Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3743 God’s Choice

In the Golden Cathedral of Remidia, the dark souls and black smoke emerging from the golden cup were purified by the concerted efforts of the clergy present. The sunlight once again filled every corner like gold, and the chaotic scene returned to peace.

Alan Grande, the representative of the younger generation of the Golden Cathedral, was already exhausted. There were several sharp cuts on his gorgeous robe. He sat on a flat ground and gasped for breath. Although his body had not suffered direct injuries, his heart was quite irritable. There were inexplicable emotions growing in his heart. His delicate face was now so gloomy that it seemed like it was going to rain.

He didn't expect that there were sealed dark souls in the golden cup, and when those dark souls escaped, they would prioritize targeting people with loopholes in their hearts, and then he was targeted by several of them.

For clergymen who pursue devout faith, this is tantamount to a strong denial, a questioning, and a slap in the face.

He himself is a priest who believes in light. It can be said that he presents a natural deterrent to those fallen dark souls. As a result, those dark souls are not afraid of his holy light, and many of them even covet his body.

It is conceivable how big the flaw in his heart is.

In particular, God's eyes must be falling on the golden cathedral now. God is with everyone, which means that God sees the flaws in his heart. It is like having an embarrassing incident that is too embarrassing to look back on revealed in public, and his face is burning with pain.

Then he was unable to use the holy relic angel wings and could not transform into an angel. This was another obvious denial and blow.

Alan Grande was in a complete mess. He held his forehead and thought hard, prayed, and confessed. He didn't even listen to what his guardian angel Everas was saying.

What went wrong with my heart in serving God?

"God, please guide me through my confusion..." Alan Grande prayed.

The guardian angel Everas stood up. He was tall, holding a huge shield and a huge golden sword. He had an extremely oppressive aura, and seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light under the sunlight.

"I'm sorry for what happened in the past. At that time, I no longer had the strength to care about everyone. I realized it too late." Everas apologized to the unfortunate dark souls, and then looked towards the golden cathedral glittering in the sunlight. Looking at the jewel-like windows, the towering golden walls, and the beautiful glazed tiles, he felt a moment of trance in his heart.

Once upon a time, His palace was as magnificent as this one, and under the sun it seemed like a palace where God really lived.

Everas said calmly, "There is nothing wrong with using the best treasures in the world to worship the gods we believe in, but the heart walking in the mortal world is too easily polluted. Wealth is an indispensable element in the development of civilization, but it is also one of the elements with the greatest negative impact. It is the driving force behind many sins. The moment wealth falls to the ground, it is destined to represent the glory and sin of civilization."

“Treasures should truly serve God, not satisfy one’s own greed.”

"You are another path chosen by God. Don't let Him down."

Everas said this calmly, raised his golden giant sword, and slashed it heavily at the void in front of him. Golden light flashed, and traces like broken mirrors appeared. A cold and gloomy feeling came from the other side of the broken space. It was impossible to see directly what was in the deepest part. It was like an endless abyss.

The last few dark souls nodded to Everas, and then their figures dimmed and slowly disappeared in the square in front of the Golden Cathedral. After countless years, they returned to true death.

Everas opened his arms, embraced the sunshine, and praised loudly: "Great God, I praise your lofty glory. My sinful soul is ashamed to return to your heaven. You will wash away my sins with the red lotus fire of the holy river."

Immediately, holding a huge golden sword and shield, He also strode towards the entrance to the underworld that was invisible to the naked eye of mortals. The tall, glorious figure disappeared, and the broken void was twisting...

The ceremony in the Golden Cathedral seemed to have ended without any major incidents. The ancient guardian angel, the greedy dark soul, and the eyes of God, only took less than half an hour from the beginning to the end, but it gave people the illusion that a much longer time had passed.

The clergy of the Golden Cathedral knelt on one knee. Their bright and beautiful robes and the holy light that had not yet dissipated in the air formed a wonderful scene, full of a sacred atmosphere. Some painters were so excited that they wanted to depict this scene.

Qianying pulled down his sunglasses and glanced at the field, then turned to look at Hiat and said, "It seems that it is not over yet, cousin, what are you thinking about...?"

Hiat stroked the back of Jie's neck, looking thoughtful. After a while, he smiled and said, "I figured out one thing, about the relationship between angels and the current clergy."

