"I'm just curious. I'm curious about why Lord Gaitanbert, who can be recorded in the murals inside the church, looks like this. This is very inconsistent with the image I expected of you."

"Of course I am Gaetanbert."

"No, you are not. Strictly speaking, you have only inherited part of Gaitambert's memory. In this process, no one knows how many souls have joined it. Gaitambert's memory is even more here.

It’s like a heritage, like a tattoo symbol.”

Gaitanbert shouted filial piety: "I am Gaitanbert!"

"No one can withstand the erosion of time. Even gods will continue to fall in the changes of eras." A smile appeared on Karen's lips, "So, the higher-ups of the cult must also know that you are definitely not the original Gaitan Bolt and Gaitan Bolt."

Fenites, then what the higher-ups want is your memory."

"You talk too much."

Gaitambert raised his short sword, but instead of slashing at Karen, he slashed directly at Murry.

Karen raised his hand, and in an instant, chains of order appeared, wrapping Muri in them. Gaitambert's short knife slashed on the chains, causing a piercing soul scream.

"Who on earth are you?" Gaitambert looked at Karen in shock, "Who on earth are you!"

Karen licked his lips as he was thinking about how to obtain their memories without going through a contract.

In this case, even if their souls are not brought back, the senior officials will not consider it as malfeasance.

Can memories be broken down by eating them?

At this time, Gaitambert rushed over again, but this time his target was Karen.

The dagger fell.

"Bang!"

An old man wearing the robe of a temple elder appeared in front of Karen. The short knife fell on his shoulder, but it failed to damage it at all.

On the contrary, Gaitanbert himself, the terrifying soul power returned from the shock directly caused him to throw the short knife.

"Temple Elder?"

Gaitambert recognized the clothes on the old man's body.

"Are you the direct descendant of the temple elder? No, you shouldn't. Even if you are the direct descendant of the temple elder, you will not let him keep the blood essence in your body!"

Gaitanbert's question is indeed reasonable. The family of the temple elder can be protected by the Cult of Order, and the family can receive the blessing of Order for several generations. After becoming a priest of Order, the talent can be improved.

At the same time, it is an instinct of elders to support and cultivate outstanding children of the family. At their level, it is no longer called dedication, but called fun.

But no one would be willing to directly pass on the essence of their bloodline. This is the foundation.

Although many elders will say verbally, well, in their hearts they are really willing to hand over their lives to future generations, but the elders of the temple have a longer lifespan, and their views on future generations have actually changed a lot.

It feels like there are people with the same surname living in a small town. Everyone is less like a relative and more like a fellow villager.

Karen stretched out his hand and patted the non-existent ashes on Dis's shoulder. He knew that the old man in front of him was not Dis. He had no thinking ability and was just a concrete manifestation of his family's belief system.

In the same way, the Eyes of the Dark Moon, Poseidon Armor, etc. in one's own body do not have the ability to think. They are more like accessories on one's soul.

However, every time he sees his grandfather, Karen feels very kind.

"Grandpa, when you wake up in the future, please don't blame me for putting this divine robe on you. I know you think it is ugly, but I had no choice at the time."

Dis was able to enter the Gate of Order and become an official temple elder, but Dis refused to enter that place.

But now, because of his grandson, the family's belief system has evolved, and the divine robe has been added to his body.

Karen knew that this would definitely affect his grandfather himself, because he was the "ancestor" of this belief system.

I guess when grandpa wakes up in the future, he will be speechless. Why did he have so many extra things on his body after a long sleep?

But Karen was also forced. Under the pressure of the Throne of Order, everything would either be brought into order or be erased. It was impossible for Karen to choose to erase the family belief system left to her by her grandfather.

"I'm asking you, who are you?"

Karen didn't answer Gaitanbert, but spread his hand. The short knife that fell and then floated there was caught by Karen.

At the same time, Karen deliberately put away the chain of order that had previously been covered with Muri for protection.

Lying there, Mu Li saw the scene around him.

Gaitanbert said: "You can't take that knife!"

Everything here is not a real tangible existence, but a pseudo-concrete expression of symbolic existence.

This short sword and that shield, this set of existence, is the blood inheritance of the "Benda family". Because of it, the Benda family can produce order warriors from generation to generation and become the captain of the escort team of the great priests of the past generations.

Sure enough, when the short knife came close to Karen's hand, it gave out a clear sign of resistance, and even launched an attack on Karen, trying to cut Karen's soul.

Several rays of light emitted from the dagger, slashing at Karen, but they were all blocked by Dis' figure.

"hehe."

"Hehe...hahaha..."

Gaitanbert laughed first, but then he found Muri lying there and also laughed.

Muri's smile is full of absurdity and self-deprecation.

What was supposed to be his closest bloodline inheritance fell into the hands of intruders and attacked him, and then attacked his friends who came to help him.

This "inheritance" dealt a huge blow to Muri.

His loyalty to the religion, his belief in the God of Order, and his love for his family, these three pillars that supported his entire life, all collapsed at this time.

Karen didn't feel any surprise that he failed to pick up the short knife. Gaitambert had the "ancestral" aura, so he picked it up.

What is this?

Under the belief system, what the ancestor gave you can also be taken away.

What has God given you?

Is this the grace and protection from God and the ancestors, or are they spreading the seeds to future generations, and when they sprout and grow, they can come and pick the fruits at any time?

Therefore, Dis has always resisted condensing his godhead. Is it because he doesn’t want to achieve results for others?

Can this situation be changed?

Karen couldn't help but think of his own experience of divine enlightenment, and then he thought of his recent experience under the Throne of Order.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind, and now was a good opportunity to try it out.

Karen said: "Muri, can I trust you?"

Murry immediately replied: "Of course!"

"You said that when I establish the Whip of Order team in the future, you will join in. When the time comes, will you offer your loyalty to me as the captain?"

"certainly!"

"Will you continue to believe in order?"

"I..." Mu Li hesitated and remained silent.

"It's order, not God, nor family, but the doctrine of order that you've seen. Are you willing to always lead yourself forward and restrain your behavior according to the requirements of the orderer?"

"I...will!"

"good."

A chain of order appeared under Karen's feet and rolled towards the short knife.

If what Muri said before was false, and his loyalty and trust in himself were false, then his chain would not be able to capture the dagger.

"Kacha!"

The chain successfully wrapped the dagger, which confirmed that Muri's previous oath was sincere and sincere.

Karen raised his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Order - Purification!"

The strong power of order entered the dagger through the chain, and at the same time, Muri felt a black vortex appear on his chest.

Karen put down his hand and retracted the chain. The dagger seemed to have just been polished and became brand new, and the original order runes on it became clearer and brighter at this time.

"Buzz!"

The short knife flew towards Mu Li, instantly cutting through the shackles made of bristles on Mu Li's feet. Mu Li was able to get up, stretched out his hand, and the short knife sank into his hand.

When he took the knife, he felt an extremely strong sense of closeness, as if until now, it truly belonged to him and only him!

Muri turned around in shock, looked at Karen, and asked:

"What...did you do?"

Karen smiled and said: "As you can see, it's just purification."

"You just... purified it?"

"Well, I saw it was dirty, so I washed it for you."

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

Gaitanbert, who tried calling for the dagger again but received no response, suddenly realized something and let out a horrified cry:
Chapter completed!