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The dense clouds covered the silver moon, and only a dim halo was reflected in the sky.

The faint moonlight couldn't even outline the shadows, and in the pitch-black Yulong City, only sporadic firelights could be used to decorate it.

The only exception was the northernmost end of Yulong City, where a strange golden light descended from the sky, opening up the dark night.

That is the direction of the Holy Mountain, and it is also where the Holy Light Cathedral, the holy place of the Radiance Church, is located.

This pillar of holy light, which is immortal day and night, is like an eternal beacon, illuminating hope and direction for people who are lost in the deep darkness.

So tonight, so every night.

Amidst the crisp sound of hoofs, a four-wheeled carriage pulled by three tall horses slowly drove towards the Cathedral of Holy Light.

The guards on duty at night not only did not stop the carriage, but instead stood with their heads held high and lined up to greet the distinguished guests.

Those who are qualified to ride on a four-wheeled carriage to the top of the holy mountain must be a distinguished person.

In the center of the side wall of the carriage, there is a decoration of Jingshi Feiyan. Obviously, the visitor must be a core member of the imperial family.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the steps of the Cathedral of the Holy Light, and a knight with a sword jumped from the open seat behind the carriage, ignoring the church guard who stepped forward to inquire, holding a crystal lamp in one hand, and placing the golden pedal on the carriage in the other. door.

Immediately, the door opened, and a tall, slender woman stepped out of the carriage. She was wearing a slightly plain prayer uniform, but her beautiful face still made the church guards stunned, but they didn't dare to look at it, and hurriedly bowed her head and stood at attention.

"Your Highness the Queen!"

Queen Midella nodded slightly in greeting, then climbed the steps and walked towards the church. The unique rhythm of each step highlighted her peerless temperament. Under the reflection of the holy light that fell from the sky, she even wore A touch of holiness.

The prayer hall of the church is extremely tall. Dozens of limestone pillars support the 24-meter-high dome, giving people a feeling of being very small. Coupled with the four huge statues of angels holding swords, it is even more awe-inspiring. .

The dome of the prayer hall is made of special crystals, and the holy light that does not die day and night passes through the dome, so that everything in the hall is plated with a layer of gold, showing a more sacred and solemn taste.

Queen Midella stood before the statue of the Lord of Radiance,

Put your hands together and pray silently.

Rumorous chants echoed in the prayer hall, as if someone was singing hymns, and it seemed like an echo from the kingdom of heaven.

Tranquility, yet soothing power fills the air.

After an unknown period of time, Queen Midella ended her prayers and looked up at the holy light that seemed to lead to the kingdom of heaven. A hint of mockery appeared on her face.

"Are you really listening?" Midella asked in a mosquito-like voice.

The Holy Light was still as dazzling as ever, as if nothing had changed due to the Queen's disrespectful questioning.

The sarcasm on Queen Midella's face seemed to be even stronger: "Or as he said, you are already dead!"

Still no response.

Queen Midella shook her head and seemed to lose her patience.

She turned around slowly, and saw a bald and eyebrowless old priest standing behind her.

I just don't know how long he stood there and whether he heard what the queen said just now.

The purple priest's robe he wears shows his noble status - the Pope.

The priest's robes in the Church of Radiance can be white, gray, or black, and these colors can be worn by archbishops to ordinary priests, but there are two special colors they can't wear, red and purple.

The red priest's robe is worn by three cardinals, who are the three most noble in the church except the pope. They are also called cardinals because of the color of the priest's robe.

And the purple priest robe, only the Pope himself can wear.

"Good evening, Your Majesty Gregory." Queen Midella didn't panic at all, as if she didn't care whether her self-talk just now was heard by the Pope.

"Good evening, Her Royal Highness."

Pope Gregory's face is kind, and he smiles with a natural affinity, as if all the suffering in the world can be resolved in his smile.

"Is your majesty better?"

Queen Midella sighed, a look of worry appeared on her delicate face, and shook her head: "Not yet, I woke up this morning for a while, but soon fell asleep again."

The smile on Pope Gregory's face also faded, and he seemed surprised: "Did Turnance also make His Majesty's condition improve?"

Queen Midella looked sad: "Cardinal Tournance has not been able to find the cause of His Majesty, so... I'm afraid it's a little tricky."

Pope Gregory sighed and comforted: "Then I will go to the Phoenix Palace in person tomorrow. The Lord of Glory will not give up his devout shepherd, please relax."

Queen Midella hurriedly bowed to thank her, and then left.

Seeing the graceful figure of the Queen disappearing at the entrance of the prayer hall, the Pope looked up at the holy light that fell from the sky, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Not long after, a waiter walked quickly to Pope Gregory's side and reported softly:

"Your Majesty, Archbishop Adjani is back."

Pope Gregory raised his brows, thought for a while and said, "Let her wait for me in the confession room on the bottom floor of the side hall."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Pope Gregory came to stand in front of the statue of the Lord of Glory, also put his hands together, bowed his head and prayed, perhaps praying for the emperor who was suddenly seriously ill.

After the prayer, Pope Gregory left the prayer hall, walked through the promenade, and followed the spiral staircase to the bottom of the cathedral.

