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"I think... but there's no chance. I think you have a good chance."

Haritz wasn't just flattering, but really felt that this man gave him the most different feeling.

Not only because he is a Chinese.

The Huaxia man looked at himself with a smile.

"I think you will, my instincts are always right."

"I……"

Just when Haritz was about to say something.

A bell rang in front, and then shook the entire square. Inexplicably, when the bell appeared, everyone's attention was attracted.

And at the same time, he stopped his whispering conversation, with a solemn expression.

They all felt a kind of divine deterrence.

Solemn and vigorous.

A thought flashed through Hariz's mind:

It's time to start!

PS: This is a different perspective, with a different experience~

75 Supreme-

Nine in the morning.

Fanaxi's bell rang throughout the central area.

The square in front of the temple was silent, the Holy Crusaders stopped their patrols, stood where they were, turned around, and faced the location of the temple.

Still holding the spear seriously, but with a solemn longing on his face.

The square was solemn and solemn, except for the crusaders in red armor, they were all Western Saints in white robes.

This scene looks very harmonious and seems to have infinite symbolic meaning.

The sun was projected from a beautiful angle, and then a figure appeared under the sun.

They walked out of the gates of the temple, and out of the shadows that the sun overturned did not reach.

It seems that they themselves have a bright mission, full of a sense of sacred mission.

When ten men in bright red robes, holding scepters, appeared in everyone's sight, they were in order.

These ten men in bright red robes received the devout eyes of all the believers in the square, because they knew that there would be no one else except the holy bishop for their identities.

They appeared in the square, in Hariz's eyes.

It is simply the representative of authority and power at the same time.

Although he didn't understand that there must be any special meaning in it, it seemed that his hope fell on them involuntarily.

It was only when his eyes fell on the face of the Chinese man who was still beside him.

He found something different.

When other people, including myself, looked at the ten holy bishops on the steps of the temple with pious and awe-inspiring eyes, the smile on the face of this Chinese man remained unchanged.

But the feeling it brings to me seems to be completely different, as if there is some disdainful banter...

It might not be accurate, after all, Hariz didn't think that anyone would show such a rash expression when they saw the ten holy bishops, but I always felt that this person didn't seem to be in awe.

Haritz couldn't tell the strangeness of this temperament for a while.

And the holy bishop has already begun to read the teachings of the Western Holy Church.

This is a necessary procedure on the day of pilgrimage.

The saints slowly appeared from around, holding holy water in their hands, and sprinkled it on all the believers below.

Bathing in the holy water in the sun, and then listening to the holy bishop recite the transaction as if he had some mission, this is the most pious day for all the believers below, and it is also the most sacred day.

The same goes for Haritz.

It's just that I can't help but pay attention to the expression of the Chinese man beside me.

Under such a slightly strange mood, the chanting ended.

Hariz raised his head, the black and black crowd around him still didn't talk in whispers, maybe it was because he was afraid of the holy bishop at this time, and he was afraid that if there were no rules, he would lose the opportunity to jump the carp over the dragon's gate

Yes, or to be infected by this atmosphere.

Haritz felt a little strange, but at this time, the ten holy bishops were divided into fives and fives.

They each retreated down the steps, forming a shape that seemed to be worshiping.

It seems that the order of the steps is determined by the level of age.

But at this time, there was no holy bishop standing on the highest step in a bright red robe.

People are now beginning to realize that the most critical core focus is about to emerge.

They came here, became believers, and the biggest evidence and reason for their willingness to believe in the West Saint religion appeared.

That is the most famous person active in this era, in the whole world, and possibly the most mysterious, powerful, and charismatic figure.

Pope Vannasis.

A man who now calls himself the Holy Lord.

Saint-Pran III.

His figure was taller than Haliz had imagined...

And also look younger.

In Haritz's imagination, among numerous data displays.

This man, who is the Pope of the Western Holy Church, is about 68 years old. In the only photos, he should be a bit fat, with pale hair and beard.

But at this time, when the man in the white cloth base and the gown embellished with dark gold stitching appeared, Haritz's most real feeling was that this man really looked young.

He is tall, almost two meters.

Except for the faint crow's feet in the corners of the eyes, there is no trace of age at all, which would make people judge that he is a man of about 40 years old.

Nor could his hair or beard be white, but pure black.

This shocked Haritz extremely. Could it be the reason for the supernatural ability?

The ability made him younger?

Never judge the Pope by the powers of ordinary people with supernatural powers, because people outside have speculated that this man has at least mastered hundreds of powers, or even more.

So it seems reasonable to live younger and younger.

St. Plann III holds a huge scepter.

Standing on the most center of the temple, which is also the highest step, straightened his back, the figure hidden under the gorgeous white robe seemed to be a hidden giant beast.

The squinted eyes seem to reveal infinite majesty overlooking all living beings under his feet.

All the holy bishops bowed their noble heads in front of St. Plann III, showing the ultimate obedience.

Saint-Plane III faced everyone's bowed respect.

He slowly raised his scepter.

The sound came out like this, no horn, no microphone, just use the throat.

But like the holy voices from the gods in the sky, it is extremely clear and deafening, but it does not make people feel disgusted and harsh.

Calmly but infinitely majestic, he delivered his speech on the day of the pilgrimage.

Obscure and profound words, but the people below seem to understand clearly.

This process lasted about an hour.

This time was not short, but Haritz found that he didn't seem to be bored at all.

He waited patiently until St. Plann III had finished speaking.

No one there seemed to feel wronged.

Hariz subconsciously looked at the position of the Chinese man, and the only change in him was probably a wider smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then came the most important part of the pilgrimage day, the most attention-getting, and the most tense and anticipated part.

That is, the ten holy bishops plus St. Plann III will choose candidates who have the opportunity to be promoted to saints today.

Hariz was a little nervous, but felt that his nervousness was unnecessary. As a Nigerian, he never seemed to have received any special treatment in this regard.

When the holy bishops walked down the steps first, and then each selected an excited believer to walk in front of the crowd.

Some people are ecstatic, some are lost, some are calm as before, and some are lost.

Hariz waited quietly.

One, two, three were taken away.... .

He didn't know whether he was waiting for a miracle, or waiting for such a mediocre ending.

Until a man with a solemn expression walked in front of him.

He looked at himself and said.

"follow me."

Hariz was so excited that he doubted his life in an instant. He didn't expect a miracle to happen.

Hariz excitedly glanced at the Chinese man beside him, what he said really came true!His intuition is really accurate!

He still looks at himself laughing!

Hariz didn't dare to say much, and followed the holy bishop in front of him up the steps.

Just when everyone remained silent and looked at the last pope in white robes.

The Pope made a move. Holding a huge scepter in his hand, he slightly raised the scepter and pointed to a position in the crowd.

In fact, people don't need to pay too much attention to what this position is.

naturally.

- Daoguang enveloped that person.

Following the golden light, he walked out of the crowd.

Haritz's eyes widened.

It didn't occur to him...

This supreme honor appointed by the pope...

It actually belonged to that man... .

……

76 Kingslayer! ─

The fall of this golden light seemed to be a divine omen.

All the people present couldn't help but look sideways.

This must be eye-catching, right? To receive such an honor at this time. ...he really is the most special, right?

Haritz couldn't help but think so.

As soon as the Chinese man in the white robe walked out of the crowd, everyone's eyes followed, as if they wanted to see clearly what this figure who had received the supreme glory looked like.