Divine Civilization

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The battle of the Holy See of Light to eliminate the false Pope was earth-shattering and completely changed the power structure of the Light Plane.

The human world has, except for a few diehards, been thoroughly swept away from stumbling blocks.

The far-reaching influence is continuously spreading.

And at the same time.

In the ocean not far from the East China Sea, there is a sea area called "the blue sea". This place used to be the center of the entire ocean, the power center of the entire Siren family.

At the bottom of the blue sea, under the beach that is brighter than crystals, lies the former Sea Emperor Palace, which was once extremely glorious in the history of the Siren Clan, but it also carried endless sorrow.

Now, on top of this ruins, a brand new Crystal Palace is gradually being built. Although it is only half built, it can be vaguely seen that it is majestic and magnificent.

This is the new Sea Palace, which belongs to the new Sea Emperor, Daixiva Haige's Sea Palace.

This moment.

In the Neptune's Council Hall, which has a preliminary outline, the newly promoted Dehiva Haige is having a meeting with her father, Graham Haige, and North Sea Neptune Arthur Glacier.

Behind the three, other high-ranking generals of the Kraken clan stood respectfully and listened intently.

Suddenly.

A splendid golden gate opened in the ocean, and a figure surrounded by holy light stepped out of the gate, flapping its wings and descending slowly.

This figure has a head of brilliant blond hair and three pairs of white angel wings. It is indeed the Seraphim Archangel—St. John Nasadr.

"Your Excellency the Archangel."

Daixiva Haige stood up quickly, bowed slightly to him, and saluted him.

Sea King Graham Haige of the East China Sea and Arthur Glacier, King of the North Sea Sea also stood up quickly, and bowed their heads respectfully: "Your Excellency, Archangel."

"Your Excellency the Archangel."

The senior general of the Kraken clan behind the three of them also had a serious look on their faces, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully, with respectful and fearful expressions in their eyes.

Nasadir nodded slightly at everyone, without talking nonsense, and solemnly said: "My lord has an order, the emperor of the sea, Daishiva Haige, the sea king of the East Sea, Graham Haige, and the sea king of the North Sea, Arthur Glacier, have made great contributions to suppressing heresy. Each rewarded with divine power once."

Daixiwa Haige was taken aback for a moment, and then happily knelt down towards the rising sun, paying the highest respect to the supreme Lord of Light devoutly and humbly: It is an honor for my sea monster clan to fight."

Behind her, all the powerhouses of the Kraken clan knelt down in unison, with a touch of excitement unconsciously in their expressions.

"You deserve it. Accept God's favor~"

Nasadr nodded slightly at them, then raised his hand, and the three clusters of divine power quietly shattered in his palm.

In an instant, three brilliant rays of holy light descended from the sky, covering Daixiva Haige and the others. The aura of the three of them rose rapidly, and in just a moment, it soared a lot.

Daishiva Haige was both surprised and delighted.

Under the infusion of light divine power, the "divine seed" in her body became active all of a sudden. In just a short while, she clearly felt that the fusion between the "seed of divinity" and her had become deeper, and the law of water, which made her feel so mysterious, seemed to be getting closer to her.

She had a strong premonition that as long as she had another divine infusion, she could break through the current bottleneck and enter the ranks of level 8 legends.

East China Sea King Graham Haige and North Sea Sea King Arthur Glacier were also surprised and delighted.

It has not been a short time for them to become level 8 legendary powerhouses. Only those who have reached this level will understand how difficult it is to advance after level 8, and every bit of improvement is extremely difficult.

However, just one infusion of divine power has significantly improved their strength, at least saving them decades of hard work.

To be honest, when they participated in the siege against the heretic Iglaz, they were actually reluctant, but out of awe of the God of Light, they didn't dare to say no, and they didn't even think about getting any benefits from it.

If I knew that the benefits were so great, I would have worked harder in the battle. If you perform outstandingly, you may even get extra divine power rewards...

For a moment, this idea popped up unconsciously in the minds of Donghai Haiwang and Beihai Haiwang.

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Deep in the ground, in the vast underground space that was excavated at some time, a magnificent altar has just been completed.

