I, permanently add attributes, ascend to become a god

Lin Chen lay on the bed and muttered to himself: "Killing someone else's husband and then controlling someone else's family. Why do I look like a villain?"

He knew in his heart that such things would happen more and more frequently in the future.

When it is time to take action, Lin Chen will act decisively, and he will never show mercy because of consideration for other people's families.

Lin Chen was helpless: "If you want to blame someone, just blame you for beating me with the whip. I originally wanted to pretend to be a farmer to sneak in."

After a night's rest to recover, Lin Chen plans to go and see tomorrow what that [Saint's Heritage] is.

The next day, early in the morning, the bloody sun was born.

While most people in the holy city were still asleep, Lin Chen had already found the entrance of the Church of Hope headquarters.

A 50-meter-high statue towers into the sky.

Around it, a group of believers knelt down.

Lin Chen stood quietly outside the square and looked inside carefully.

"So strong!"

Lin Chen focused his attention on the two old nuns in front of the statue of the saint.

It seems that there is no difference between him and other ordinary believers.

In Lin Chen's perception, although the aura of the two was not obvious, upon careful observation, it was even stronger than the legion commander he met on the road.

Lin Chen murmured, "It seems that the Saint's inheritance is still very important to the Church of Hope. Even after being beaten like this, there are still so many masters here!"

"Didn't they say that no one has ever obtained the Saint's inheritance? It's been 800 years!"

"Why are you leaving so many experts here to guard?"

Only Lin Chen knew that the statue contained the saint's inheritance.

Otherwise he might say, "That old man, that old lady, everyone please make way..."

In fact, if you change the name, Lin Chen might understand.

The Hope Church Headquarters Square is also known as the Hope Church Hall.

Not to mention that Lin Chen wanted to force his way in, even if the Son of Hope was resurrected, they would be able to stop him with the help of the formation.

Lin Chen underestimated the desire for a saint of a race that always lived in black fog.

Even if it is the Son of Hope, he is just a Son of Hope. Even if there are ten more of them, they cannot change the entire black fog.

Compared to the [Saint's Heritage] which represents hope, it is really not worth mentioning.

Chapter 162 Temple of Hope

Holy City, Hope Church Headquarters Square.

Early in the morning, the place was crowded with people.

The gathering point fell, San Lorenzo fell, and the front line of the battlefield had advanced to less than a hundred miles from the Holy City.

Over the past month, a series of bad news has plunged millions of residents of the holy city into panic.

Neighbors and residents who were familiar with each other on weekdays were forced to go to the battlefield to fight against the black fog monster that symbolized death.

Unlike the war in Lin Chen’s previous life, that was at least an internal fight among humans and would not lead to a massacre of the city.

And every human in the Black Mist World knows that once the front line is defeated, the entire race will be wiped out, and the Black Mist monsters will kill all humans.

Despair for the future, attachment to relatives and friends, prayers for the soldiers going to the battlefield, and desire for life!

All the wishes of everyone are gathered together, and only the legendary saint can bear all of this.

"I beg the great saint to bless my child to survive!" An old man with gray hair knelt on the ground respectfully. His child had gone to the battlefield seven days ago.

"Saint, I want to live. I'm really hungry!" The skinny little girl prayed devoutly. Her sister starved to death yesterday.

"If the legendary saint really exists, please respond to my request. I want to have power!" A determined young man tightly grasped the wooden sword in his hand. His father died in battle ten days ago.

"Saint who protects all living beings, please protect my husband in heaven and tell him that everything is fine with me!" A young woman stroked her belly. Her husband was a member of the San Lorenzo garrison and they had just gotten married.

"Saint, please give me guidance..." the young nun prayed helplessly.

......

"Ugh!"

An extremely old man looked at everything in front of him helplessly. What was the point even if he was the pope of the previous generation?

Pope Cleveland knelt in the crowd, and the red-faced old man next to him remained silent.

I hope that the Church of God is in a time of turmoil and this will naturally not be hidden from these retired strong men who have been in the square.

But what can we do? The younger priests are fine, they can still fight on the battlefield, but people like them may be buried in the grave tomorrow.

To put it nicely, he is planning to advance to the third level, to put it bluntly, he is waiting to die.

“How do we go on the road ahead?”

"Understand your will, ignite the fire in your heart, and use absolute faith to become the stepping stone to sainthood..."

The Notes of the Son of Hope, Pope Cleveland has read it countless times, and the road to breakthrough is right in front of him.

It is easy to say that it is easy to understand the will, but unfortunately these mediocre people cannot do it even if they try their best. He is 162 years old this year. He reached the bottleneck of the third level when he was 34 years old. He wasted a hundred years and gained nothing.

Pope Cleveland knew in his heart that not only he, but all the worshippers sitting in this square had the same problem.

Cleveland smiled bitterly and said, "We are mediocre people with mediocre talents, and we are not even a fraction of the Son of Hope."

