The goddess stood there quietly, staring at this world full of suffering, perhaps wondering how to make darkness silent forever.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit heavy, so heavy that the elf could not wield its wings behind it, landed on Wang Xiaofeng's shoulders, and turned into his own small staff.

The scroll in the old man Yat's hand was kept there, his face was still calm, and his eyes did not change much. It was like a stone sculpture, waiting for Wang Xiaofeng to make a knee-bending action to trigger the next procedure.

"The Lord Sui Feng," Bishop Randy was a little shocked at Wang Xiaofeng's 'Heaven and Earth Parents', but at this time he had to stand up and maintain the Pope's authority.

When he entered the local church since he was young, the Pope's authority penetrated into his heart. The old man holding the scepter of light is the representative of the goddess on earth, and every word and action is the goddess's care and persuasion for the world.

"The Pope is the spokesperson of the goddess on earth. If you don't respect the pope, you don't take the goddess seriously." The words are not harsh, "Don't kneel down quickly."

Wang Xiaofeng smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, but shook his head slightly at Bishop Randy. He also knew that Randy was protecting himself at this time, but he could only reject the good intentions of the old man.

Everyone has their own persistence, men should have their own bottom line, and dads should have their own principles. Kneel down at this time, the eyes of the three people in the audience may not represent anything, but Wang Xiaofeng cannot convince himself. This is the principle and bottom line.

"Xiaofeng..." Mentor Amy shook his head gently at him, and the meaning was self-evident.

In the minds of all believers and low-level clergy, the Pope is second only to the goddess. Few people know that the Pope is also one of the twelve saints, and few people know that the Pope is actually ranked at the top among saints, which is related to the fact that most saints cannot appear in the world.

Perhaps it is because the saints are just behind the Pope's throne in their hearts, and the eleven stone sculptures arranged in front of the statue of the goddess are just great existences that have passed away.

I have never heard of accepting the enthronement and appointment of the Pope, especially a seventh-rank priest who was granted the title. Does this count as a blatant provocation to the Pope's authority?

Old Man Yat said nothing, holding the scroll in his hand, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, waiting for the young man's movements. Wang Xiaofeng's chest was a little stuffy, and he no longer looked at Randy who was anxious and the beautiful mentor who frowned and thoughtful, and stayed like this old guy.

bite!

System prompt: My friend Xuanxuan initiated a voice invitation. Is it acceptable?

Wang Xiaofeng did not frown again, and at this time he jumped out to make trouble and refused. He was a little distracted and sent a busy private chat back, then gathered his attention again and stared at the old guy under the goddess statue.

At the west gate of Yufeng City, dozens of players with the title of Fengyu Mercenary Group gathered here. The leader was the Tiger Clan Shield War, and the leader of Fengyu was the temporary leader.

"This dead Wang Xiaofeng!" Xuanxuan stood beside her gritted her teeth, wishing she could eat her flesh and cause blood, braised, fried, peeled and steamed, "I dare not answer my voice! I want to kill him!"

"I saw him entering the church just now, there must be something urgent." Hu Wei comforted and muttered to Hu Biao, "Brother, we should be enough, no matter who the corpse of those bastards dares to guard!"

"Not enough," Hu Biao shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Go and gather the people who have not entered the battlefield and prepare to respond."

"Do you want the brothers on the battlefield to come back?" A archer turned around said with some concern, "Don't let the people from the Nine Heavens ambush."

"I'll ask charm first," he had a little difficulty in making decisions without Zi Yan's photo, "I don't know what's going on in her place."

The six mages led by Charming were guarded by corpses, and their souls were floating around, calculating the combat power of these people. The soul state can only last for half an hour. If they don’t choose to support the corpse for half an hour, they can only go back to the city to resurrection.

The only way to ask is to contact us via phone. The helmets used in the studio are all high-end products that can connect external communication equipment, except for a security guard who comes with their own equipment.

Soon, Hu Biao probably reached a consensus with Charming and developed a support strategy. Standing at the city gate, he shouted, and dozens of elites who had turned storms and left the West City Gate and rushed to the evil jungle with great momentum.

