For My Sister, I Became the World Boss

Suddenly,

The entire altar was completely shrouded in golden light, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Behind the crowd, Bai Yu squinted his eyes and watched the scene closely. The rich golden light was the power of faith.

It is instilling madly into the bodies of those believers on the stage.

Others couldn't see clearly, but Bai Yu could vaguely see it.

Under the impact of the golden light, the expressions of those baptized believers are distorted and hideous at the moment,

It was as if he was enduring unbearable pain.

The screams that came out of the mouth were completely blocked by the golden light, and could not be heard outside at all, and no one could hear them.

About ten minutes later.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and the situation on the altar appeared again.

The dozen or so believers stood there quietly without any movement.

Everyone in the audience watched this scene nervously.

The young woman in the white dress couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly, her eyes fixed on the boy's back, unwilling to move away for a moment.

finally,

There was some movement among the believers on the stage.

The pope sighed imperceptibly, and then all the believers fell straight down.

"Wow."

Seeing this scene, the audience was in an uproar.

"What's going on? Did it all fail?"

"No one was baptized successfully?!"

"Has the gods abandoned us?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just that those believers are not qualified enough, and they have not been favored by the gods. In the past, not to mention all failures, there are very few successful examples."

"Oh, what a pity..."

Everyone whispered and discussed fiercely.

The young woman's face turned pale, but she suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, put her hands on her heart, and comforted herself over and over again,

"Brother will be fine, will be fine..."

However, the voices of discussion from around made the woman's heart more and more chaotic, and it was difficult to calm down.

On a high pavilion.

"Well, there is no success this year?"

The king sat on a luxuriously carved chair, watched the scene condescendingly, and said calmly, his expression so calm that no sorrow or joy could be seen.

"Not long ago, the empire just lost two legendary heroes and a god son of the church. The king originally hoped that this special gift would add a few more usable talents to the empire. It seems that luck is not very good."

The other palace ministers around heard the words and looked at each other silently, all staring at each other, pretending not to hear.

"Why don't you love me say a word?"

The king looked around and asked with a smile.

Everyone's expressions froze slightly. They couldn't afford to offend the king, and the pope also didn't dare to offend him easily.

One second he was slandering in private, and the next second, those fanatical believers might break into the mansion and arrest him.

This is not an exaggeration, but actually happened.

Especially in the current delicate situation, the pope and the king have faintly reached the point of tit for tat.

Seeing how all the palace ministers talked about him,

The king smiled, and did not continue to ask questions, but there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

...

on the altar.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the pope's eyes, and he waved his hand lightly.

The Holy Light Knight guarding the audience immediately ran up in small steps, and quickly lifted all the believers who had lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

The pope stayed on the stage and continued to preside over the situation. He didn't say much about the failure of this baptism, but proclaimed the greatness of the gods and the bright future of all believers.

Soon, the believers' emotions were mobilized again and they regained control of the situation.

"Please, wait a minute, can I see my brother?"

"I'm the older sister of that boy. I want to see how he is doing now?"

Under the altar, the young woman asked with a pleading expression as she chased the believers who were being carried away.

But he was pushed away by the Holy Light Knight, and quickly carried away all the believers and disappeared at the end of the street under the pretext of not obstructing official duties.

Seeing this, all the believers around her kindly comforted the young woman not to worry, those believers will be fine, even if the baptism fails, they will receive the best treatment.

The young woman bit her lip tightly, looking worriedly at the direction where the group of people disappeared at the end of the street, without saying a word.

The scene that happened here was completely insignificant compared to the entire grand ceremony.

Everyone's attention has been completely attracted by the Pope.

For the failure of the baptism just now, he has become less concerned.

Bai Yu watched all this quietly, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and continued to look at the Pope performing on the high platform, already thinking in his heart when those guys were going to do something.

That's right.

The reason why Bai Yu appeared at this grand ceremony.

Naturally, it is impossible to join in the fun.

The main reason is that I want to see the actions of the blond man and others.

He didn't know the specific plan, he only knew that they were going to vote in this grand ceremony.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

All the big figures who watched this grand ceremony left the stage one after another.

finally,

After the pope made his final proclamation, a sudden change occurred on the scene.

A whistling sound suddenly sounded, drawing long traces in the air, and flying straight towards the Pope on the stage.

"Whoosh!"

The figures guarding the surroundings of the high platform suddenly flashed on the platform, reaching out to condense the magic barrier to block the incoming hidden weapon, but it exploded at the moment of collision.

"boom!!"

Colorful smoke bloomed like fireworks, covering the figure of the pope on the high platform.

After a brief second of silence, the scene suddenly exploded, and everyone boiled, with incredible expressions on their faces.

who? ! !

How dare you attack the Pope on such an occasion? !

Even the king, who was about to leave, couldn't help but stop, looked back at what happened at the altar, and frowned deeply.