An undeniable yet puzzling fact is that there were indeed many angels in Arad in ancient times, such as the guardian angel Everas, the ice angel of the Kingdom of Disaster Bank, the glorious angel Agamemnon of the Valley of the Dead, and so on.

However, since the first year of the Arad continent until now, there have been almost no cases of angels descending to the earth.

What is more widely known is that Saint Michael came to the earth together with the Holy Cross of Heaven, grew up in three months, and then his appearance and posture were fixed. He has experienced the entire hundred-year dark holy war and has not aged until now.

For example, Yuena and Xiaohina are angels born in modern times, and their deeds do not quite match the descriptions of ancient angels walking on the earth. Yuena was promoted all the way to the status of archangel, and Xiaohina's hometown is actually the angel dimension.

After listening to her cousin's analysis, Qianying also guessed the general idea.

In the ancient times before the first year of the Arad continent, the way Remedios, the god of life and light, led the world to the light was to send down angels, divine life forms full of light and power, to shoulder the responsibility of helping and leading the world.

He believes that human thoughts are turbid and confused, consisting of countless complex and chaotic individuals, but can suddenly condense into an iron fist-like collective at certain times, burst out incredible power, and create a fantastic future. Therefore, human beings are full of noble plasticity and growth.

If one wants to unite humanity into a powerful collective, the key lies in a grand goal and one or more wise and far-sighted sages to lead the race.

Due to the limitations of human vision, the descended angels can take on this responsibility and become the leaders of the world.

But something Remedios had not expected happened. The angels' purity and wisdom would actually be covered in dust in the human world, becoming dark and degenerate, and even completely twisted, forgetting themselves and the glory of God.

The angel of light, Agamemnon, is half light and half dark, and the angel of ice is imprisoned in one place, unable to escape from the ruins...

Hiat patted Jie's head and said with a smile, "So, Lord Remidios has changed his strategy. He is no longer obsessed with sending angels to the earth to lead people. Instead, he selects suitable believers from the complex human groups, grants them the revelation of light, and trains them to become leaders of darkness."

Thus, the human clergy group was born.

Even if a believer falls, he will only lose a tiny amount of holy power.

Including Saint Michel. Although He is an apostle and angel sent from heaven, He grew up in the continent of Arad. Most of the knowledge He learned came from here. In a sense, He can be said to be a human being.

This model is somewhat similar to the ancient Terran artificial god civilization. At the beginning, the ancient Terran scientists led by Herder fanatically believed that "God" could be created with science!

With God's wisdom, God's power, and God's majesty, lead the Terra civilization to new glory.

Then, some Terrans were not satisfied with creating gods to lead them, they wanted to transform themselves, evolve greatly, integrate the elemental power of the universe, and make themselves gods!

"We humans are so scary." Qianying teased.

"Yes, the evil of us humans can even pollute the gods." Xia Te was referring to the goddess of beauty Venus, whose previous dust and fall had an important and inseparable relationship with humans. Of course, there are also people who try to lower the status and nobility of gods, such as Ye Lin who never returns on this road and even wants to lower the status of the creator.

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"Alan, what are you daydreaming about?"

An old clergyman of the Golden Cathedral frowned and reminded that although there were some unexpected events in the return ceremony of the holy relic Golden Cup, it was generally safe. The power and will of our clergymen have been newly manifested, which will be of great benefit to the future of the Golden Cathedral.

Next, you will be required to preside over the final closing ceremony, so you can't be careless.

"Ah... OK." Alan Grande woke up as if from a dream. He stood up, regrouped, and recited the draft that he had memorized by heart.

As a noble who has witnessed many big scenes, Alan Grande is still capable of basic cultivation.

Then, according to a procedure that had been planned long ago, he gave a signal to the darkness.

boom!

A beam of dazzling holy light suddenly fell from the sky, appearing pure white like pearls. Then, seven colors of light intertwined, holy and peaceful, building a magnificent holy bridge. The clouds gathered and dispersed in the sky. The scene was extremely beautiful and shocking, and once again attracted the attention of many people.

"What a beautiful vision."

"There has never been a golden cathedral."

"Is there a new angel coming?"

Alan Grande looked very excited. He walked forward, raised his hands tremblingly high as if reaching for the rainbow bridge in the sky, and kept repeating words of praise to God.

