Demon Sage

At 5:00 am, three hours before the start of ceremony.

Julia lay on her side on the bedding, and despite being mentally exhausted, she did not follow her body’s will to sleep, but forced herself to stay awake at all times, occasionally using the Clock Meditation Method that Donald taught her to recover. Mind, think about the situation you may face next and how to get out of the current predicament.

She watched Donald and several others imprisoned in the Inquisition. This time, no one stood in front of her to protect her from the wind and rain. It was her turn to be on her own.

But she’s not entirely alone.

Because of the dual limitations of innate talent and spirit strength, the connection between the ghost servant who was conquered in the plague ruins and her has been broken, but there is another ghost that is different.

The bedside table shrouded in moonlight casts shadows on the ground, and a wisp of grey mist winds up, past the shackles of the divide technique on Julia’s wrist, forming a row on the palm of her open hand Then a row of text.

“I see…”

After a long time, Julia opened her mouth and expressed her meaning with her lips. Hidden in the shadows.

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Dang~dang~dang~

The melodious bell rang from the temple of justice, crossed the square in front of the temple, and shocked a crowd of white pigeons, and then spread to the whole of La Pagadde.

This is the morning bell, every day, but today is obviously different.

Because after the three bells, the sound of the horn came out, not the entertainment horn that emits a high-pitched and sharp sound used in celebrations, but it is somewhat biased to be played during battles on the battlefield. A low but powerful war horn.

Of course, this isn’t calling the citizens of Lapagad to fight whom, it’s just the trumpet sound that is used to inform the Temple of Justice.

It tells all the inhabitants of Lapagad.

At this moment, please stop your work as much as possible, look in the direction of the Temple of Justice, and pray sincerely.

ceremony is about to begin.

So the residents of the entire Lapagad spontaneously walked out of their residences, holding the scriptures of justice sect in their left hand and two different props in their right hand.

A palm-sized white Warhammer or an equivalent-sized brass balance.

The former stands for justice and the latter stands for fairness and lawfulness.

At this moment, over the area where Lapagad was located, clouds slowly gathered together. At first it looked like they were just wandering aimlessly, and then someone discovered that these clouds had a purpose. Sex converges on the top of their heads.

“Divine Vestige!”

At first, one person said, then hundreds, thousands of people shouted, and then the whole city fell into some kind of excitement in the ocean.

It’s very similar to that afternoon in Comoore.

The door of the Temple of Justice slowly opened, and an old man in a plain gray shirt walked barefooted from the corridor outside.

There are believers in the righteous sect standing along the way. Every time the old man passes, if the believers in that place are Knight, they will raise the Warhammer, which faintly emits rays of light, to pray loudly. If the believer is a priest, he will place the brass scale on his chest, open the canon with the other hand, and recite any of the verses above.

The old man stood still outside the gate.

At this time, the body of some Kanda is slowly but firmly re-rightened, he is like a boulder on the edge of a deep pool, outsiders are always surprised by the deep and unmeasurable of deep water. Ignore the boulder, but when the boulder really falls into the deep pool, people will discover his true power!

Walking into the hall of the Temple of Justice, walking to the center, there are more than a dozen people holding velvet linings in their hands, and hand-embroidered red blankets on the outside. , there are pure white Warhammers that are just placed there, still releasing dazzling rays of light, and dark gold balances that feel like they have undergone an invisible torture at first glance…

Someone put a high crown on the old man.

Someone dressed the old man in a simple yet complicated robe.

……

When everything is ready, the moment the old man steps out again, the imposing manner starts!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone around him, he is no longer the simple and amiable old man, but the supreme person of the justice sector for nearly 30 years, the Pope of Justice – Mathil. Harris!

His back is infinitely tall!

The ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner, with the Pope walking in front, and other clerics in the Temple of Justice following him in a long line on the left and right sides according to their status, before reaching the statue of the God of Justice in the center of the square. It spread out again, forming a circle around it.

“Justice lasts forever.”

Standing in front of the statue, the Pope made a prayer gesture dedicated to the justice sect with his hand on his chest and whispered to himself.

The next second, including the Pope, all the clergy of the Temple of Justice began to sing a passionate chant, which is the first day of each month, the justice sect held a ceremony called the Vision of Justice chant sung during the ceremony.

The sound quickly spread, and all the believers in Lapagad, from top to bottom, began to join the team of chants.

So people soon found that the Warhammer in their hands began to emit white light at the same time.

For these ordinary believers who have almost never been exposed to such events, this is already a Divine Vestige that can conquer their hearts and infinitely strengthen their faith.

But it was far from the end, soon the impassioned chants turned into muffled hymns, and this was the 13th day of each month, the day named as the day of the handicap required a ceremony hymn sung.

At this time, an image of an iron glove shining with a burning blood-red aura appeared in the sky above Lapagad.

This scene was seen by everyone, and the frenzied atmosphere rose again and again.

On the square outside the Temple of Justice, the Pope took a portrait from the side, with a pair of weeping eyes on it. The ceremony rules, put it in front of you for a few seconds, and then let go.

The portrait that should have fallen to the ground stagnated in front of the Pope, and then gradually lifted into the air until it reached a position where all believers in La Pagadden could see the battle.

There was a fire in the corner of the self-portrait, and then a gust of wind swept over Lapagad, the clouds that had gathered were blending, and finally formed a picture of almost all the believers of the righteous sect. All very familiar faces.

“God, watching us~~~”

The thought involuntarily raised in everyone’s heart.

The Pope took a step back, moved out of the way, and immediately opened a gap in the Knight team behind him, allowing Julia and Tiffany to enter the ceremony.

The next step is the most crucial step.

The shackles are untied, innate talent and spirit strength are freed,

Julia’s hands continue to forge the special seals she has learned in Demingham, and the seals on her body are untied. , to release Holy Son’s soul from within.

Tiffany Garcia launched her innate talent, spread her hands, and a body that was still only a baby appeared from her arms.

Above the clouds, the real Supreme Existence watched this scene, and the figure suddenly blurred, turning into a dazzling streamer and falling from the sky.

Millions of miles away, in the castle of the Ryan Empire’s capital.

The expressions of several astrologers were sluggish, and there seemed to be thousands of starlights in their eyes, and they suddenly woke up after a while.

Someone disregarded the image and left the chair and ran away…