Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

Everyone could hear the huffing and puffing sound coming from Douglas's throat.

But, a daughter of God?

Does this title make you sure that Douglas is not crazy?

A group of people below were whispering to each other, and the chattering sounds continued one after another.

Even Rossweisse's face looked a little weird. She didn't expect that Douglas would actually arrange such an identity for herself. Was he deliberately saying this to make it easier for her to obtain the position of pope?

Seeing the reactions of the people below, Douglas sneered: "I know you all suspect that I am crazy. I know exactly what I am talking about. No matter how much you doubt me, it is fine, but the fact that Her Highness Rossweisse has the blood of the gods is unnecessary. Doubtful.”

After a brief pause, Douglas continued: "Saint Rose Phyllis, I think you are all familiar with this name, right?"

Everyone's expressions were even weirder. Of course, this name was familiar to her. She was a saint of Augustus's generation.

He was also the best and most talented member of the Holy See.

She is beautiful in appearance and stunning in talent.

At the age of eighteen, he broke through the eighty-level limit and became a great sage.

Not to mention the Holy See, even in the entire Sky Continent, except for Antia, the legendary Valkyrie who ruled the country thousands of years ago, there is no one better than Phyllis.

Nowadays, the so-called genius Nadia and others are not enough in front of Saint Phyllis.

Even the talent of the Holy Son Augustus of the same period was far different from that of Phyllis.

At the age of twenty-nine, he has already reached level 89. He is only one step away from crossing that boundary and becoming a level 90 master.

The most enviable thing is that Phyllis's strength has improved at an alarming rate. Unfortunately, Phyllis hardly practices well. She even hates practice. The time she spends practicing every week is less than the average of the Holy Vatican. Half of it is worth it, and most of the time is spent in contact with believers.

The period when Phyllis was active was also the period when the reputation of the Holy See was at its best. Phyllis was also called the most popular and gentle saint by many believers.

But such an outstanding saint, in her last year as a saint, after serving the gods for the last time, suddenly disappeared and never appeared again, becoming the biggest unsolved case of the Holy See in the past twenty years.

They have also heard some rumors, but it is difficult to tell whether they are true or not. Now looking at Douglas's intentions, is it possible that he knows the truth?

For a moment, everyone even forgot about the resentment of being threatened. All eyes were focused on Douglas, hoping that Douglas would continue speaking.

Douglas cleared his throat: "Don't you think Her Highness Rossweisse's name is very similar to Saint Rose Felice?"

Rossweisse's expression changed slightly.

"The truth that happened many years ago was shamelessly concealed by Augustus, the bastard."

"That year, Augustus and Saint Phyllis served the gods for the last time. During this service, the gods descended on the church."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

The gods are coming?

How can this be?

The gods you believe in rarely even issue oracles, let alone come to the world?

"I know it's hard for you to believe, but the old pope who was waiting outside the church door at that time, the head of the Holy Knights of the previous generation, the cardinals of the Heretic Trial, and a large number of older generation masters in the Holy See all felt that, Under pressure from another class, everyone knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.”

"What I said is correct. Kain, the two Archbishops Manson, and Deputy Captain Gabrielle Lane. You were outside the church at the time. You know better than me what it was like."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on these three veterans. The three of them looked solemn and silent, as if they had returned to that night again.

Judging from the faces of the three people, everyone else was basically convinced that Douglas was not lying.

It turns out that more than 20 years ago, a god really came to the world?

But why was this matter suppressed by the Holy See? Shouldn’t this be the greatest honor of the Holy See?

"We have no way of knowing which god came down, but it was definitely not the Goddess of Holy Light, because just after the church door opened the next day, Saint Phyllis became pregnant."

"Then, Saint Phyllis disappeared inexplicably."

"Within three years, the old pope died mysteriously. Augustus' power surged and he used despicable means to steal the papal throne."

"The older generation of priests who were kneeling outside the door are dead and missing. Kain and you three should be the only remaining members, right?"

"Perhaps it's because you were not strong and famous back then. The three of you were at the bottom of the queue outside the church. Augustus may have felt that you didn't know much, so you were lucky enough to survive. You Although the three of them have kept this secret deep in their hearts and told no one, they are still quite ostracized in the church, aren’t they?

"Kain, as the archbishop, you don't have much actual power in your hands. You can only be in charge of the choir."

Kain's face was a little gloomy, and his fingers clenched subconsciously.

"Gabreline, you are the oldest paladin in the Holy Knights. The position of leader of the Holy Knights should have been yours, but now you can only serve as the deputy leader."

There was also a hint of sullenness on Gabrielle's face.

"Archbishop Manson, although you were not in the Imperial City or the headquarters originally, you were the general person in charge of a kingdom branch, which is considered to have great power. But now you have been transferred to the Imperial City to hold a casual position."

The archbishop named Manson also frowned.

"It's a pity that Augustus didn't expect that my master's predecessor, the Cardinal of the Heresy Tribunal, would record these secrets and pass them on to me, allowing me to know all the truth."

"Just three years later, Augustus suddenly brought back a baby girl and served as her godfather, raising her within the Holy See."

"This baby girl is Rossweisse."

"He is also the child of Saint Phyllis."

"She has the blood of a god flowing through her body. Augustus, that damn bastard, actually dares to serve as the godfather of a god's daughter." Douglas' almost distorted voice echoed in everyone's ears: "Does this bastard think he is qualified? Are you on an equal footing with the gods?"