A sphere of extremely bright light slowly condensed in the holy light, like a rising sun, revealing indescribable nobility and holiness. Everyone who saw the sphere had an idea in their hearts that there was something inside the sphere.

"Is this a gift from God?" someone whispered in surprise.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the sphere slowly fell into Alan Grande's hands, and then turned into a long white jade box, with thousands of rays of light restrained, becoming a mystery in people's eyes.

The sealed object inside is the unused holy relic Angel Wings, which was a vision deliberately created by Alan Grande, disguised as the light of God bestowed during the ceremony.

Moreover, even Tidus did not know that these were actually angel wings. He thought that the relic was worn by Alan Grande or kept in the holy room where the relics were collected.

Alan Grande held up the white jade box, knelt on one knee, and recited words of praise loudly. Suddenly, he felt a sharp gaze sweeping across his face. He didn't look, and he didn't need to look to know who was looking at him.

The eldest princess Celia shook her head slightly. She was one of the few people who knew the inside story.

Alan listened to her advice, but it seemed he only half listened.

“This will certainly bring you and your family considerable fame, but it is very disadvantageous in terms of the political status of the empire. After all, the empire is not an empire given by God, and the king’s power does not come from God, nor can he be loyal to God.” Celia whispered silently in her heart.

Just as Alan was holding the white jade box and finishing the ceremony, an accident happened again. The space in the square in front of the god began to distort noticeably, forming a vortex of water, and then it exploded with a bang, and the terrifying evil force spread wildly.

There were screams and fear at the scene, and no one understood what was happening.

Qianying in the audience gently adjusted his sunglasses with his fingers, and the torn space in the field suddenly stopped and solidified at a moment, without continuing to spread in all directions.

When it comes to the power of tearing space apart, even the tiniest trace must be noticed with caution. If Qianying himself does not take action and allows the cracks to spread, half of the tens of thousands of people on the scene will die in an instant, and even half of the golden city of Vetalon may be destroyed.

At that time, the seemingly glorious and dazzling Golden City might turn into another horrible doomsday city, Kantwin, with blood and dead bodies everywhere.

A disaster was easily averted.

"Who am I... I don't know... But I'm back, to this familiar place."

From the other side of the solidified but not yet healed space, came an extremely crazy sound, as ferocious as a predatory beast and rolling like thunder. Then a huge twisted red claw stretched out along the crack in the space that had not yet healed. The terrifying evil spirit and monstrous soul power turned into a storm, rising straight up, disturbing the clear sky and filling it with gloom.

boom!

The space was filled with blood, and the being from the other side actually stepped over. It was an extremely tall human-like figure, wearing gorgeous clothes that were about to rot, and its limbs had been distorted and alienated, not like the arms and legs of a normal human.

The most horrifying thing was that there were densely packed white soul shadows entwined around his body, swimming and biting his flesh, bones, and every part of his body... Some people with weak psychological endurance were frightened to the point that their lips turned white and their legs trembled.

It was so terrifying, both in appearance and in its horrifying evil spirit, it was incomparable to those dark souls before.

"Priest, Jiger?" Someone guessed with a trembling voice.

According to legend, Jiger, a priest who used the power of ghosts and gods but was dragged into the underworld by them, was the last loyal minister of the Perus Empire. In hell, he endured the pain of being devoured by thousands of ghosts all the time but never died. Today, he has become the target pursued by ghost and god practitioners.

Another person shook his head. "It's not him. According to legend, the priest Jiger wore armor made of hellstone, which doesn't match this person's condition. Most of his clothes are torn to pieces, and the ones that are left look familiar."

TEDA, who was the first to react, was covered in holy light. He shouted loudly and transformed into countless sharp fist shadows that smashed into the mysterious figure. The whistling sound that tore through the air showed his full strength.

On the other side, the clergy also reacted one after another, and quickly used their holy power to construct holy light to illuminate the figures heading towards hell.

However, a horrible thing happened. The mysterious figure from hell tore apart a corner of the Square in Front of the Gods and the Golden Cathedral with just a wave of his claws. Amid the rumbling sound of collapse, TEDA flew backwards in disbelief, coughing up blood.

The holy light of the priest was also dissipating. Alan Grande's short hammer broke into two pieces, and a huge gash appeared on his chest. The blood immediately dyed his gorgeous clothes red.

"So... so strong, a creature from Hell, how could it open the door of the Golden Cathedral? This shouldn't be possible."