Christine and Erin's deal was right in front of her.

The goddess doesn't blame them.

Sif's eyes were empty and blank.

If Roland had dared to say this when they first met, she would have drawn her gun without hesitation.

But now she won't.

Her faith is still devout, but she shares a common interest with Roland, who is not devout.

I don't know since when, she has been unable to leave Roland.

If Roland disappeared now, she would be completely lost.

If someone asked her now who is more important, the goddess or Roland?

She would not hesitate to shoot this talkative bastard to death.

Fortunately no one asked.

Then I won’t answer.

Just when Sif was at a loss and the other spectators had mixed feelings, Hettingson, who had already been so nervous that he stood up in a cold sweat, realized that something was wrong.

After all, Christine and Irene are young and have limited mental strength, so they seem to be unable to hold on.

He was originally a little dissatisfied with Irene's troubles, but now he is grateful that Irene is there.

If there was only Christine, this resurrection ceremony would most likely fail.

He is Christine's teacher, and the failure will make them face the trial of the tribunal together.

He will commit suicide in fear of guilt before the arrival of the Arbitrator.

Before committing suicide, he would pour poison into Christine's mouth.

You can't go to the court even if you die.

Fortunately, Irene is here, which is great.

Hettingson took out a handkerchief with trembling hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathing a little heavily.

He already had high blood pressure, and now his eyes were slightly dark.

After shaking, he took out a few pills and swallowed them hard. He was finally able to stand up straight.

His right eyelid twitched again.

"Go away! I don't believe this, I only believe in goddesses!"

He roared madly in his heart.

Just as Heitingson's temples were beating wildly, another strange phenomenon occurred at the holy spring.

The amount of water in the holy spring is gradually decreasing.

Hettingson's knees weakened and he fell to his knees.

He almost fainted.

Typically, the decrease in water volume signifies the end of the sacred spring's reviving ritual.

If the goddess who appeared in the mist did not appear above the holy spring, it would be true.

However, the goddess who appeared in the mist was there, with a dreamlike face, neither happy nor sad.

The reduced holy water turned into mist, and the mist appeared in the goddess.

This is a miracle.

Heitingsen's eyes went dark, and he finally couldn't bear it.

The goddess's gift is a good thing.

But too much gift is not.

The two girls couldn't receive this gift from the sky.

They were going to be backfired.

The face of the goddess gradually became clear.

When the goddess opened her eyes, it was the moment when the miracle was completely coming.

According to the records in the classics, when the miracle comes, everyone present will receive the gift from God, and the miracle will also give birth to a new super country.

The body of God cannot come to Theia, but the grace of God can.

The overflowing gift instantly filled the two saints and continued to overflow.

Everyone present was stunned.

If the miracle fails to come, this place will become a place abandoned by God. As long as the Theia plane still exists, this place will be forever barren and barren.

Heitingsen didn't care about so much, he rushed over and transferred his mental power to Christine.

Although Irene also needed support, he didn't care about so much.

He was strong and his mental power was even more magnificent, but he was an outsider.

As soon as he put his palm on Christine's back, he was bounced away.

Heitingsen struggled to get up, but his whole body was weak and several ribs were broken.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of old blood spurted out, Heitingsen gasped and couldn't move. He could only shout to the surroundings at the top of his lungs, "Hurry, help them!"

"If this place becomes a place abandoned by God, no one can afford it!"

The sage [Crow] appeared behind Christine and Irene like lightning and began to chant.

His mind was clearer than Heitingsen, who was confused by his concern.

Directly transferring mental power would definitely not work.

It was obvious that Christine and Irene had been locked in as the candidates to carry the miracle, and anyone else who intervened would be rejected by the Holy Spring.

But he did not intervene, he just used natural magic to activate the potential of the two girls.

Every bit of their spiritual power that was restored came from themselves.

This was originally their power, but it was activated by the sage [Crow] in a special way.

What Heitingsen did was like a coach pushing a long-distance runner when he was running, which was a foul.

What [Crow] did was to cheer on the side. If the athlete ran fast, it was because he was good, and the cheerleading team was just an auxiliary, which was not a foul.

The natural magic of [Crow] was very effective. Christine and Irene, who were on the verge of collapse, were refreshed again, and the ceremony continued.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and the goddess's phantom became clearer and clearer.

Her body was perfectly formed.

Her limbs were perfectly formed.

Her head and facial features were also formed one by one.

The two girls' spiritual power was overdrawn crazily, but they still accomplished this feat.

The goddess in the mist seemed to be real, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

As long as the goddess opens her eyes, miracles will come.

God's glory will descend from the sky, making this place a land of blessing.

But it's still a little short.

The goddess' eyes never opened.

Irene and Christine's faces changed.

Their strength has been drained, and their spirits are exhausted to the extreme, not a drop left.

Although they are still standing, they are completely relying on a breath.

They are exhausted physically and mentally, and they have long been dry wells.

Any child can knock them down.

"Help me"

Irene's voice was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

Enya quickly appeared beside the teacher and tried to activate their spirits, but it was in vain.

In a short period of time, people's spirits cannot be revitalized a second time.

Sister Natasha also appeared in the venue.