There is a high-end room in the hotel where five players gather. This room that can accommodate many people in one room is quite expensive.

"Brother, they are out." A player in charge of exchanging information to the outside world suddenly spoke, and accidentally broke the whispers in the room.

He nodded and let a charming female player gently knead him, but there was a sneer on his face. "Notify the Aozhe and the Youxiao and act according to the plan. Let the three groups keep a close eye on the bloody battle, especially the whereabouts of the wild old man."

"Yes." The player didn't dare to watch this absurd scene. After receiving the order, he sat with the other two people on their backs to their president and kept sending private chats. They decisively chose to ignore the sounds of the children's forbidden sounds coming from behind.

Although the three major guilds will not be as smooth as those on the battlefield, the players level of the Nine Heavens have not been pulled down, and there is not only one way or method of leveling up.

In the church, the four people under the statue of the goddess are still confronting each other.

The stalemate was a little longer, and the teacher Amy's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and Randy's face was already so dark that it was bitter. The only thing that had not changed was Wang Xiaofeng's straight figure standing and the raised arms of the old man Yat.

"Brother Suifeng..." The elf seemed to be unable to bear the long silence, and called out like a thief in Wang Xiaofeng's ear, but there was nothing to say.

Bishop Randy couldn't help but wonder whether he was old and could not keep up with the concepts and times of young people? "Prince Suifeng, your persistence seems to me to have no meaning in your opinion. The majesty of the Pope is not to be provoked. Even the princes of the empire and the queen of the elf kingdom must bow down when they meet the Pope."

"They are them," Wang Xiaofeng looked calm, but said something that seemed a bit harsh to the people, "I am me."

Old Man Yat suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that he had been in for a long time, "One of your persistence and inner pride will be the beginning of your path."

"I only persist, not pride." "Just move my knees a little," Bishop Randy did not give up, "We can understand your persistence in faith and your firmness in faith; but this unnecessary persistence is really unwise."

Wang Xiaofeng had a little helplessness on the corner of his mouth, but he was thinking about how to resolve the conflict that appeared in front of him. After all, it was just a difference in concepts and thoughts, and there was no conflict between the two sides.

"I remember reading a sentence from the praises of "The Light of Sata." After a slight pause, he looked at the three of them with a listening look and continued: "The God of Light came to our tribe, and she brought faith and strength, and we repay it with food and faith."

"The purity of faith and the purity of faith can allow us to obtain true redemption." The skill of a certain charlatan is increasing day by day, and he is in a position to go hand in hand with the Ninth Saint. "The meaningless persistence is not me, but you. Being shackled by these external frameworks, it is difficult to maintain the firmness of faith."

"With the wind," said the old man Yat's mouth for some reason, and the scroll in his hand slowly opened, reading the Pope's handwriting command in an old voice. "God said that light is eternal, and the faith of light needs your praise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll turned into some gold powder and rushed towards Wang Xiaofeng, wrapping him all over.

"From then you will become a servant of light, a service of the goddess. With devotion to faith, you will embark on the path of redemption of others and self-salvation."

bite!

System prompt: Congratulations to players on obtaining the seventh-grade priesthood and becoming a formal priest of the Holy See of Light, and the reputation of the Light Clan increased by 5,000 points.

Five thousand reputation points? A comrade was a little surprised, but he was not much surprised. Although he had a lot of reputation, it did not have a very direct effect at this time. For now, it was considered a comfort reward for himself.

The evil howling jungle, with dozens of figures suddenly entering, the howling became more and more miserable.

The soul wandering in the forest was the best scout for these people. There was no abnormal movement around. The enemy seemed to be the only one hundred "miscellaneous soldiers" by the forest.

The reason why it is called a miscellaneous soldier is mainly because of its level composition. From a level 24 little mage to a level 32 swordsman, these players in the Nine Heavens seem to be temporarily pieced together.

"Come?" Listening to the report of his thief, Ao Ran Jiuchongtian smiled a little smile on his lips, "Let your brothers prepare for the fight, wait a moment, don't let anyone go."
Chapter completed!