The altar is located in the darkness, surrounded only by dots of light, but above the altar, there is a beam of dazzling skylight projected from an infinite height, covering the entire altar.

The light was blazing white and dazzling, full of sacred aura.

On the altar, the golden emblem representing the Lord of Light shines brightly in the light.

On the steps in all directions, there is engraved the same sentence written in languages ​​of different races and civilizations - "In the dark, my heart is toward the light."

Under the steps, the dark saint Judy is busy with a group of followers, decorating the altar with white and tender petals.

Suddenly.

A brilliant golden door opened in the beam of light, and a handsome seraph with deep eyes flew out of it, flapping its wings and slowly landed on the altar.

Archangel Saint Luke!

The dark saint Judy was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly became ecstatic.

She knew that the Lord would definitely take care of His most devout believers.

She quickly walked to the altar with a group of followers, and welcomed the arrival of the angel with the most pious and fanatical attitude.

"My lord has an order. The dark saint Judy has made outstanding achievements, and she will reward her with divine power once." After seeing the ceremony, St. Luke nodded slightly at Judy with a solemn expression, "In addition, the lord has already known your application, and his reply It can be'."

The dark saint Judy was very pleasantly surprised: "Thanks to the Lord. I will definitely not let him down."

Saint Luke nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

As soon as the hand was lifted, the divine light cluster shattered, and a majestic holy light suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the dark saint Judy.

But in a short while, Judy's aura soared a lot, and the strength of the already level 7 saint rose again, one step closer to the level 8 legend.

Judy was overjoyed.

The stronger she is, the more things she can do. The more obstacles that can be removed for the Lord. As long as she works hard enough, she will definitely be more favored by the Lord than that bumbling bastard of the Holy Maiden of Light.

Judy clenched her fist secretly, making up her mind in her heart.

Seeing that the task had been completed, Saint Luke didn't delay much, the six wings vibrated, and slowly rose up into the sky along the sky.

Judy reacted, and quickly led his subordinates to salute respectfully: "Send off, Your Excellency the Archangel."

It wasn't until St. Luke's figure slowly disappeared into the light gate that she turned around and stood up, looking at the people behind her.

"From now on, this is our sanctuary. We are the Lord's scythe in the dark, the steadfast executors of the Lord's will, and the ultimate nightmare of all heretics and traitors."

The pitch-black scepter in her hand stopped, and her voice suddenly rose.

"I declare that the 'Inquisition of Heresy' is officially established."

In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up with a "swish".

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At the same time, angels descended from the Patrick Islands, the headquarters of the Magicians Association, and the Imperial Palace of the Bright Empire, and they read the oracle and bestowed divine grace.

Brilliant golden light gates bloomed in the sky, white wings streaked across the sky, and pieces of light feathers fell from the sky.

All the residents of the Patrick Islands, including all the residents of the Imperial Capital of the Guangming Empire, were fortunate to witness the arrival of the angel and see the envoy of God shrouded in the holy light.

The court historian took a bath and fasted, spread out the parchment religiously, and picked up a quill. As the ink blots flowed, each ink-colored text was recorded in the history books.

Thousands of years later, history books have been copied over and over again, and countless truths have been buried in the dust of history, but this day is still remembered by countless people.

Because, it is on this day.

The Lord of Light, the great being who lives high above and overlooks the earth, has returned.

His glory shines again, his messengers walk the earth again, his name is praised again, and his deeds reappear in the poems praised by bards.

According to history books, this day is called "Return Day".

On the same day, Carlos Springhall, Emperor of the Bright Empire, became ill and moved into the palace to recuperate under the protection of the royal guard. Before leaving, he entrusted everything in the empire to the third prince, Charles Springhall.

Five days later, Carlos Springhall, Emperor of the Bright Empire, died in the palace at the age of 65.

According to the tradition, the Minister of Internal Affairs convened a royal meeting and a meeting of nobles, and announced according to the will of the former emperor Carlos Springhall that the throne of the Bright Empire would be succeeded by the third prince, Charles Springhall.