“Even an existence like the Son of Hope, who tried his best, could only open up some gathering points with the help of the Saints. To the Black Mist, it is nothing at all.”

“That feeling of powerlessness makes it impossible for me to believe that I can fight against the black fog, no matter how much I deceive myself.”

"If you don't believe in yourself, you can't understand your will!"

The red-faced old man also sighed: "Alas! When we were young, we fought for power and profit. Now that I think about it, it's just a fight in a cage."

"It's just a small amount of supplies, and there's no point in fighting over it."

"I heard that more than half of the masters of this generation of the Church of Hope have died, and the black fog monster troops will soon attack the Holy City."

"Without the protection of the Saint, we are not even worthy of sitting in the cage."

...

After a moment's silence, they looked at the statue of the saint who showed compassion to all living beings and exclaimed at the same time, "Saint, Your Excellency is above!"

"Does the illusory saint inheritance in the legend really exist?"

"If it exists, why doesn't it appear in the world?"

A tear flowed down Cleveland's old face.

"Excuse me, old man, could you please move aside for a moment?"

A gentle voice sounded.

The two old men were interrupted from their thoughts and looked back.

I saw a vigorous young man with smiling eyes and gentle as jade, who was out of tune with the atmosphere of the entire square.

Everyone else was either praying or feeling sad and miserable.

He alone was calm and unhurried, neither impatient nor anxious.

"Good seedling!" This thought rang in the minds of the two old men at the same time.

Lin Chen smiled calmly: "Please give me some convenience."

The last Pope, Cleveland, moved aside to make way.

Lin Chen said politely: "Thank you!"

Looking at Lin Chen's back, the red-faced old man sighed and said, "I never thought I could see such a good talent. If I were 120 years younger, I would definitely recruit him into the Legion of Hope."

Cleveland said bluntly: "Old man, you are dreaming!"

"You must remember that I am the Pope!"

"Bullshit, you haven't been that for a long time!"

"At least before you abdicate, I'll be in charge of you."

Lin Chen's strength was clearly visible to the two old antiques. His temperament, age, strength, appearance, and character were all top-notch, which was eye-catching.

Lin Chen cautiously avoided the two old nuns. It is best to avoid contact with such a big shot.

If you want to find someone, look for the old man who is about to be buried.

Lin Chen always follows the principle of being prudent and fair when doing things.

He casually passed by a certain retired Knight of Hope.

"call!"

"There are so many people defending, and it still has to be me."

Finally arrived, Lin Chen let out a long cry. After careful observation, he bypassed 3 confirmed masters and 15 suspected masters and successfully arrived in front of the statue of the saint.

By the way, it inadvertently attracted the attention of more than a dozen retired cadres.

"According to what Daphne said, there is a precious saint's inheritance hidden inside."

Lin Chen raised his right hand, eager to try.

Cleveland's eyes lit up: "Do you think this boy could possibly attract that person?"

The red-faced old man rolled his eyes helplessly: "Don't dream, it's been more than 800 years."

“You’ve been in this square for over 100 years, and you still haven’t figured it out?”

Cleveland said with a fluke: "What if..."

The red-faced old man said firmly: "There is no chance of that happening. In my opinion, that thing is fake. Our ancestors must have made a mistake."

"I used to clean that statue every day, and I almost licked it, but I didn't find any inheritance."

"It's better to adjust my Qi and blood. When the black fog monsters come, I can take away a few of them."

"If he can be lured out, let alone admitting that you are the Pope, he will even call you daddy!"

"Huh? Why is it so bright?!"

The red-faced old man stopped chattering and saw that the old friend was staring straight ahead, as if he had seen something incredible.

The moment Lin Chen placed his palm on the statue of the saint.

Lin Chen felt as if someone was calling him.

A golden beam of light shot up into the sky, and everyone in the square fell into deathly silence, staring blankly ahead.

The holy city came to a halt. The patrolling soldiers of the Legion of Hope looked at the golden pillar rising in the direction of the city square, and they all knelt down with a plop.

The chief judge of the tribunal is Rayson, the mother of the convent is Caroline, and the archbishop is Ophelia.

Last night, after receiving the order from Pope Belinda, they left the city overnight with the accompanying priests, and each of them was far away from the holy city.

They stared blankly at the pillar of light rising in the direction of the holy city in the distance.

Ophelia was the first to react: "Let's go! Go back to the Holy City!"

"Then what about the mission assigned by Pope Belinda?"

One of the worshippers angrily said, "What a crap mission! What a crap job."

"As for the Pope, from now on, Belinda is no longer one!"

"Hurry back and meet the Saint Successor!"

These masters went back the same way they came. No, they went back as fast as if they were running for their lives, which was ridiculously fast.

The front-line battlefield, the nameless post town.

Countless ugly black fog monsters wailed as the golden light swept past them, and the weaker ones were even turned into ashes.

Tens of thousands of soldiers looked back and saw the column of light rising into the sky.

Even those black-robed followers of lower status couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow.

Bruno, the front-line commander, thought of something and looked incredulous.