Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3741 Golden Cup Heroic Spirit

Except for those clergymen who were out on special missions, all those who could find time to come back from the Golden Cathedral had been urgently recalled by Alan Grande.

The occupational distribution of the clergy of the Golden Cathedral is currently mainly Paladins and Blue Fist Holy Envoys, with a very small number of other occupations.

Their armor and robes were all neat and clean, mainly gold and silver in style, with some bright sky blue, and cross patterns embroidered and printed on the chest and shoulders. Everyone looked refreshed and full of energy, with an excited and high-spirited temperament.

After all, one thing cannot be denied, that is, although the doctrines of the Golden Cathedral and the Great Cathedral are different in some aspects, their faith in God is consistent and fanatical, and only the devout can receive God's revelation.

Hiat held his chin with one hand, tilted his head slightly and looked at the venue of the Golden Cathedral, and said, "It's so gorgeous. The most elite Royal Knights of the Empire are no better than this. I heard from Yue Na that some small bishops in remote areas washed their uniforms until they turned white and patched them up, but they were reluctant to buy new ones."

All believers who become clergy will receive a corresponding uniform for free. If there is irreparable damage, they can apply for a new clergy uniform. Depending on the specific circumstances, it will be determined whether to replace it for free or pay the cost.

It's not that the clergy in small places are so poor that they don't even have money to change their clothes, but they believe that the donated money is precious and has more uses.

Even if one masters the sophisticated reimbursement method and is able to apply for a free replacement, the money spent in the end is still the funds of the Holy Order, so as long as the uniform can still be worn, one can make do with it.

The uniform of the priest Tidus Bayona was black, which looked out of place in the splendor of the golden cathedral. He had a neat short hair and a very sturdy physique. He stood in the field like a black iron tower, with a stern face and sharp eyes scanning everyone present one by one.

The ceremony of returning the holy relics was of great significance, and some blind people might deliberately sabotage it. As the agent of God's punishment and God's Holy Fist, he had to promptly discover and prevent any unexpected situations from happening.

Tidus stayed in the branch cathedral briefly after the Second Dark Crusade. The affiliated Heretic Inquisitor and the Blue Fist Saint had the same philosophy and were the power of God's punishment. The branch cathedral was very suitable for him.

Later, Hendris Grand extended an invitation, saying that the branch cathedral already had the power of punishment, and if your Blue Fist Saint was there, there would be some overlap in functions. The Golden Cathedral is located in the capital of the empire, and it is the brain and the most important thing. It just so happens that it also needs a power of punishment to protect the glory of God.

So TEDA accepted the invitation and came to the Golden Cathedral.

Hiat casually glanced at the ceremony site. The number of nobles who came to participate was quite large. More than a dozen of them were present in person, and many nobles sent their trusted representatives to express their sincerity.

After all, no one can resist the concepts of "life and light".

The more status and wealth a person has, the more he values ​​life and fears death.

However, the scene lacked those truly powerful nobles, such as the Duke of Conard, the Duke of Carnold, the Marquis of Claude Will, the Marquis of Graus and other super-powerful people of the empire. No one came, not even their confidants were sent.

The highest-ranking earl was Hannah's father, a white-haired, resolute-faced earl. He had suffered terrible injuries on the battlefield, and the most skilled doctors had declared that he would not survive. However, he miraculously recovered. He believed that this was God's mercy, and from then on he became a devout believer.

The first princess Celia did come, but everyone knew that she was just a participant and did not bring any royal intentions.

"It's almost time, let's get started." Qianying looked up at the sky, his "real body" sunglasses perched on his slender nose.

The weather in Vetalon today was cloudless, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the gold-plated paint of the Golden Cathedral was particularly dazzling, so Qianying's sunglasses today not only did not seem abrupt, but were very suitable.

Some people rubbed their eyes, regretting why they forgot to wear sunglasses. The glare of the Golden Cathedral has always been a big problem.

The short-tailed hound "Jie" raised by Qianying had a long red silk tied around its neck. His body was shiny and smooth, and he looked very energetic. He was squatting quietly beside her.

Jie is a mutant creature that walked out of the Bilmark Experimental Field. Although its size is far smaller than those ferocious fighting dog breeds, even lions and tigers, including magical beasts and ogres, are no match for it.

