Versatile Mage: I can control you until you die.

The Holy Inquisition Court, the Hall of the Gods.

This is a standard European-style building, grand and spectacular, standing solemnly and solemnly in the white snow.

Its appearance is not much different from the temples in other places. The only eye-catching thing is the dome above the head that looks like a work of art.

A total of 333 paintings of different religions, different gods, and all recognized beliefs in the world are closely arranged without any sense of dissonance.

Every popular heroic epic and inherited story can find its prototype here.

"Look over there, there is the First Emperor of our country!" Zhao Manyan pointed to a place excitedly.

Mo Fan was a little unhappy: "Damn, our First Emperor has become a supporting role here."

On the dome, the First Emperor was wearing a black robe, and together with many other historical heroes, he was guarding a shirtless man in the center.

Heavenly Father.

Founder of the Holy City.

Xu Fang stared at the dome, thoughtfully.

"Xu Fang, have you thought of anything?" Mu Bai asked. He liked listening to Xu Fang talk about all kinds of messy things.

Mu Bai has a bit of a celebrity-worship mentality, and the words of awesome people always have profound meanings and always make sense.

Xu Fang is now more or less a celebrity, and his words naturally carry more weight than those two beasts, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan.

"There is a saying that every time the Holy City preaches to a country, it will include the heroes and gods they believe in into the hall of the gods."

Xu Fang said: "In this way, the areas being preached will have a so-called sense of belonging. After several generations of public opinion propaganda, the Holy City will naturally become the highest magic holy place."

"That's quite interesting. The old man was already in his fifties when he thought about this level."

Remembering the familiar laughter, Old Man Bao walked over wearing a priest's uniform.

"The reason why the Magical Plane respects the Holy City is that one is the world's unique military force, and the other is the deep-rooted concept."

"Mr. Bao." Xu Fang greeted.

Old Man Bao smiled and said: "You kid, sometimes you just think too much. But this is better than being short-sighted... Let's go to the Holy Inquisition."

Now that Xu Fangren has arrived, the Holy Inquisition Trial will be held in advance.

The result was no surprise at all, a smooth batch.

Xu Fang is not guilty, and can even be said to have merit.

The mind mage of the Holy Inquisition used magic to carefully review the memories of Jin Yongshun and Quan Junhe, and clarified the truth of the matter.

Bullying has long existed at the military mage station in Incheon, South Korea, and recruit Choi Tae-hun has been suppressed for a long time.

During this military operation, Kim Yong-soon, Quan Junha and others acted domineeringly, snatching credit and trying to put the blame on others.

Cui Taixun couldn't bear the humiliation. Before his death, he used plant magic to open the magic circle and attracted the island of demons to Incheon itself, which ultimately led to irreversible results.

Xu Fang ignored past grievances and risked his own life to visit Incheon and saved countless civilians. This fully embodies the spirit of internationalism...

"Is this the end?" Xu Fang asked.

"It's over." Old Man Bao said with a smile: "The facts are in front of us, what kind of waves can those sticks make?"

“It feels like going through the motions.”

"Remove the word "feeling", our people will help handle the follow-up matters. Come on, follow me to the library." Old Man Bao said.

Xu Fang cheered up, the main event was coming!

The reason why he traveled so far and climbed the snow-capped mountains to come to the Holy Inquisition Court was precisely to understand the "power of faith".

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The library is on another building.

It is also a European-style building with a magnificent appearance and fine patterns carved on the thick stone.

The tall spire towers reach into the sky, connecting with the snowflakes falling from the sky, and disappearing into the gray air.

The Holy Inquisition Library is naturally different from the Jinlin Municipal Library, and not everyone can enter.

Fortunately, Old Man Bao is a priest and has the right to bring a person in.

"Please step back, I will call you if necessary." Old Man Bao said calmly, and the library guard bowed out respectfully.

There were only two of them left in the huge room.

"The power of faith is actually the external expression of extreme emotions. It is similar to spiritual magic but not quite the same."

"Extreme love, extreme respect, extreme trust, and extreme hatred are all the breeding ground for the power of faith."

"In the anime you young people watch, the characters often gain the strength to make a comeback through memories and the call of their companions. This is actually not unreasonable."

Old Man Bao walked slowly in the library. From time to time he would stop and make a move, and books would fly into Xu Fang's hands.

"The power of faith can nourish your spirit and body and transform it into pure magic energy, but doing so is too wasteful."

"When the power of faith reaches its peak, you can create your own divine kingdom - in our words, it is equivalent to the domain, transcendent power and forbidden curse divine talent!"

"With the Kingdom of God, you can have your own believers, give them strength, and accept their offerings!"

Old man Bao talked about the wonderful point and made himself happy.

Xu Fang: "So, has anyone reached this level?"

Old Man Bao: "No."

"Then what is the Kingdom of God, believers, how do you know about it?"

"My guess."

"???"

Xu Fang looked at Old Man Bao, and Old Man Bao looked at Xu Fang.

Why don't you be so careless? Old Man Bao is not a priest, but an old stickman who distributes pamphlets at the market!

"Strictly speaking, it shouldn't be called guessing, it should be called reasoning. Reasoning and fiction are two different things."

Old Man Bao said: "Just like the angels in the Holy City, they will become stronger under the murmuring blessings of countless believers, so we only need to make bold assumptions..."

While he was chattering here, Xu Fang had already begun to study the thick stack of books in his hand.

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Gillen, the thief of the Holy Inquisition, is more isolated from the world than the Alpine Academy. Everyone is in a hurry, and people tend to go crazy if they stay here for a long time.

Xu Fang has been soaking in the library these days, like a squirrel, relying on his six-level spiritual power to force a lot of knowledge into his head.

When the borrowing was over, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was very smart.

"Stimulating, gathering, brewing..."

Xu Fang muttered, in his spiritual world, a gray-white icy river was constantly impacting the shackles.

The same action has been carried out thousands of times, but this barrier has always been surprisingly strong, and it has no intention of breaking even when it is deformed.

"The power of faith, come..."

Xu Fang integrated the small ball of faith purification into the galaxy. In an instant, the gray turned into golden yellow, which was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes away.

boom! ! !

The barrier shattered, the stars rolled down, and countless golden stars cheered and scrambled to occupy new territories!

The galaxy turns into a sea of ​​stars!

Ice super level, done!

This extremely smooth process made Xu Fang, the instigator, unable to stop it!

That’s okay too! ?