She tried to help them recover their spirits, but was ruthlessly bounced away by the mysterious force.

The strong and slender body flew more than ten meters like a piece of paper and hit the corner.

She couldn't even get up by herself.

Sif also stood up, her face slightly pale.

Lake Val is just south of the three overseas provinces. The spread of the God-forsaken Land will directly affect the three overseas provinces.

If the three provinces become a barren, barren God-forsaken Land, how can she return to the imperial capital?

How many people and financial resources have been sacrificed by the empire, and the land that has been expanded with the efforts of several generations has been permanently barren in her hands. Her status in the history books must be infamous.

She may even be imprisoned until death.

Thinking of this, Sif dared not neglect it. She did not care that doing so would expose the hidden attributes of the [Elf Princess], and came to the two girls.

She opened her arms and chanted silently.

The exclusive casting method of the elves, silent chanting.

As long as you finish chanting the spell in your heart, it will take effect immediately.

This is a chanting method that is slightly inferior to instant spells, and it is the highest level that non-elves can use.

Since Sif does not hide, Roland can't hide either.

He stood beside Sif and held Sif's right hand.

Sif's profession is [Elf Princess], and he is [Inheritor]. Their powers can be perfectly borrowed from each other.

In the third era dominated by the elves, the emperor, the inheritor, and the high priest hold power, knowledge, and faith respectively, and their status is equal.

The power of power, knowledge, and faith can be transformed into each other under certain conditions.

The simplest way is to connect with the inheritor as a link.

Sif, who was assisted by Roland, finished chanting the magic silently, and the light green light enveloped Christine and Irene.

Their spirits recovered slightly.

As a price, Roland and Sif were thrown away at the same time.

The elves were not a race favored by the gods, but usurpers despised by the gods.

The elves who tried to create gods were even destroyed in the punishment of the gods.

The revival of the holy spring certainly would not give a good face to usurpers.

Sif was seriously injured. She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips by lowering her head and stood up tenaciously.

She didn't want Roland to be distracted.

She looked at Roland with concern. As a link, he must be more seriously injured.

However, Sif miscalculated. Roland was not injured.

He was thrown away only because he was holding Sif's hand.

Christine and Irene, who had recovered their mental strength slightly, tried their best and finally made the goddess open her eyes.

The right eye of survival.

Seeing the God's Eye open, everyone present, whether they believed in light or not, couldn't help but kneel down.

Only Roland and Sif were exceptions.

At the moment of being thrown away, countless memories awakened in Sif's mind.

She recalled some past events.

Choosing [Elven Princess] as her extraordinary profession means that she is an elf from now on.

Even if she is a genuine human, it is no exception.

Her devout faith has ended.

From now on, she will always be a usurper.

Either she succeeds in usurping power or she will be annihilated. There is no third possibility.

Roland is the same as her.

Since kneeling is useless, then he might as well not kneel.

The reason why Roland did not kneel was also very simple. His knees were stiff and he could not kneel down.

The goddess is amazing, right? If she has the ability, come down.

The open eyes of the goddess represent survival, gentle as water, and heal all the wounded instantly.

Heitingsen stood up and was surprised to find that his ribs had healed.

Natasha also stood up and was surprised to find that her arms and legs were intact.

Others, regardless of their beliefs, all knelt on the ground and prayed silently.

The goddess only opened one eye when she appeared, and the other was still closed.

Christine and Irene looked at each other silently, and the regret in their hearts was hard to express.

They wanted to cry.

Just a little bit short.

If they were stronger, perhaps a complete miracle would descend. But now it was only a very incomplete miracle.

This secondary miracle can only nourish Lake Val and the surrounding land.

They touched the biggest trophy, but could only take the encouragement award. No one would be willing to accept this.

The mist gradually thinned, and the goddess's phantom slowly dissipated.

Just when everyone thought that this incomplete miracle was over, Roland rushed up and pressed his big hand hard on the bottom of the goddess statue.

On the jade feet.

He stroked the feet of the goddess statue with both hands, and his mental power gushed out.

He was not a pervert, but just unwilling.

After working hard for a long time, all the benefits were taken by Val City-State. Why?

Either everyone gets the benefits, or no one gets them.

Since he was not backfired just now, he would not be now.

Maybe his mental power can also participate in the recovery.

He vaguely felt that he could win the bet. After all, he was a traverser and a visitor from outside the domain. The rules of this plane might not apply to him.

He won the bet.

The thick fog rose up, and the dispersing goddess phantom quickly strengthened and became clearer.

Everyone could see the details of the goddess phantom clearly.

It was lifelike, as if the goddess was here in person.

The left eye opened.

It was as dark as a prison, this was the eye of death.

Roland was locked in, as if he was naked in an abyss.

He looked up at the goddess phantom, smiling and looking at her.

His lips opened, and he whispered a word silently.

"You too."

No one heard it, but he believed that the goddess could hear it.

Holy water poured down like a rainstorm.

The pillar of holy light rose into the sky, even illuminating places thousands of kilometers away.

The complete miracle has come.

Everyone cheered.

But no one noticed that the black eye of God was staring at Roland.

Until the fog completely dissipated.