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St. Fry's Cathedral, situated on the western coast plain of the Southern Continent.

Legend has it that this was the first place in the century-old pioneering period where the saint Fresnel Achamian, after touring to the south, began his public missionary service.

According to the ancient records of the Church …

At that time, the sky was sprinkled with silvery white holy light, and the melodious singing echoed in everyone's heart. Around them, snow-white feathers formed from light threads floated down, and one could vaguely see the angel with a pair of wings on his back …

Of course, the credibility of all of this was no less than that of most of the local legends. But from then on, this small alluvial plain was named the Plains of Holy Light and became the only place in the south, one of the Four Great Sacred Grounds of the Church.

Of course, compared to the Brilliant Valley, the Holy Land of the Inheritance, Mount Yak … There weren't any Divine Aura here, and they didn't take up too much space either. Thus, their value was undoubtedly much lower. Unexpectedly, the Church paid attention to this plain.

Four hundred years ago, the Holy See believed that the faith in the southwest of the continent was now stable. It was decided to add the Southwest Church and related personnel. The location would naturally be the holy land, there was no need to think about it. As for the size of the main church in the district?

After only a few days of deliberation, the senior management decided to build a massive church that had never been built before.

The reason is simply that Saint Forrest once said.

"There will be a great church on this plain.

"The great priest will come out of this church.

"His achievements will surpass the Lord's expectations.

"He will be the opportunity to open the Gate of Heaven."

There were at least eight hundred such prophecies about the gates of heaven that the Church had accumulated over the years.

Normally, no one would care about it, and no one would believe it. But the Holy See, which had not seen a miracle for a thousand years, needed some stimulation.

The huge and slow religious machine required not fresh believers, but the injection of some kind of madness.

A campaign to motivate millions of people, a job that involved tens of millions of gold coins, and a long period of fanaticism.

This would give a late stage beast a chance to shine with life and glory …

So with the gate of heaven as a call, with the saints coming as a slogan. The century-long construction began …

Nearly two hundred years. No matter how the royal power passed away, no matter how the war spread, people were building crazily. A brick, a tile, they were carefully sculpting it. If you looked up, you would see heaven looking down and hell looking down.

At that time, everyone who was involved in the project felt like they would ascend to heaven after death. They were consuming their own lives. All they had to do was look up at the huge, sacred painting on the roof and look around at the fine sculptures, and the lowliest workmen thought they were about to ascend to heaven. Naturally, he ignored the lowly corpses that starved to death due to the cold outside the construction site.

In two hundred years, hundreds of famous art masters, tens of thousands of workers, and countless money had been used up.

In a short period of time, voices of condemnation from both the Church and the people gradually surfaced, as did the voices of many underground groups.

The situation seemed to be on the verge of going out of control, and the Church seemed to have made a completely wrong decision.

The unknown situation continued until the day it was completed.

On that day, the Southern Monarch and the upper echelons of the Church who had come to this place and been invited to complete the ceremony were stunned.

The moment they stepped into the church, these distinguished visitors seemed to be left with nothing but the ability to look around with their mouths wide open.

The dissatisfaction in his heart vanished without a trace, instead, he felt extremely guilty... Guilty that they didn't personally participate in this great project, guilty that he just wanted to question the need of this church.

Every great man knows it from the beginning. Dozens of masters still lived here, still exploring their own techniques with sculptures, communicating their own genres with murals, while the giant ceiling of solitude glittered with masters' confident smiles as they looked down on new arrivals.

In the past two centuries, there had been four schools of painting and dozens of sculpting techniques … Naturally, they were fused together in harmony. If not for this opportunity, every master would have died peacefully … But their hopes and passions had been fully expressed to all the visitors, and they did not want to be ordinary.

After calming down a bit, the visitors also found tens of thousands of workers living on every flat floor, every perfect pillar, and every respectful gaze.

Late that night, the big men left the church. A joint statement was issued the next day.

St. Fry's Cathedral was completed yesterday.

It was 1110 meters long, 640 meters wide, 47 meters at the highest, 17 meters at the lowest, covering 700 thousand square meters. It took one hundred and eighty-two years and the actual number of people starting the construction was 300,000.

