Night, Luofan City, the capital of roses, a dark room in the rose garden.

There is no elemental crystal lamp in the dark room, but there is a sacred light like a flame, reflecting this small space like the kingdom of heaven.

The source of this holy light is a beautiful woman, and she is the church saint Jaerro who shows her true appearance.

Her face looked like an angel, wearing a simple white linen priest robe, and her soft robe showed charming female curves.

The two temperaments of holy and charm are perfectly integrated in this saint.

In front of her, a tall middle-aged man knelt on one knee, looking extremely pious.

This person is nothing else, he is the Grand Duke of Rose!

The proud and arrogant king of a country fell to his face before the red and white dress he once controlled under his crotch, which made people sigh.

The noble saint stretched out his white slender hand and gently pressed it on the head of the grand duke, and said gently: "Anas von Slovos, you have regained the glory of the Lord. Do you have any doubts about this?"

The grand duke raised his head and looked at the saint in front of him. He looked at her face deeply, then his eyes slid down her blonde hair, touching every gentle curve on her body, and finally lowered his head obsessively and sighed with satisfaction.

"In my heart, there is only the Lord's nobleness, no doubt, no hesitation, and I wish to strive for the Lord's cause for the rest of my life."

Jaerro whispered, "Then go and fight, the Lamb of the Lord."

With her words, a golden holy light penetrated into the Rose's body, forming an extremely solid holy light shield on the surface of his body.

Grand Duke Rose stood up and pulled over Yarro's slender hand that was almost transparent by the holy light with one hand, kissed it gently, with a smile on his face, exactly the same as before.

It took him a long time to put down his hands, stand up, and stretch out his hands. He was about to gently caress Yarro's brilliant and soft blonde hair as usual.

He said affectionately: "You are getting more and more beautiful."

Jarro took a step back and avoided the touch of the king on earth, his voice was slightly cold: "Anas. I am now the saint of the church, and my motto is chastity and dedication, and we should keep our distance."

Grand Duke Rose narrowed his eyes, his lips slightly raised, and he laughed: "In my eyes, you are the incarnation of the Lord. Your beautiful body is the glory of the Lord."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the dark room, regardless of Yarro's expression.

Outside the dark room is the lobby of the Rose Garden. At this time, the hall was filled with hundreds of mages in the Rose Capital.

These mages were anxious and uneasy, because the protagonist of this meeting was no longer a mage, but a mortal enemy of the mage, the church!

Grand Duke Rose walked up to the podium in the lobby, looked around the audience, cleared his throat, and began his speech.

"Dear mages who pursue truth, I, the master of the Principality of Rose, have followed in the footsteps of the Lord of the Holy Light."

He only said this sentence, and then smiled and looked at the mage in the audience.

After a few seconds of silence in the lobby, more than a dozen mages immediately stood up and left the venue silently.

Every wizard knows what this means. Since the Grand Duke decides to believe in religion and announces his faith in front of so many wizards, it means that this is not the matter of Grand Duke Rose alone, but represents the entire principality.

This defies the ideas of all mages.

The way is different, and we do not plan for each other.

They will not kill the regicide, but the grand duke cannot limit their freedom. Leaving is the best choice at this time.

This worked in the past, but it failed this time.

The advanced mages who walked out of the lobby were surprised to find that there were already a row of knights standing in the square outside the Rose Garden, with thousands of people.

These knights were all dressed in extremely exquisite armor, with golden holy light shining on them.

This is the Templar of the Church.

And at the forefront of these Templars, a pillar of holy power rose into the sky. Under the rich holy power, a brilliant figure of a knight appeared faintly.

From time to time, the heavenly war horse under the knight would gently stomp the horse's hooves a few times, but even such a slight movement was filled with powerful energy.

On the earth, circles of holy power light rippled with the horse's movements, looking like soft water waves, but wherever the light reached, the ground suddenly became as smooth as a mirror, and was actually flattened by the holy light.

