Pastor's Tantra

The Eternal Theocracy.

Contrary to what most Avalonians imagine, the Eternal Pope does not live in a bright and glorious white palace.

White has never been the representative color of the Theocracy. It is just the Avalonians' imagination of order and holiness.

And some people may know a little more. They know that elves actually live on a giant tree, so they imagine that elves love to embrace nature and live in lush woods.

But green is also not the representative color of the Theocracy. Green is the color of adaptability and beauty, and it is the color of iris people.

The only color respected by the Theocracy is red.

Blood and fire. Heart with candles.

Those are all symbols of sacrifice and dedication.

In terms of land mass alone, the Theocracy's territory is probably less than one-seventh of Avalon's. However, the number of citizens living in the Theocracy is more than one-fifth of Avalon's. Even so, The Theocracy never feels crowded.

Because it's simple.

The Theocracy is not actually a "flat" country.

A giant tree that reaches the sky grows on the island, occupying nearly 70% of the island's area.

Legend has it that this giant tree voluntarily dedicated its heart so that it could accommodate small creatures; it dedicated its trunk to protect those lives that were fragile and easily withered compared to itself; it dedicated all of itself. The juice allowed some of them to obtain the blood of the Immortal. 6̳̳And these immortals chosen by the giant tree are elves.

He is the father of fathers and the mother of mothers of the elves.

Also because of this great deed, Jushu has become one of Si Zhu's most beloved apostles.

——From this perspective, the Eternal Theocracy is actually a country built in the body of an apostle.

It is precisely because of this that the elves respect Si Zhu the most.

Even though his spirit body has long since left for the dream world, his huge body that remains in the material world still exists, is always growing, and is full of vitality. The reddish-brown bark and trunk also became the foundation of the Eternal Theocracy.

The Eternal Theocracy built twenty-two rings around this giant tree that reached the sky. All buildings are technically "grown". Warm in winter and cool in summer, it does not rot or become damp, and there is an inexhaustible supply of fruits to satisfy your hunger.

Even the candles that the elves light on daily days come from giant trees - they grind this sacred bark into powder, which becomes an important raw material for the candles used in the holy crowns on the heads of priests. In this way, as long as the sacred candle is lit, no matter where they are, they feel like they are at home.

Each level of the giant tree is a huge ring city, and the environment on each level is slightly different. The lifespan of elves is hundreds of years, and many elves never leave the Eternal Theocracy throughout their lives. It is because there is enough for them to live inside the Theocracy.

At this moment, the twenty-second floor of the Eternal Theocracy.

The girl in a pure white robe slowly opened her eyes and stood up from the bed.

She was wearing a white knee-length robe, white boots, and white silk gloves. Her hair is also pure white, and her pupils are also silver-white. Her whole body shone in the candlelight, like an illusion or a ghost.

She took off her clothes without saying a word. As the girl stood up and walked, her white robe, gloves, and stockings fell to the ground on their own. And when she took off all her clothes, a thick red and black robe appeared directly on her body.

The robe reveals complex patterns - like deer heads and thorns.

And then, black thorns spread from all directions in the robe. It climbed up and embedded itself in her collarbone, neck, ears, and forehead. The parts covered by the robe - her back, chest, abdomen, legs and hands were also entangled with thorns and embedded in her body.

The thorns seemed to grow inside her body, and they seemed to fit her perfectly.

But even so, it was impossible not to hurt - blood dripped as she walked. Falling on the ground, or soaking in the robe.

But she turned a blind eye to it. She just walked towards her pure white jade throne with a calm expression.

As she sat on the Holy Seat, the black thorns began to spread in all directions. When they climbed onto the throne, they finally became quiet.

Her will was finally synchronized with the entire Theocracy.

She stared ahead, but it seemed as if she was looking through the void.

"What do you think of Aiwass, Matilda?"

She said so.

At this time, the blue-haired female elf on the 13th floor also took off her disguise and responded casually: "I think... it's pretty good for human beings. But in fact, it's just like that... But this may also be because we know less and see less. Since Si Zhu is satisfied with him, then we can just carry out the order."

"It's not just Si Zhu. Weizhe was also in my body before, and Heng Wo also came here. Even Amber took a look with my eyes... But the crown master didn't come, which surprised me a little."

"...Amber? Why did the old man come?"

The female elf Matilda, whose pseudonym is Jacaranda, paused slightly: "Does Mr. Aiwass still have the adaptability to the twilight path?"

She was obviously surprised that the Pillar God of the Dusk Path was paying attention to a mortal.

The amber has not been touched for a long time - the only things that can attract his attention nowadays are usually people's research on the art of immortality and those extraordinary beings who extend their lifespan through various means.

"It seems that he used some kind of sacred technology to help people extend their lives. Without violating the principles of sand timekeeping, he broke the destined death. Amber was very curious and came over to take a look. If nothing else, maybe he and It is related to Tiansi. Generally speaking, only things related to Tiansi will the pillar gods be so concerned about.

"I guess he may be the blood descendant of a certain Tiansi, or even the reincarnation."

"Do you know who Tiansi is?"

"I guess it's Dietiansi. After all, Dietiansi is good at death and rebirth. I noticed that he controls a kind of fire butterfly. That kind of unknown phantom demon has a very high level. It's most likely that Dietiansi's Descendants or clones.”

"...What a very adaptable young man. In that case, how about I teach him advanced divine arts in person?"

Matilda rubbed her face, and then she changed from a middle-aged human woman to a young elf in her twenties and thirties: "Also, Mr. Oswald is back. It's rare that you have time, and you want to see him Give him a try?"

"No. Let my knight take a good rest. I'm almost out of time."

The elf girl refused: "Also... let Gray do the teaching of Aiwass's magic."

The Eternal Pope said softly: "I have a hunch that he might be able to solve Gray's problem."

"Your sacred will, Your Majesty. But you must tell Lord Gray first...after all, you have assumed her identity."

"Then go ahead, Matilda... repeat everything that happened in the dream to Gray so that she doesn't expose the secret... play the role of 'pure white' well. Just in case, tell Gray again Pat mention it...I won't go looking for him..."

The Pope said, his voice getting softer and softer, as if he was a little sleepy: "I'm a little tired, Matilda... I'm going to sleep again."

"Good night, Your Majesty."

Matilda's voice was soft: "When you wake up, call me at any time."

"Um……"

She murmured: "Next March, if I haven't woken up yet, wake me up..."

Before he finished speaking, the eternal pope with girlish appearance tilted his head slightly, lost consciousness, fell backwards on the Holy Seat and fell into a deep sleep.

Her blood was sucked slowly but firmly by the sin thorns on the Holy Seat.

The de facto strongest man in the world, his youthful appearance, which looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, is still gradually changing - he is continuing to retrograde towards the age of about thirteen or fourteen years old.