Many nobles coveted Jie's swiftness and wanted to buy it at a high price. However, Marquis Claude Weir treasured Jie very much and took it with him almost everywhere he went. He always stole the show when he went out hunting and on missions.

So the nobles started to think about it again, they wanted the descendants of Jie, and they offered a staggering price to get Jie's puppies.

At the same time, in the Golden Cathedral, where the holy relics were stored, Alan Grande's handsome face was almost distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the golden cup.

In ancient times, although there were no clergymen in Arad, there were angels walking frequently on the earth, including the angel of light Agamemnon, the guardian angel Everas, and the unknown angel of ice...

Some of them are blessings bestowed on those who pursue beauty, fulfilling God's will and acting on God's behalf, while others have caused continuous disasters, polluted their purest angelic identities, and thus fallen.

The talented people in ancient times coveted the powerful forces of angels, and then created mysterious secret methods to try to hide from God's gaze and seek the source of angels' power and status.

In his hand, Alan Grande held an ancient book with a glossy, rough texture and mysterious symbols floating on the pages. His knuckles turned white from clenching his fingers so tightly.

He has mastered this secret technique, and there is about a 50% to 60% chance that he can steal the power and status of the guardian angel Everas.

"Forget it, this is my destiny. I always lack the strongest courage." Alan Grande smiled stiffly, slowly loosened his fingers, dropped the ancient book, and a cluster of pure white holy flames burned, burning the book clean without leaving any ash.

He gave up. It was too risky. He was not sure whether the book's description of "being able to hide from God's eyes" was true. Moreover, the probability of success was only 50% to 60%. It was not worth sacrificing the Grande family's wealth for it.

He took a few deep breaths, then had someone bring out a pure gold tray, placed the golden cup on it, and instructed in a low, hoarse voice:

"Ring the bell."

when!

The bell of the Golden Cathedral rang, and immediately the clergy belonging to the Golden Cathedral saluted in unison and sang sacred songs of praise together. Their clothes shone in the light, and the songs of praise were magnificent, loud and rhythmic. There was a mysterious power spreading, and everyone seemed to be injected with endless courage.

Everyone present saluted solemnly. Even Celia, who didn't care much about the ceremony, raised her eyebrows slightly.

You have to know that it is impossible for so many clergy to receive professional choral training. The hymns in the ceremony are usually sung by a special choir. It is almost impossible to expect so many people to maintain perfect rhythm when singing in chorus for the first time.

But now a magical thing happened. The collective chanting of thousands of people actually maintained a synchronized rhythm. Looking at their expressions, they seemed to be immersed in some wonderful state, and everyone resonated with each other.

Alan Grande, dressed in a gorgeous robe and holding a golden tray, stood in the Golden Cathedral before the sun came on. He was undoubtedly the focus of the whole audience, the host of the ceremony, a young noble, the future bishop of the Golden Cathedral, with halos all around him, and he was the leader of the younger generation.

Accompanied by the grand and sacred chorus, Alan Grande slowly walked towards the Cathedral Square of the Golden Cathedral.

Celia nodded slightly, but what she recognized was not Alan Grande, but the will and strength shown by the clergy. This belief in God was more brilliant and shining than gold.

Unfortunately, the "God" of the clergy is real and is completely beyond the control of the royal power. Otherwise, the firm belief of the clergy would be very beneficial to the rule of the royal power.

But unfortunately, the Delos Empire did not allow the concept of "divine right of kings" to grow. A king is a king, and one who can ascend the throne only with the approval of God cannot be called a king, but only a slave.

At the end of the priests' chanting, Alan Grande finally walked into the brilliant sunshine. According to Saint Michel, the moment the sunlight directly shines on the Holy Grail, the ceremony of the return of the heroic spirit will officially begin.

Alan's eyes swept over the holy relic golden cup and found that the delicate patterns carved on the golden cup began to glow, as if there was an extremely bright holy light hidden inside, trying to break free from the seal.

He placed the tray and the golden cup on the pedestal that had been prepared in advance, and slowly stepped back a few steps, making sure that he was the person closest to the holy relic.

Under the direct sunlight, the carved patterns on the holy relic golden cup lit up one by one, and then misty golden sand flew up. The golden cup seemed to be decomposing, and it became more and more shining, until a huge beam of golden light shot up into the sky. At the same time, golden threads were moving on the ground, outlining an extremely complicated magic circle.

