How To Die As Heavy As Mount Tai

When Lu Heng opened his eyes, he was a man in a Chinese costume lying on the ground. On the broad back of the man, a golden line of lions is alive. He lowered his head and placed his right hand on the left heart, posing a pious gesture.

From Lu Heng's point of view, only the thick brown hair of this person can be seen, but he has probably guessed who this person is. Surrey of the Bega Empire. In combination with his own state of holding the crown, even if he has not fully understood the memory, Lu Heng knows that this is the scene of the coronation in Surrey.

"God Lord gives you glory." Lu Heng buckled the crown on Surrey's head, and took the scepter held by the cardinal in the side, and taped on Surrey's left shoulder.

"The Light is with the Bekah Empire." Surrey lowered his upper body and kissed the Pope's upper.

Lu Heng had a gentle but high face, but his heart was uncomfortable. This world of theocracy, kissing the pope's upper, is regarded by everyone as an unparalleled glory.

It wouldn't be that Surrey later thought of this as a humiliation, so he killed the pope, and Lu Heng felt a little confused. The next procedure is long and boring. The seven cardinals began to read the eulogies of tens of thousands of syllables in unison. And Lu Heng, as a noble pope, just sit on the high and elegant high chair and watch it. This also gave him time to sort out the memory.

The time of this arrival is really an early accident. Surrey had just taken the throne, and at the moment the Pope was detained on charges of public execution, and there were still twenty years. The life span of this world is extended with the increase in the level of martial arts. The life expectancy of ordinary people is generally around seventy years old, and when they reach the Wusheng or Fasheng grade, the life expectancy can reach thousands.

The same is true of the practice of the gods. This appearance seems to be the pope of the young man in his early twenties. In fact, he is already over two hundred years old. Of course, the life expectancy of thousands of years, compared with the elves with thousands of years of life, or the dragons of tens of thousands of years of life, is nothing.

The long coronation ceremony finally came to an end, and Lu Heng got up and was ready to return to the place in the temple. Behind the cardinal, he carefully took Lu Long’s long cloak. Just about to take a step, he heard Surrey say behind him: "The Pope, please stay."

Lu Heng turned around, this is the first time I saw the appearance of this Surrey. His Majesty, Surrey, is a warrior who has cultivated vindictiveness and is said to have reached the rank of the Great Swordsman. The whole person stood there in a powerful position, with a strong body and a handsome face.

Seeing Lu Heng slightly nodded, Surrey continued: "Tonight's banquet in the palace, ask the Pope to come down."

The coronation ceremony was held in the temple of the imperial capital Lei Ming City. In fact, the Pope actually does not spend much time in the Holy See every year. Most of the time he is on a cruise in the mainland to broadcast the meaning of the Holy Light. When Surrey was enthroned, he happened to run into the teachings of the Pope in the Imperial Capital.

Where is the Pope's majesty, where the coronation ceremony takes place. The pope then handcuffed and summoned the five other cardinals, besides the two cardinals who were with them, to the city of Leiming to crown the ceremony.

The relationship between the Pope and the Empire and the Republic is ostensibly harmonious. After all, in the land of others, the temple is built, and the emperor or the Prime Minister needs support. Although Lu Heng felt that it was better to go back to the penance when attending the banquet, this face still had to be given to the emperor.

"I will attend after the evening class," Lu Heng said.

"The Pope is squatting, I look forward to your coming." Surrey stepped forward and made a slight sigh. "Listen to Lord Randall, you are in a high position and never leave a daily morning class. Your perseverance spirit. It is really a model for all of us."

After you sang a tribute to me, Lu Heng finally got rid of the sire of Surrey and returned to the temple. After bathing and changing into a uniform, Lu Heng went to the temple to pray.

The two cardinals, waiting outside the door of the temple, when the pope did the evening class, never let anyone be with him, this has become the norm.

In front of him is a statue of God with a high god. He holds a scepter, his eyes are half-baked, his curly long hair is scattered on his shoulders, and his face is full of sadness and sorrow.

Evening classes are a must-have thing for the fanatical bright believers. At the last glimpse of the day when the light is about to disappear into the world, the believer kneels in the most pious manner, thanks to the light that the **** has given to the mainland, and prays for the coming of the next day.

As the servant of the God of Light, the Lord of the disciples, Lu Heng should have kneel at the foot of the **** of light and kiss the face of the statue with the most humble gesture. Then he hit the forehead and sang a long hymn with gorgeous fancy pronunciation to start a day of evening classes.

At this moment, Lu Heng was only holding his hand in the wide sleeve of the robes, looking up at the statue of the **** of light. At the moment of seeing this **** of light, a lot of information poured into his mind.

