After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Under the dazzling holy light, the dark night was illuminated as brightly as day, and the endless prayers and praises were overwhelming like waves one after another. The plague in the transformed beast's body was continuously forced out by the holy light, and turned into a rising black mist, which had nowhere to hide under the dazzling light, and was completely vaporized in a blink of an eye.

Sporadic fires were crackling and burning, and the ground was full of broken arms and limbs, solidified flesh, mixed with a thick and unpleasant smell of burnt, and the faint sound of children weeping.

Time and space seem to be at a standstill at the same time, everything is silent, everyone's eyes are looking at the same direction, the sky and the earth are surging, and the figure of His Royal Highness Son stands quietly in the center of the holy light, like a god When it arrived, a warm and peaceful atmosphere gradually spread, like a grand baptism, betting on everyone equally, soothing people's pain and mourning.

Also prostrate on the ground were the bishops and the cavaliers of the Holy See. Although they did not explicitly express their opposition when His Majesty the Pope proposed to enshrine the Holy Son, they somewhat disapproved or doubted Ye Shaoqing, the airborne Holy Son. I don't understand, they trust and support His Majesty's decision unconditionally, but they don't fully understand the extraordinaryness of His Highness.

Until today, at this moment, everyone in the venue trembled and surrendered, and no one made a sound. No one dared to question the inheritance of His Highness the Holy Son, and no one could shake his position in the Holy See, as if this matter should be like this , no longer a matter of course.

Yun Hong and the fanatics and ascetics he led were also among them. They were more fanatical and pious than ordinary believers. If they could step forward and kiss His Highness's instep, they might faint from happiness on the spot.

Compared to their excitement, only Yun Hong had a strange look on his face. He raised his head slightly to look at Ye Shaoqing, his eyes were filled with emotions of joy, shock, bewilderment, disappointment and even resentment, which was as complicated as a bottomless puddle. black pool.

Ye Shaoqing's indifferent eyes skipped over the pious worshiping crowd, and turned to the dead puppet in the herd of beasts. Its controller seemed to have stopped manipulating it, or it was unable to resist under Ye Shaoqing's shock. It was like a broken puppet. Like a puppet of the thread, he was stuck in the same place indifferently, unable to move.

Ye Shaoqing straightly stretched out one arm, and with a casual move, the puppet corpse flew obediently towards the direction of the chariot as if being drawn by an invisible thread. When it landed, ice flowers bloomed from the feet. From bottom to top, the entire body was sealed in the ice coffin made of ice flowers, and he fell asleep quietly and lifelessly.

After doing this, he looked down at the pale Ye Zheng in his arms. The wound on his back from the arrow rain of light had begun to heal under the comfort of the holy light, and the plague in his body was also undergoing this grand baptism. Being continuously purified and gradually disappearing into the invisible, the nearly overdrawn sea of ​​consciousness was nourished and breathed, and the flame pattern on the forehead regained its luster again.

Feeling the return of strength, Yezheng's body finally stabilized, and his tail retracted, but there was no trace of joy and relaxation on his face, he was still heavy, even worse than before.

Ye Zheng raised his tired eyelids and stared deeply at Ye Shaoqing's eyes. The two golden pupils were coldly embedded in the eye sockets, like a pool of stagnant water without any vitality or emotion.

In the past, when Ye Shaoqing looked at him, he always hid his tenderness and tenderness under pampering and respect, being intimate and restrained. Occasionally, he would be aroused by himself, showing a cute expression of annoyance and helplessness, and then asking him for it as a matter of course.

It will never be like now, looking indifferently at a stranger who has nothing to do with it, this is definitely not the way his lover looks at him!

Ye Zheng stretched out his hand to caress Ye Shaoqing's cheek, but the latter didn't move or dodge, just let him caress.

"Shaoqing..." Ye Zheng called his name softly, his eyebrows seemed to move slightly because of these two words, but he remained silent.

"Shaoqing, Shaoqing..." Yezheng kept calling his name in a hurry, as if he could call back the person he was familiar with, but his brows were furrowed more and more, and his heart was more anxious than ever before. In the silence, one heart could not stop sinking, almost unable to maintain the elegance and composure engraved in the bones.

Ye Shaoqing frowned imperceptibly, and finally said the first sentence: "I can hear you."

"..." Ye Zheng's call came to an abrupt end. He broke free from the other party's embrace, and suddenly felt a chill in his limbs, as if the blood in his body had froze, and his fingertips were terribly cold, "You... who are you? I Where is your disciple?"

Ye Shaoqing let go of his hand, and stood with his hands behind his back. There was no extra expression on his face, and he said indifferently: "I am Ye Shaoqing, and Ye Shaoqing is me."