Air waves rolled up in all directions, and a tall and burly figure appeared in the light.

He was a mysterious angel holding a huge golden shield in his left hand, as if he could block the flood of sin, and a golden sword in his right hand, as if he could split open all heresies. He had no wings behind him, and his whole body was covered in sophisticated armor. He was extremely tall, like a legendary giant, and he could overlook everyone present.

"A lower-level angel, Paladin? Is there only a lower-level angel in the golden cup?" A thought flashed through Alan Grande's brows as he frowned.

Generally speaking, wingless angels are often called lower-level angels, also known as Paladins.

Everas's deep voice sounded: "Who awakened the owner of the golden cup? I felt that time was so long, and now, what year has it been..."

The angel raised his head, and under the sunlight, he seemed to have received some kind of revelation. He then knelt on one knee, leaning on the golden giant sword, with the shield at his side, and confessed:

“God, I have sinned…”

"I confess my sins to you."

"I was obsessed with the splendor of the treasure and lost my eyes, thus losing your brilliance, your enlightenment, and the direction you guided me."

"I confess to you..."

Upon hearing this, all the clergy knelt on one knee without hesitation. The lower-ranking people in the church did not need to kneel down to salute the higher-ranking people. Even the most ordinary clergy did not need to kneel down to greet Yue Na or Archbishop Majielo.

Only when facing God will they offer their most devout faith.

Now the heroic angel Everas in the holy relic has obviously received God's revelation. In a sense, it is equivalent to God's eyes being cast on the Golden Cathedral. This is extremely glorious and sacred. They give everything they have from the bottom of their hearts.

"I confess, I have reached a dead end, metal and stone have drowned my soul..."

"I confess. My greed has attracted more evil covetousness. I am powerless to resist and can only seal them together with me in the golden cup..."

"I confess that I am not worthy of returning to your kingdom of heaven..."

The sun's rays seemed to suddenly become brighter.

"Seal together?" A thought flashed through Alan Grande's mind, and then something very terrible happened. The golden cup made of pure gold began to shake, and suddenly black mist floated away. An extremely evil force surged out of it, and the mouth of the cup seemed to be connected to an unknown abyss.

One after another, black bodies of different shapes appeared. Most of them could be identified as humans, but there were also a few dark elves. They had hideous faces and made extremely shrill sounds.

Everyone present was shocked. They had never expected that there would be such a change in the golden cup.

"Evras, your God will not forgive your sins. Your soul has been tainted by gold. You killed people! You killed innocent people." A dark shadow yelled at him.

"I am guilty, so I will not defend myself." Holy Spirit Everas slowly stood up, raised his shield and golden sword, and said calmly:

"They are the last souls and grudges, the greedy ones who were buried with me."

He looked at the clergy and said, "Although I don't know where the light in your bodies comes from, please work with me to resolve it."

Immediately, Everas's golden giant sword lit up with a blazing holy light and slashed towards one of the black shadows with a loud bang. Under the shining sunlight, his blade was blessed and burned fiercely.

TEDA was the first to respond. His fists emitted a blue light of judgment, and at the same time he slammed a mysterious totem onto the ground. The totem was covered with red, yellow, blue, gray, brown and other colors. The colors had a strong impact, and at the same time, it was covered with tiny cracks and dents, as if it had been frequently hit by something hard, and there were also several traces of being chopped by a sharp weapon.

That was the relic of Saint Wolfgan Bayona, a totem he had used before. This totem had smashed the bones of countless pretenders. The cut marks on it came from the greatsword of Belias the Destruction, one of the Three Dark Knights. Wolfgan had fought a fierce battle with the other in Gladen, the Plains of Destruction, and their weapons were almost broken.

The clergy responded one after another, and the rich holy light flooded the place into a sea of ​​holy light.

"Be careful, they only have souls and resentment left, and they cannot survive long under the sun. They will prioritize hunting down people with holes in their hearts and seize bodies that can last long." Holy Spirit Everas issued a heavy warning.

His huge golden sword swept across, and a struggling black shadow was annihilated.

Immediately, Alan Grande was stunned. He saw several dark shadows rushing towards him.