Probably this physical instinct, Lu Heng muttered.

"My Lord."

This is not so much a communication between the Pope and the **** of light, but rather a question.

"Why does the light mean, the light and shadow will be born at the beginning of creation. If you have mercy on all beings, why are there people in the world who will have countless disputes, and all evils will be born. If the light is forever, why will my Lord fall?"

This is the biggest lie of the Pope, and the gods have fallen by centuries.

The gods have already collapsed.

Hundreds of years ago, a plague swept across the continent. Whether it is the human race or the elf or the evil heresy orc, all of them suddenly fall for no reason, and there is no medicine to cure. After the plague, the number of creatures on the mainland was cut by half.

At that time, the Pope of the Pope learned the truth in a **** that was descended by the Light God. The battle of the gods, the strange plague, is caused by the gods extracting the vitality of the believers to supplement the power. The final result of the war was the fall of the gods and the collapse of the gods.

Lu Heng closed his eyes and pulled out from this huge amount of information. After he turned to the idol, he printed the ring with the **** on a dent. The seemingly seamless statue opened a one-foot-wide opening, and Lu Heng reached in and touched it, then took out a thing.

Lu Heng’s hand was actually a statue. The soft facial contour, the slightly upturned corner of the eye, is clearly the statue of himself or the pope.

Above the mainland, after the light gods of every temple, there is such an institution. This is among the popes. In the past millennium, only the pope and the close-knit cardinal have known the secret.

The Light God has fallen, and there is no Holy Light given by the Light God, where the light power of the Pope and the disciples comes from. This is the pope who received the last **** before the death of the gods, and the godfather of Lu Heng, the bureau that was held to maintain the Pope.

Among the statues of light, put the statue that the pope carved with divine power. This will gather the power of faith when the believer prays. The Pope transforms the power of faith into the power of the Light, and then spreads it through the statue to believers.

This was one of the crimes that was later executed by José Belleglio VI: nicknamed the name of God, defrauding the power of the world.

After Lu Heng took the statue out, he put his hands on his chest and turned the power of faith collected by the temples into a light.

The inner city of Thunder Town, in the middle of the palace.

Today is the new emperor, and all the famous nobles of the Bega Empire are gathered in this banquet hall. Being able to attend this banquet is the highest glory of all nobles. It is said that the priest will also attend the banquet.

In a hidden corner of the hall, a beautiful blonde girl frequently looks at the main entrance of the hall. This girl seems to be in her teens, but her breath is quiet and soft.

"His Highness, His Majesty said that he would invite the Pope to come down and he will definitely do it. When will you lie to you?" The girl who was dressed as a woman was comforted.

"Although my brother said this, I am still very nervous. That is the pope of my most admired, if you can talk to him a few times this time."

This girl is the sister of the imperial emperor Sari, Princess Windsor. Princess Windsor is pure in mind, and she has practiced the power of light since childhood, as a fanatic of the Pope. The thing she wants most is to see the next step of the Pope. If I can get a few words from him, it would be better. However, she is only a trainee priest, and it is impossible to see the pope.

The banquet hall suddenly became quiet. The crowds gave up the middle road, and Princess Windsor saw it, knowing that the Pope had collapsed. She finally showed some appearances of a young girl, and the small step that lifted the skirt was rushing.

"His Royal Highness, be careful, don't fall." The maid chased and shouted. Although Princess Windsor only practiced the light of God, her physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. This maid can't catch up with her.

Lu Heng is chilling with Surrey, and suddenly he seems to have a movement behind him. He looked back and saw a girl in a Chinese costume sprinting and coming over.

The girl stopped in front of Lu Heng, half-headed her head and looked at Lu Heng with a sincere look.

"Windsor." Surrey saw his sister as if he was stunned and coughed softly.

"Ah, sorry." The Princess Windsor who responded quickly gave a salute, "The Father of the Pontifical."

Princess Windsor is a disciple to Lu Hengxing.

"The Light is with you." Lu Heng put his hand on the top of her head. This is the blessing gesture of the Pope's Father to the disciples.

Princess Windsor was blessed by the Pope and thrilled with a white face.

"This is my sister, Windsor. She is a faithful believer in the Pope. When she was eight years old, she was baptized. Now she is a trainee priest." Sari is good for Lu Heng.

The girl in front of her eyes is a soft force of the Holy Light. At first glance, she is a pure and honest person.

Lu Heng nodded, just to say a few words to this girl who admired the look, but saw the crowd suddenly panic.

The captain of the Guard rushed over in confusion: "Hey, Your Majesty! Dragon, is a dragon!"