The Rise of the Cemetery

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The plane of Klein, the kingdom of Xilarg, the cathedral of the Temple of Dawn.

Although it was not yet dawn, the cathedral was already brightly lit and crowded.

Countless loyal believers of the Church of Morning Light poured out from the streets and alleys, gathered in the huge square in front of the cathedral, knelt devoutly on the ground and prayed loudly to the great God of Morning Light. Thousands of prayers of praise converged into a powerful torrent of faith, swirling around the statue of Lathander standing tall in the middle of the square.

Lathander, the God of Dawn, is represented as a young, robust golden-skinned human male, with a serene smile and amiable demeanor, dressed in the richest robes and a resplendent crown.

When the pious beliefs of many believers converge on the statue, a layer of crystal-clear aura visible to the naked eye has been cast around the statue, making it appear more benevolent and holy. As gentle and uplifting spiritual ripples caressed everyone present, the voices of the believers suddenly became high-pitched.

Some servants in the priest's robes of the Church of the God of Morning began to distribute holy water in the square. Countless believers gathered around them, loudly praising the greatness and benevolence of the God of Morning Light, allowing the priests to smear holy water on their foreheads and accept the morning baptism.

Inside the cathedral, countless clergymen in exquisite robes and many devout believers silently prayed to the great god in their hearts, gathering all their hearts together, immersed in a warm and peaceful sacred atmosphere .

Whether it is the ordinary believers in the square or the pious believers in the hall, or even some fanatics and ascetics, any trace of faith they gather at this moment will be shrouded by the invisible magic circle, and will be gradually transmitted bit by bit. On the holy mountain directly behind the main hall.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the cathedral, and any believers, servants of the gods or even priests are strictly prohibited from approaching. Because this is the sacred place of the god of morning light, and it is also the birthplace of miracles.

At this moment, there are as many as a hundred high-ranking priests and church knights, as well as some devout believers kneeling on a platform on a high holy mountain, waiting with bated breath for the miracle to come.

Around them, there are exquisite angel statues standing around the platform, interpreting their own different fairy tales.

Loud and clear hymns swirled on the holy mountain, and bursts of sacred light, like fog and waves, fell from the sky, washing the mortal dust in the world. Countless illusory flower petals rained down from the sky and fell on everyone, bringing them peace of mind.

The Pope of the Morning Light Church stood in front of the crowd with a solemn face, wearing a high crown, wearing a fine attire, and holding an exquisite scepter. At this moment, his wrinkled face faintly glowed with radiant sacred brilliance, and the mighty divine power of the morning light made his hunched body no longer thin. When he lowered his head and slowly scanned the crowd, his eyes were full of infinite power and No one in Weiyi dared to look at him.

For a moment, everyone was terrified.

You should know that among the people gathered here at this moment, the lowest personal ranks are all level 16, and most of them are at level 18 and 19, among them there are even level 20 holy rank knights. These people came from all over the world, men and women, old and young, including priests, bishops, and more excellent church knights recommended by certain churches.

These people seem to be all kinds of people, but they all have some common characteristics.

First, is the infinite devotion to the god of morning light.

This is a prerequisite and a necessary condition. Those who can set foot on the holy mountain must be members of the church with a clean net worth and have undergone strict scrutiny of their beliefs.

Secondly, these people all have a strong body, full of energy and enviable handsome appearance. At least in the secular world, their bodies are already perfect, and there are not many flaws and defects to be found on them.

Having gone through layers of selection, being able to stand out from tens of thousands of devout believers is enough to prove the excellence of everyone in the arena!

But even so, an indescribable pain and sorrow still flashed in the pope's eyes. But immediately, this strange emotion was covered by the awe and reverence for the gods in his heart.

"Pious believers of the God of Morning Light, I hereby announce with great solemnity that the land we live in is facing an irresistible disaster! Countless suffering people in dire straits need our rescue! You are all the best People of God, you are the bravest fighters, now we are gathered here, it is time to give everything for our faith! Praise the great God of morning light, and only bless the devout believers, so that their souls can bathe in the In the light of eternity and night."

The pope's words were short and powerful, but for believers who devoutly believed in the God of Morning Light, they were no less than the decree of God. It made people feel a sense of admiration, wishing to take out their hearts and lungs now, and let the high-ranking The gods of the world see their piety and determination.

The Pope glanced around, satisfied with everyone's reaction, and nodded imperceptibly.

The people in front of me are the solid background cultivated by the Church of Morning Light after thousands of years of hard work. Only by relying on them can the Church of Morning Light continue to spread the glory of the God of Morning Light in Klein Continent, allowing his kindness and warmth to shine on every god. on the people of the people.