After field survey, there is no extravagance in this project.

As soon as this reputation was announced, millions of doubting citizens appeared, demanding proof and personal confirmation.

After that came many years of continuous visits by the local inspection teams, followed by many years of appearance of mass representatives. The Holy See had only sent a team of Paladin to maintain order and limit the number of people, while the others were enjoying watching.

As expected, the expedition team and the worshippers group became a group of pilgrims, and the Holy Plains were also included in the second phase of construction. A huge religious city was born.

In the center was the main church, which was surrounded by dozens of secondary churches. The outermost area was where pilgrims took a rest due to the extremely low fees and services, and the buildings were all built in the style of the ascetic.

The Holy Church's grand gamble finally produced a happy ending. The people no longer considered what this had to do with the Gate of Heaven. They only needed to make a pilgrimage to feel that they were closer to the Lord.

The gold coins in the Pilgrims' pockets were naturally donated, and the broken food and bamboo mats made from hard wood for the night's lodging seemed to be stained with a sacred scent. This was, of course, a test of faith by the Lord.

Under the strange religious atmosphere, there were very few people who were dissatisfied with the holy land for the past few hundred years.

As for donation? We could have built one or two more churches.

Right now, Riester was at a shabby resting area, wondering what was going on at the entrance …

"Sir, I'm sorry to ask." Riester called over a chunky middle-aged man who was dressed like a priest and was strolling back and forth.

"... What's the matter? " The fat priest frowned. What a poor boy.

"May I ask which side is the Church of the Southwest?" Riester asked happily. On the way, everyone ignored him, they just looked up like an idiot and said, "So holy … …" You should also go take a look. " He then swayed off into the distance.

"Oh, boy, are you going on a pilgrimage?" The fat priest saw that the kid was wearing a white robe. At first glance, he seemed to be a priest, but the fabric was rough and there was no holy emblem … It was obviously made by himself.

Riester, who didn't realize that he was already identified as a worshiper, asked foolishly, "A pilgrim? "No, no, I'm here for the test." Riester waved his hand in panic.

"What's the test? Do you want to be a priest? You can't just run over here... What are you doing as a priest? He first went home to change his clothes and put on proper clothes. After that, he asked the local priest if Patrolling Priest was nearby, then he … And then … In the end … You want to. You'll only be eligible to come here when all these are completed. Do you understand? "Luckily you met me, otherwise …" Riester interrupted the chattering for twenty minutes, as if he was going to continue talking about the good-hearted fat priest.

"Sorry, I was already preparing my Novice Priest. Teacher asked me to come over and test it out... " Riester explained helplessly. After gesticulating for a long time, the fat priest finally understood what was going on.

"Oh, oh... I'm sorry, it's a misunderstanding. However, why are you wearing this? "Then, verify your identity card." The fat priest was still looking at Riester doubtfully, because when he mentioned the identity token, the young man was completely shocked …

"The instructor did not give me an identity token …" Riester lowered his head. He already had a premonition.

"How is this possible!?" Before Patrolling Priest led his disciples, he would go to the church to receive a cloth bag with a Novice Priest robe and identity badge.

Riester's heart turned cold...

"We're following the ancient method this time."

The instructor's voice seemed to echo in his ears, the fluttering strips of cloth so dazzling.

"Excuse me... Can you make it up? " Riester asked while clenching his teeth.

"What you lost? "I remember that losing it means failure. How could I be so careless? Didn't the teacher clearly explain it to you?"

"It was blown up by the instructor … "I, I haven't seen what an identity card looks like yet …" No one would believe Riester's words. They thought that maybe, the next coach would be better. Father said that there was no other way …

Riester waited for a long time, but the fat priest didn't reply. He raised his head and saw a kind face.

"Your mentor... It can't be called Wyer, right? " The fat priest looked at Riester as if he was looking at a masochistic kitten.

Riester shook his head and replied, "That's right, my mentor is called Wyer. You, how did you know? "

"There's only one Patrolling Priest who can blow up his student identity card. Back then, when your senior heard Bishop ask him to go back and ask your mentor for it, he immediately threw himself onto Bishop and punched him … "

Riester's back was covered in cold sweat. He did have the impulse to give up on himself, but he wasn't going to beat up the bishop. However, if he was asked to get it from his mentor...

