[Western Fantasy] Creator's daily tasks

"The great Lord of Light will grant you infinite wisdom and kindness, and will conquer your own heart and become the successor of St. Peter, guiding us forward."

Pope Rapedo slowly lowered the scepter in his hand, and the golden light rolling and jumping in the air gathered and floated on the prayer platform, like beautiful and beautiful gold beads rolling down on the clouds.

And the members of the Council of Cardinals, composed of retired and respected former bishops, soaked the sacrificial cloak used for the coronation in the holy water early on, and with the ringing of the bell of the sacrament hall, they began to bless them with divine power.

The boundless power of faith descends from the distant sky like a rainbow, and falls with the sun, like a golden scroll, pouring miraculous power into the statues of the twelve apostles, illuminated by milky white light The entire Colony Cathedral.

The strong power of faith seems to be condensed into a solid body, constantly transforming the holy image, and the hymn from the void matches it, and an inexplicable energy spreads.

The corners of the white robe of the long smock fluctuated, and the power of faith that fell from the sky covered the clothes on the body with a white mist. Under the mist, McGuire, the spear of judgment, was constantly absorbing the faith that had accumulated for thousands of years. Divine power.

The mottled beliefs, filtered by the divine patterns hidden on the gun body, turned into streams one after another, pure white and soft, blending in the gaps of the rules, and the remnant soul of Valgudo hidden in the depths of the rules.

Obviously, even the river will dry up one day, let alone the moisturizing and repairing creation artifact.Strictly speaking, the Judgment Spear is not a creation-level artifact. In the illusion set by the law, although it is an accompanying artifact, Qi Yang was just a false god at that time. The real mystery, and later the so-called "detachment" split the creation godhead, and half of the truth that was not much was lost after the split of the godhead.

One sentence can be used to evaluate McGill, which is empty in appearance but not in spirit.Without Shen Yun, to this artifact, it is just a weapon, which can kill the enemy or...injure oneself.

Conceive its god with pure faith, warm up the gun body, and make its quality closer to the creation-level artifact. If the character level cannot keep up, use high-end equipment to top it. This will greatly increase your winning rate. After all— —That half of the godhead can protect the remaining soul of Valgodor, and it is him anyway...

The succession ceremony continued, and the end of the Void Psalm drew down the curtain on this sea of ​​crazy beliefs, but it seemed that the invaders did not give the Holy See of Light any more time.

"Looks like it's coming..."

Pope Rapedo came back to his senses, and suddenly shook the scepter in his hand, and the golden water droplets on the prayer platform quickly condensed into a golden water mirror.

The Church of Light is quietly dormant among the Jianxi Plains of the Izzy Empire, in a deserted and desolate land.

Huge and white rock walls are its periphery.With the blessing of divine power, even the worst weather can't leave a trace of filth on it.

Three brown-red Roman-style large dome towers stand successively in the middle of the square. On the walls made of neat and square red bricks, there are rows of half-hanging basket windows inlaid with colorful glass. Statues of gods and statues in various postures surround the towers. The eaves and semicircular arches give the whole building a solid atmosphere.

But at this time, the holy church in the past is also unavoidable in the war of blood and fire.

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"Report, Your Excellency Commander Germain, our army's heavy cavalry, assault warriors, mages, griffin knights, and dragon knights have arrived at full speed. Do you want to start the siege campaign!"

The loud and clear voice hovered in the air for a long time, and the bloodthirsty and exhilarating triumphant song has already been played.

"Start, attack the city!!!"

Chu Tianxing's voice spread far away, and the mighty army began to change its formation rapidly.

"The heavy cavalry changed their right wings, the assault warrior group advanced, the griffin group and the dragon knights took off for air strikes, and moved forward in the shape of a "herringbone"."

The orderly instructions, accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of war drums, kicked off the war.

Veteran Sol quickly replaced the iron arrows enchanted with the heavy crossbow. Every vibration of the bow brought up the old scars on his face that were several feet long. The deep bony scars almost ran through his entire cheeks, but his eyes The madness in it is the capital he has lived to the present.

He, he saw it!

A bright knight quickly charged into the warrior group, and every time he swung his gun, one or two people would be killed. The throbbing main artery was pierced by the sharp gun point, and the steaming blood drew a beautiful arc in the air. Line, sprayed on the bright knight's handsome face, it's breathtakingly beautiful.

Sol's eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed away the comrades around him, swearing a few words from time to time, but his eyes never left the knight's neck, ah - he has seen how the knight died in blood and filth On the land, he, he!Use the epee in your hand to chop his bones piece by piece, turning them into froth, and then take his beautiful head back to claim the beautiful and attractive bag of gold coins.

Hahaha!I am coming.

Thor excitedly waved the long sword in his hand. He has lost his voice in excitement now. He can't see clearly whether it is the enemy or his comrades in front of him. Anyone who blocks his way will die!Hahaha--

The heavy and sharp point of the sword pierced the soft internal organs in front again, and the lively and beating place was brought out by the hilt, and the steaming blood splashed all over the face, leaving it from the depression of the scar on the face, like a A centipede that just kept twisting its body and screaming blood.

He raised his heavy blood-stained sleeve and wiped it nonchalantly, ha!He's about to get close to his baby.

He hurried away quickly, leaving behind a poor soldier's body in place. His name was McCree, and he was Sol's commander who had saved him many times during the same period, and was dubbed "just and benevolent" by Sol.

It's near, it's near!

Only ten yards left.

His tired arms bulged again, quickly harvesting the life around him, laughing maniacally and rushing towards the handsome young man riding a unicorn.

In his eyes, even soaking in the bloody battlefield of status can't stop the youth's radiant light, like a pearl in a pile of gravel, bright and pure, giving people a desire to occupy their own status.

Ah——he could smell the strong and thick rust on the young man. To him, it was like fine wine, mellow and intoxicating.

He jumped forward happily and even excitedly, and slammed into the unicorn's soft subdued body, and dived.The sharp point of the sword had already been erected, and he had already imagined how the so-called "the purest creature in the world" would be gutted, lying weakly on the ground and struggling, but it couldn't stop the passing of life.

Ha - he may start planning from now on how to spend that big bag of gold coins, buy a house of his own, and then marry a beautiful woman, and when their children grow up, send them to Old Faith in the imperial capital, let their child become a glorious warrior, instead of him, continue to fight with His Excellency Germain, and open up more land for the empire.

But... What he won was not glory, flowers, or money, but the shining spear tip, the white and bright spear tip pierced his forehead, and the brains that seemed to be scattered on the ground, and his master could only helplessly. struggling.

This veteran who had worked hard on the battlefield for half his life finally died at the hands of his arrogance.Now, he can only lie like a maggot on the land where bones and flesh cannot be distinguished. Maybe when the Holy See of Light cleans up the battlefield, he will be pitifully said by the pastor, may the God of Light forgive you for your sins, and then be killed. Throwing it into the incineration pile mercilessly, and being burned into a pile together with other bones by the monstrous fire, he usually despises the dust.oh!Maybe he can also make a grand joint grave with his dearest and most benevolent chief, McCree, but there is no bone in the coffin, just a pile of simple dust.

And his ashes have long been used by cognitive personnel as a wall material for rebuilding the Holy See, or poured under the rhizomes of beautiful flowers, and are evaluated and appreciated by those gorgeously dressed ladies...