On the front is a smooth stone wall with a huge oak door.

Pope Gregory pushed open the door and entered. The interior was simply furnished, with only a table and two chairs. On the table was a copy of the Holy Book of Radiance and a row of silver candlesticks.

In the soft candlelight, Adjani, who was wearing a white robe, immediately stood up and bowed to the Pope.

Gregory still had a sympathetic smile on his face, but what he said was not polite: "You let me down!"

Adjani trembled in her heart and defended: "Your Majesty, there are too many incidents in the north, and I can't..."

"Am I asking for an excuse?" Gregory interrupted.

Adjani closed her mouth immediately, seemed to realize something, and asked softly in a slightly trembling tone, "Are you going to punish me?"

"Anyone who is wrong should be punished!"

Hearing this, Adjani's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her watery peach blossom eyes were instantly filled with fear.

But under Gregory's staring gaze, she silently turned around, knelt on the ground, folded her arms and closed her eyes, waiting for the imminent "punishment".

At some point in Gregory's hand, there was an extra long whip, and the whip was covered with thorn-like protrusions, and even a strong smell of blood could be smelled.

Snapped!

The long whip struck Adjani's back, leaving a bloody whip mark.

A suppressed cry of pain came out of Adjani's mouth, her body trembling like a fragile flower in a storm.

There was a contented smile on Gregory's face, but he didn't stop swinging the whip.

clap clap clap!

The long whip fell like a torrential rain, tearing the mage robe behind Adjani to shreds, and bloody whip marks continued to emerge, forming a shocking contrast with the flawless white skin, with a sad and cruel beauty.

Adjani couldn't help but let out bursts of painful sheng and groan.

And this ecstasy sound made the perpetrator even more excited.

The smile on Gregory's face grew brighter, and there was a perverted light in his eyes, as if he had obtained great satisfaction from the abuse of a delicate girl.

This kind of domination suppresses the satisfaction of beauties, which is very similar to, or even better than, sexual desire.

Generally, pastors of the Glory Church are not restrained, and getting married and having children does not prevent them from serving the Glory Lord.

But if the priest is to have high aspirations and delusions that he will one day ascend to the top of the holy mountain and wear the crown of thorns to become pope, then he must maintain a pure body.

The reason is very simple. It is said that the Church of Glory has an artifact that can communicate with the kingdom of heaven-the golden horn, which has been in charge of the popes.

But in order to sound the golden trumpet, the person must dedicate himself to the Lord of Glory, and must not contaminate the affairs of men and women.

Therefore, there are not a few ascetic monks in the church, and Gregory, who can ascend to the position of the Pope, is of course even more so.

Beauty and power, Gregory certainly knew which one to choose.

But as long as it is a human being, there will always be desires and hopes that need to be resolved.

I just didn't expect Gregory's solution to be so perverted and cruel.

After a long time, Gregory finally finished venting.

At this time, Adjani was already lying on the ground limply, panting hard, her entire back was covered with ferocious and staggered welts, dripping with blood, which was horrible to watch.

Gregory threw away the whip, took out a delicate vial, and dropped the holy water from the bottle onto Adjani's back.

Adjani's body was trembling and twitching, obviously the process was not pleasant either.

"God has mercy on the world, the Lord heals all sentient beings!"

Gregory performed a healing technique on Adjani, putting on a sympathetic smile on his face again, and in an instant he returned to the sanctimonious Pope.

I have to say that the healing technique that the Pope himself performed was really powerful. With the holy water, the scars on Adjani's back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared after a while.

Adjani finally got up and slowly sat up from the ground.

Her mage robe had long since been torn apart from the flogging just now, and it fell down completely at this time, revealing her infinitely beautiful upper body.

And Adjani didn't hide it, and she didn't know whether it was because she didn't dare, or she was deliberately provoking the man in front of her.

Gregory looked away like an electric shock, as if he was afraid that if he looked at him a few more times, he would not be able to control himself and ruin most of the results of his penance.

Adjani seemed to have seen this scene, and lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, like disdain, but also like the joy of revenge.

Gregory coughed a few times and ordered: "Vera Saint Hilde will arrive at Yulong City in a short time. At this time, there are no leaders in the northern realm. You should rush back to Winter City immediately and see if you can take advantage of the opportunity. Win some lords."

"Yes." Adjani replied obediently.

Gregory took one last greedy look at Adjani's delicate curves before turning around and pushing the door out.

The confession room was quiet again.

Adjani stood there for a while, then picked up the bloody long whip from the ground and looked at it carefully, as if to see some mystery in it.

After a while, she pressed the whip to her chest, letting the blood on it wet her tender skin again.

Her hands slowly tightened, the barbs on the long whip pierced into her chest, and blood oozes out again.

Adjani snorted softly, feeling some pain.

But then, her frowning brows slowly stretched out, and a look of enjoyment appeared on her face.

Lifting her head, Adjani's deep eyes seemed to pass through the layers of obstacles and ascended to the sky along the holy light.

"The omnipotent radiant lord, the lost lamb needs guidance, please listen to her confession..."

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