This knight is Mirat, the first paladin of the church.

He looked at the mages who walked out of the Rose Garden and said nothing. The holy gun in his hand suddenly swept across, and a halo of holy power cut and flew out.

For the Paladin who blessed the powerful Holy Light Rune, the power of each strike carries the will of the Lord of the Holy Light.

It is precisely because the attacks carry the power of laws that they can compete with the sages.

Several mages hesitated for a moment and were immediately swept away by the halo, their bodies were ignited by the holy power, and they started to burn.

Their powerful souls were also burned by the holy power, emitting bursts of extreme painful mental fluctuations.

The wave spread from afar, and the ordinary people living near the Rose Garden immediately felt the same way and howled in pain with their heads in their arms.

Other mages wisely chose to retreat, but the next moment Mirat moved.

The war horses in the heavenly realm went back and forth in the square at a terrifying speed, shooting one by one, and in less than a second, the remaining high-level mages were silenced.

The entire battle showed an overwhelming advantage, and more than a dozen high-level mages did not make any effective resistance.

Under the terrifying holy power, their intermediate spells were ignored, and the higher spells had no time to release them.

In the lobby, the mages were shocked by these terrifying means, and a terrible silence appeared in the field.

Even the two masters were silent and looked at Grand Duke Rose in disbelief.

Seeing this result, Lord Rose smiled and continued, "From tonight, the Principality of Rose will be upgraded to the Holy Kingdom of Rose. In this kingdom, the position of the Lord of the Holy Light is supreme!"

His words were very clear. If the mage present wanted to leave here alive, he had to swear to believe in the Lord of the Holy Light.

The truth is rigorous, and the master pursues the truth.

For a mage, gods are the laws of personalization, and these personalities are forced by mortals.

Making them believe in this thing is an insult to their personality and distort their true hearts.

A teacher stood up in anger and said nothing. With a move of his hand, an ice spell stabbed the Rose Grand Duke.

Now that the matter has been broken, the two sides have completely broken up and there is nothing to say.

But this frost spell was intercepted by the Holy Light Shield that appeared on the Grand Duke, causing no damage.

Grand Duke Rose smiled and said, "Master Art, I am very sorry, my country cannot accept the regicide."

With his words, the figure of Paladin Mirat appeared at the door of the lobby.

He still rode on the war horse in heaven, dragging his spear behind, and stepped lightly at the horse's hooves, as if they were slowly and quickly.

Instead of seeing the lackey, Arte turned to Grand Duke Rose and said sadly: "Is this the principality that the Sage Eisente has worked hard to maintain? It's really disappointing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mirat's spear was sent, the tip of the gun pierced Art's eyebrows.

The spear was pulled back and brought out a clear and clear soul. This soul was scorched by the holy force on the spear, but did not let out a scream.

In recent centuries, this is the first victim of truth, the first division at the stake in the church.

Grand Duke Rose lowered his eyes and continued, "Is there anyone else to follow in the footsteps of Master Art?"

In the kingdom where the sage has been lost, no one can fight against the Paladin.

In Mirat's hands, no one can release high-level spells. Even if they are lucky, they cannot harm the Paladin at all, and of course they cannot save their lives.

Another teacher La Tingge stood up, and he quietly sorted out his robe, and then the elements on his body shook, and all the magical items on his body were declared scrapped.

After doing all this, he lowered his hands, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

Mirat's spear stabbed and pulled it back, burning the soul of a despicable god.

In the following time, no more mage stood up and the hall fell into terrible silence.

Half an hour later, mages walked out of the Rose Garden one after another. Each mage had a dark face, his eyes were dull, and his steps were staggering.

In this way, they finally surrendered, their dignity was trampled upon, and a chain of faith was forced to be imposed.

The night was very long. No one in the Rose Capital dared to go out, and they all hid at home, shivering.

On this night, the glorious holy light reflected the sky as bright as day, and it continued all night, announcing the return of the church. (This site...com your support is my greatest motivation.)
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