Three days later, all preparations were completed, and the third prince, Charles Springhall, held a grand succession ceremony in the Cathedral of the Holy Light. He won the golden crown representing the identity of the emperor of the Guangming Empire, and officially succeeded as the emperor of the Guangming Empire.

The most legendary dynasty in the history of the Guangming Empire, the "Charles Dynasty", has since kicked off.

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in a few days.

Northern Territory of the Bright Empire.

Beech Collar, Chino Township.

In an ordinary blacksmith's shop, old Nova, a blacksmith wearing a leather apron and shirtless, was beating a piece of red-hot soldering iron vigorously, slowly beating it into the shape of a farm tool.

The blazing fire made his cheeks red, and also reflected the vicissitudes of life on his gray temples and forehead clearly and distinctly.

He looked like an ordinary old blacksmith, no different from the old blacksmiths in the other two blacksmith shops in the town.

Suddenly.

The door of the blacksmith's shop was opened with a bang from the outside, and a half-grown child ran in with a "deng deng deng".

"Uncle Nova! Uncle Nova!"

Seeing this child, old Nova showed a warm smile on his old face.

He put down the soldering iron calmly, and said softly, "Don't worry, Mike. Take a breath and speak slowly."

The boy named "Mike" ignored his advice at all, panting hurriedly and said: "My parents received an urgent letter from Zeech City. After reading the letter, my parents let me Send the letter to you immediately, without delay."

As he spoke, he took out a crumpled letter from his pocket.

Old Nova held the hammer under his arm, took the letter and opened it to read it.

It's not like something similar has happened before, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first. However, when he saw the contents of the letter clearly, his expression suddenly changed.

"boom!"

The huge hammer fell from under his armpit and hit the ground hard.

Old Nova didn't seem to feel it at all, and the whole person fell into shock and trance.

The thin letter paper in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy. His usually firm and powerful hands, which could easily lift a hammer, trembled violently at this moment, and he could hardly even hold the letter paper.

"Uncle Nova? Uncle Nova? What's wrong with you?" The little boy didn't know what happened, so he tugged at Old Nova's leather apron in confusion.

"I, I'm fine..."

Old Nova came back to his senses and tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, but muddy tears had already flooded his eyes unconsciously.

It turns out that the Lord has not abandoned us.

It turned out that the Lord was just injured and temporarily unable to answer the prayers of the believers.

It turns out that we misunderstood the Lord and abandoned our faith first...

He covered his face in pain, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

After sending the little boy away, old Nova ignored the half-built farm tools, turned around and entered the bedroom, took out a black linen robe from the bottom of the stacked cages, and shook it off with his hands.

"Swipe~"

Having not worn it for many years, the rough linen robe has long been stained with a musty smell, and many places have even been eaten by moths with small holes.

Old Nova didn't care about this at all. He turned around and took off the blacksmith's iconic leather apron, put on a tattered black linen robe, and tied it tightly with a belt of the same color.

Dress in linen and corset your body.

This is the iconic dress of the ascetic monks of the Holy See.

Old Nova was an ascetic monk of the Holy See when he was young, but because of the fall of the God of Light and the siege of the Holy See clergy, he had to hide his name and became an ordinary blacksmith in the town.

Now that the God of Light has returned, it is time for him to return to the embrace of God~

Old Nova had a serious expression, and there was a firm light in his cloudy old eyes.

He is going to forgive.

He was going to the sanctuary where the Lord returned, and prayed to the Lord in the most pious way, begging the Lord's forgiveness, and asking the Lord to allow him to become a noble priest again, honoring Him and serving Him.

Picking up the long stick of thorns that had already turned ashes in the corner, old Nova took off his leather boots, walked out of the house barefoot, and embarked on a long pilgrimage without looking back.

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The Eastern Region of the Bright Empire.

Black Marsh Territory, Trident Tree Village.

A middle-aged man in a plain linen tunic is rolling up his trousers, holding a harpoon, and fishing in the shallow water by the river.

His name is Matthew, and he is an ordinary farmer in Sanjiashu Village.

Like all ordinary farmers, his bronzed face has vicissitudes and wrinkles polished by years of suffering, and thick calluses grow on his hands and feet. However, few people know that he used to be a priest a long time ago, managing a monastery and many children in it.