A sense of unreal absurdity rose uncontrollably, Ye Zheng squinted his eyes, clenched the scepter tightly with five fingers, his nails sank deeply into his palm, leaving bloodstains like several months of teeth, as if he had to rely on the scepter to survive Just like supporting your crumbling body.

"My Shaoqing won't talk to me in this tone! Get out of his body! Give him back to me!"

Ye Shaoqing didn't show the slightest strange emotion because of his rudeness and gaffe, his eyes were calm, and he calmly responded: "If you mean the part of consciousness that has not fully awakened the self of the deity, it has completely returned to the deity now. , merged with the deity's will, and the previous memories are gradually recovering, you don't have to worry, I still have the memory of that part of consciousness, and I haven't forgotten it."

Ye Zheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted, his gaze was as sharp as a sword, and he shot straight at the opponent's face, as if he wanted to see through him, to see what happened in the depths of the soul under this body.

Seeing that His Majesty the Pope had turned the corner, Zhang Junbai, the Archbishop of the Holy Church, immediately led all the knights to the chariot, and pleaded guilty to the Pope. Yun Hong, Zhan Qiu and others also returned to his side. Wen Changyan recovered from the shock Come, looking wistfully at the pool of bright red flesh and blood on the ground, which had long been blown beyond recognition, Wen Qingze came to his side, and the two of them were silent, suppressing their grief.

Feng Gan, who was hiding on the bell tower, also had a shocked expression on his face. His self-esteem forced himself to restrain the urge to bow down to Ye Shaoqing, and he turned his face away, not daring to look in his direction.

Beside him, the old man in the shadow watched all this happening intently, and finally let out a crazy laugh. His hoarse and crazy laughter echoed in the empty sky, like a lonely carnival that no one answered.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?!" He loudly exclaimed, "The container has finally returned to the form it should have been in! 20 years! All my efforts were not in vain, and finally... finally today, I woke up Great god! Let that supreme being descend to the world again!"

The old man was so excited that he could speak incoherently, the wrinkled skin on his face trembled constantly, he laughed and chanted prayers, his eyes were red, as if he was about to shed tears.

"...the supreme existence? God?" Feng Gan looked at him like a monster, with an absurd and unbelievable expression on his face, "The god returned to the kingdom of heaven more than 1000 years ago! You said that Ye Shaoqing is... God ? Stop kidding! You are absolutely insane!"

The old man's laughter gradually died down, and he looked at his collaborator, or the yellow-mouthed child he used contemptuously and mockingly, and said with a sneer: "Ignorant people are always deceived by appearances, Ye Shaoqing should never exist, He is just a container for the resurrection of the gods, and if he is still conscious, he should be honored for it."

His air-dry head was in a mess due to the amount of information leaked out of the other party's words, and he still couldn't believe his eyes and ears, and couldn't understand what was happening right now.

This is completely beyond the limits of what he can imagine.

The god...really resurrected in Ye Shaoqing's body?

Simply fantastic!

The old man obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore, he was immersed in the joy of fulfilling his great wish, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the puppet corpse that was no longer of use value. The next step was the last, and it was also a crucial step. Once you reach it, everything will be completely settled, and your obsession and long-cherished wish for many years will come true.

Following the old man's deep whistle, a black crow on the top of the bell tower stretched its wings and fell down. The whole body of this spirit beast was pitch black, and even its eyes were buried under the black eyelids, so it couldn't see. It also greatly reduces the influence of Holy Light.

The old man neatly jumped onto Yaniao's broad back, ignored Feng Gan's anger and shouting, and walked away on his own, flying quickly in the opposite direction to Ye Shaoqing.

——That is the location of the Holy Beast Palace and the Holy Altar.

Ye Zheng's eyes were full of grief, anger, and empty worries. All kinds of emotions were firmly hidden by him, restrained, and never showed on his face. The matter of Ye Shaoqing was too strange, and he needed a long-term plan. Since the memory is not lost, Then one day, he will let the real Ye Shaoqing come back to him, and there are more important things right now.

He ordered Zhang Junbai to lead people to clean up the battlefield, to trace the source of the beast tide and the clues behind the manipulator, and at the same time, he asked Yun Hong to lead the bishops and priests to appease the injured believers and bring order back on track.

Everyone took action, and the believers who were relieved of the crisis breathed a sigh of relief. Under the consolation and treatment of the knight army and priests, there was no great disturbance.

Yezheng sat on the chariot, caressing the ice coffin where his body was placed with his palm, this feeling was too strange, he was shocked suddenly: "No, why the caster gave up this puppet corpse is because of his own purpose Have you reached it? Or do you have another goal and you have to leave in a hurry?"

Ye Shaoqing, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, looking indifferently at a certain direction in the sky.

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