Riester trembled as he looked at the fat priest and nodded to himself. The bishop was definitely not as scary as the teachers.

"... Fortunately, it was only after a period of random fights, which allowed the local church to discover that your senior's strength far exceeds that of the average Novice Priest. Therefore, it was decided that an exception would not require an identity token to be tested. "So, do you understand?" After the fat priest finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the Novice Priest which had once again lit up in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Do I have any hope? Or. Should I find a bishop and beat him up? " Riester placed great enthusiasm on the hope that suddenly appeared. This passion that blazed like flames, and fear that he did not want to recall, was enough to make Riester attempt to attack a Arch-Cardinal that was admired by tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, to everyone's surprise, the fat priest was not surprised to hear such an outrageous speech. He even raised his eyebrows in disbelief and asked, "Do you have a way to beat up the bishop?"

"What do you think?" After saying that, Riester activated his Saint Force. Power of Light, Guardian of Light, and Endurance of Light, the three close to his body immediately exploded with a blinding silver light. Although he didn't know if he was strong enough, Riester was full of fighting spirit as soon as he heard that there was hope.

In a moment, the soaring Saint Force and dazzling silver light made Riester look extremely tall.

When he reached the entrance of the store, Riester turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His aura rose from his feet to his head. He looked so tall and imposing that it made people unable to look at him in the eyes, like a steel rod descending to the world.

Looking at Riester who looked like he was about to crush the bishop's imposing aura, the fat priest who was barely able to stay where he was muttered with glowing eyes, "Very good, very good … With your strength, dealing with that bitch is completely … " Halfway through his mumbling, the fat priest seemed to suddenly regain his senses. He looked up at Riester with a calm expression and said with a satisfied tone, "With your strength, there's no problem at all. Anyway, you can go to the Third Affiliated Church and ask them first. Remember, do it grandly, exaggeratedly! Remember, you must let the whole church know your strength! "Let go of me and beat him up."

After saying that, the fat priest who was forced to take another step back by Riester's awe-inspiring demeanor seemed to recall something.

"However, killing the bishop will be very troublesome. It's best if he is severely disabled and not die. That's why …"

Hearing the start of the warning, Riester already smiled as he stepped out of the door. He raised his right hand without looking back, clenched his fist and said, "Rest assured! As long as I have breath, I can save them all. "

When it came to healing, Riester recognized himself as one of the strong ones. Even his instructor who greeted him with a sneer praised his healing Divine Arts. Riester would praise the toughness of the human body every time he was able to survive these five years. It was truly … Normally, before Riester could finish lamenting, new wounds would appear again.

Over the past five years, with thousands and thousands of grievous injuries and tens of thousands of Bright Therapy, not only did Riester lose his normal sense of injury, he also managed to change his superb healing technique. Although there were no living corpses yet, there was no problem with the bones.

With a confident and hot smile, Riester looked at his hands and decided to take advantage of this opportunity.

Looking at the moving shoulders and neck of the young man walking further and further away, the fat priest leaned against the door and revealed an open smile.

Very few people knew that seven years ago, the unlucky bishop, who had been beaten to a pulp by Novice Priest, had not only not received any sympathy from the Church, but had instead been framed, punished for harming the reputation of the Church, and had also been sent to the nearby ascetic resting area to watch the door for ten years …

"What the hell! Why did I feel that he was stronger than high ranking Paladin?"

The fat priest mumbled to himself as he raised his hand to press his throbbing cheek.

"Fortunately, the glory of the Lord is still blessing me. I can actually do something even more powerful."

The fat priest lowered his hand, bowed his head, and made a cross in front of his chest with a relieved expression. Then, he immediately laughed sinisterly with his head raised: "Let's fight! Let's fight! Look at this guy who tried to steal my position, he has to watch the door for a few years, hahahahaha! "

Riester, who was striding towards the third church, muttered, "It's bigger, it's more exaggerated …" Not knowing these troublesome things, he was just seriously warming up, preparing for a magnificent opening.

He clenched his fists.