Unfortunately, with the decline of the Bright Holy See, the clergy were surrounded and suppressed, and the monastery he was in also suffered a devastating blow. In order to survive, he had to hide his identity and fled to a small village in this remote area with the help of a distant relative, living as an ordinary farmer.

I don't know when such a day will end.

Perhaps, in this lifetime, he will never have the chance to return to the embrace of the Lord~

Matthew felt emotional in his heart, and even the action of fishing became absent-minded.

Suddenly.

A group of clergymen in white robes with a silver cross on their chests passed by on the ridge next to them.

They didn't pay attention to Matthew next to them, and discussed in low voices the details of building the monastery as they walked, occasionally pointing at the surrounding terrain and whispering to each other, as if they were choosing a suitable location.

The mayor of the nearby town bowed his head and followed beside him, his usually arrogant and arrogant face was full of humility and awe. That posture, that expression, was almost exactly the same as when he faced his master, Viscount Klein, the lord of the Black Marsh Territory.

Seeing this scene, Matthew froze there, and the harpoon in his hand fell into the river with a bang.

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The Southern Region of the Bright Empire.

Rose Collar, Rose City.

In a tastefully decorated ordinary house, a gray-haired old scholar was sitting at a desk, lowering his head and carefully wiping a transparent convex lens with a soft cloth.

On the table in front of him are books spread out and half-drawn complex architectural drawings, and there are scattered squares and charcoal pencils for drawing next to him. It seems that he is taking a short break in the middle of his work.

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door of the study room, and a young man in a fine linen robe pushed open the door and walked in.

"Teacher, a few people came outside. They heard from somewhere that you have profound attainments in religious architecture, and hope to get your help."

"Okay, I understand." The old scholar raised his head, his brown eyes were deep and peaceful, "You entertain the guests first, and I'll clean up and come later."

"is teacher."

The young man bowed his head slightly and retreated respectfully.

The old scholar struggled to support the table and stood up, took a soft hat from the wall next to him and put it on, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the outer robe, and removed the dust and charcoal stains that were inadvertently contaminated, and then slowly Step out of the study.

In the living room outside the study, three priests in white robes were waiting quietly while drinking coffee.

The white robes on their bodies are embroidered with a golden cross, and a silver cross necklace is hung around their necks. The middle-aged man in the head also has a red silk ribbon embroidered with gold patterns on his neck, which is a very typical regional bishop's attire. .

Seeing the old scholar come out, the three stood up immediately.

"Mr. Christopher, I have studied theology with you, and I know that you have profound theological attainments, and have presided over and supervised the construction of several famous cathedrals. I admire your knowledge and ability very much." The leading middle-aged man Respectfully bowing slightly to the old scholar, he made clear his purpose in a deep voice, "Now that our lord has returned, Her Highness wants to rebuild the Holy Light Cathedral, one of the three holy places, and I hope to get your help."

The old scholar's calm and deep eyes shrank suddenly when he heard this sentence, and then became dazed in an instant, and his whole body froze like a cassette.

After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice in a daze, uncertainly, "You just said... my lord... is back?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man looked firmly, "I think you should have heard the rumors. Now, I can tell you with great certainty that the rumors are true and the Lord has really returned. His glory will be restored cover the earth."

The old scholar's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even utter a single word.

After a while, he tremblingly raised his hands and made a gesture of prayer on his chest.

"Praise the Lord~"

These three simple words seem to contain countless emotions, making people's eyes warm and their hearts swell uncontrollably.

Everyone present fell silent unconsciously.

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Similar things are constantly happening in different places in the Guangming Empire.

Believers who once had to remain anonymous due to the encirclement and suppression by the imperial officials and the nobles of all parties, and dared not even keep the statues of the gods and the holy crosses, and only dared to pray silently in their hearts, can finally walk in the sun again, and praise the Lord's honorable name openly .

The clergy who once gave up their faith because of the fall of the Holy See and returned to life have also regained their faith one after another.

The number of believers began to grow rapidly at a blowout rate.

On the way to the new holy place, St. Luke's Monastery, the pilgrimage team gradually merged into a torrent.

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