"This is blasphemy!"

The last sentence almost turned into a hoarse roar.

Rossweisse's face was pale. This was the first time she had heard of these things.

She always thought that she was an orphan without any relatives, but now she suddenly knew that she had a mother who was actually the most outstanding saint in the history of the Holy See.

His father is actually a god?

Could it be that it was precisely because he knew that he had the blood of gods flowing in his body that Douglas chose to always assist him?

If it weren't for this reason, how could Douglas, the second most powerful person in the Holy See, obey the words of a saint who is just a mascot?

The blood of the gods?

The blood of the gods?

The blood of the gods?

Rossweisse kept chanting these words in her heart, and the corners of her mouth kept trembling.

There is actually the blood of gods flowing in her body?

There was even more deathly silence below. None of these experts who came here because of threats did not expect that they would hear such a secret.

They did not completely believe what Douglas said. After all, it was all just Douglas talking to himself without any evidence.

But they had indeed heard some things about Saint Phyllis, and there were occasional rumors about the relationship between Rossweisse and Rosefyllis. In addition, Kain, Manson and Gabriellein, the three most senior clergymen, did not raise any questions, so they believed it in their hearts.

Moreover, these people are almost all old fools. They know very well that when they hear Douglas's words, it no longer matters whether they are the truth or not.

They have been forcibly tied to Rossweisse and Douglas's chariot. If it is true, then Augustus will never let his insiders go. And they didn't have the guts to stand in front of Augustus and ask whether this was true or not.

Moreover, Douglas and Rossweisse still have leverage in their hands, which means that no matter whether what Douglas said is true or false, it must be true.

Boom!

Just when there was silence all around, a thunder suddenly tore through the silence.

The sky above suddenly became gloomy and depressing, with thick dark clouds rolling in the sky.

There was lightning and thunder all around, and the cold wind was howling like an innocent ghost.

An invisible pressure suddenly spread around.

In this area, the people gathered were all powerful beings, but at this moment, almost everyone felt as if their hearts were being pressed up by a huge mountain.

The terrifying pressure left them unable to breathe, and their legs even continued to tremble.

Finally, a bishop's legs gave way and his body instantly knelt down.

And this was just the beginning. One after another, members knelt down on the ground, supporting the ground with their hands, even Douglas.

That is not pure power suppression, that is the oppression from the soul, that is the shock from a higher level of existence.

Whether it is a bishop, an archbishop, a deputy leader, even a great sage, a god of war, or a titled knight, they can only feel how insignificant they are in the face of this kind of power.

Their hearts were beating violently, as if they might explode at any time.

Their blood vessels bulged violently, as if they were about to burst.

Their souls seemed to be about to be crushed into crumbs.

In the face of that indescribable power, they had only one choice, and that was to surrender.

Their bodies were crawling on the ground like humble insects, their eyes widened and staring at the figure in the center with fear.

Rossweisse.

Scarlet light enveloped the saint's body.

As if bathing in a sea of ​​blood, the pure and holy woman actually had a touch of enchanting charm.

Scarlet light condensed above the head, like a crown.

Douglas's body was shaking with excitement. He couldn't control the impulse in his heart, opened his arms and howled: "Did you see it, gentlemen?"

"Her Royal Highness the Saint is the real Pope."

"It is destined, the supreme queen!"

"Augustus is nothing but a scumbag who usurped the papacy."

"We are not seeking power and usurping the throne, we are just helping the daughter of God to get back what belongs to her."

"When Augustus is put on trial and the daughter of God is returned to her original position, you... are the heroes who assisted the goddess. You will be rewarded by the gods, and you will have greater power and strength... …”

"Give your loyalty, God's most devout believers!"

"You will receive eternal life through God's gift!"

One by one, figures were lying on the ground, expressing their devout faith with trembling voices.

But, that figure bathed in blood light...

Is she a goddess or a witch?

…

Almost at the same time, on the other side, inside the brave man's palace.

Athena's room was filled with books and looked cluttered.

Those books are all about various ancient texts.

When she was in the Xuelian Mountains, before Athena burned down the secret room, she used a magic image to record the scenes in the secret room, especially the slate filled with various mysterious words.

After returning to the imperial city, Athena re-printed the words in the magic image and has been studying the words on this mysterious stone tablet these days.

This is not an easy task. Athena is also very knowledgeable, but even with Athena's talent, she can only barely identify that this should be Gulam script... a kind of script that has been lost for thousands of years. Word.

Although Athena found a large number of books on ancient texts from the library of the Earth Mother Goddess.

But to this day, less than one-tenth of the words on the stone slabs can only be discerned, and the meanings of some words can only be guessed.

Athena's green-white and slender fingers brushed over a few newly recognized words on the stone slab, and she murmured subconsciously:

"A loving? kind? father?"

Athena frowned. Could this be a tombstone or something like that? An inscription written by the children for their father?

At this moment, a disembodied voice, like a mysterious murmur, echoed in Athena's ears:

"My most beloved child..."

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Chapter 316 Athena longs for the cleansing of her master’s holy light (1)

On the old site of the Mother Earth Cult, dozens of figures were crawling on the ground, their bodies trembling under the terrifying pressure.

Their mouths screamed Queen and Loyalty.

The thick dark clouds in the sky, the thunderbolts tearing through the night sky, the rich blood light... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a true god.

But, does it matter whether he is righteous or not?