As for the coming of the angels this time, it is related to the rise and fall of the Chenguang Church in the next few hundred years, so he can't help but be careless.

The body of the angel is ready, so the next moment is to communicate with the Kingdom of God, so that the great God of Morning Light will send down his servants to give strength to the development of the Church of Morning Light.

As the scepter in the pope's hand was raised high, the hymn that had gradually died down became louder again. The large and small prayer ceremonies held in countless temples and churches throughout the Kingdom of Xilarg have gathered the huge torrent of faith into an ocean of divine power, condensing it on the holy mountain.

Some magical little angels flapped their delicate wings, shuttled around the crowd, and sprinkled pieces of delicate flower petals on them. In the midst of the breath of divine power, the phantom of the kingdom of God where Losander, the God of Morning Light, began to appear in the sky, and the surging wave of divine power continuously washed everyone's bodies and minds.

Everyone's minds were calm and their spirits were uplifted, and the voices of prayer and praise became louder and louder.

Silently, a tall and magnificent door of light opened in front of everyone, and 100 phantom angels flew out neatly from inside. The faces of these angels are blurred, and their bodies are purely composed of spirit and pure holy light. There are wings on their backs, some are dim, a little bright, and some are already real.

"Let go of your hearts and get ready to welcome the arrival of the great servant of God! Your soul will be purified, and you will be bathed in the pure and great holy light forever..."

Under the guidance of the pope's high-pitched praise, everyone passed through the initial fear and bewilderment, and all chanted loudly the "Praise of Light" in praise of the God of Morning Light.

In the baptism of hymns over and over again, their hearts were gradually assimilated, they let go of their tight defenses, and no longer rejected the integration of strange spiritual power. As a result, the phantom of the angel slowly fell on them, gradually merging with them.

But the next moment, the chant was still going on, and the little angels were still chasing and playing in the arena, but the expressions of the crowd became very different from before.

Kneeling in the back row, the humble church knights couldn't bear the infusion of the powerful alien spirit at first, and each of them writhed and rolled with painful expressions. A female knight with an individual level of 18 was holding her throat tightly, her tongue sticking out so long.

It can be seen that the process of angels descending is also a process of "occupation". Due to the confinement of the consciousness of the plane, it is impossible for the gods to send the servants they created in the kingdom of God directly into the interior of the plane, so this kind of "angel descending" appears in front of them.

The perfect body that was born and bred in the plane and the angelic soul that only carried a little source of divine power, combined with the two, can smoothly bypass the shackles of the plane and create powerful descending angels one by one.

However, such a coming is also possible.

Of course, the number of angels is endless, but the human body that can accommodate their powerful strength is rare and precious. Moreover, the descent process is affected by various factors, so the success rate of the descent cannot be guaranteed.

If the descent fails, the angel soul imprint that has exhausted its source of divine power only needs to return to the Kingdom of God, and it will not cause any loss. But that failed body...

Finally, the extremely painful female knight couldn't survive the fusion of spirit and soul, and burst into bloody water all over the ground with a long and mournful howl. Since most of her body had already been attacked by divine power, the explosion was so thorough that not even a piece of bigger meat or bone residue could be found.

The explosion of the female knight's body seemed to cast a spell, and the next moment, the sound of flesh and blood bursting resounded throughout the audience.

After each burst of blood mist dissipates, the phantom of the angel that just merged will appear in place. Compared with before, these phantoms have become much dimmer, and some are even on the verge of disintegration.

The giant gate of light above the sky shoots out streams of holy light, leading these failed angel phantoms back to the kingdom of God.

Half an hour later, when the giant gate of light in the sky and the phantom of the Kingdom of God gradually receded, the advent ceremony was officially over.

Compared with before, there are less than 40 people left in the arena, but the soul breath of each of these remaining people is strong and concentrated, their physical strength has skyrocketed, and their bodies have also undergone tremendous changes.

The bodies of the three leading angels descended originally had holy ranks, so they unexpectedly transformed into two pairs of wings behind them out of thin air, while most of the other angels were just a pair of wings.

Now is the moment when the descending angels are at their weakest!

As long as they are given time to adapt to this body and transform it to be more suitable for their own driving, then these three angels can definitely become legendary existences in a short period of time. And the remaining angels, even if their original body level was no more than level 16, will smoothly become holy existences in the near future.

This also indicates that in a very short period of time, the Church of Morning Light will usher in 3 legends and 34 saints.

Such a powerful force is an indescribably huge supplement to any force in the Klein plane. At a time when the struggle on Clare's plane is in the ascendant and the situation is mysterious and unpredictable, the strategic value brought by this supplementary force is simply inestimable!