My Little Country

Chapter 1713 Holy Mark!

After the Willis incident.

The God-Killing Spear has become the most frequently prayed word by believers of the Holy Bishop of all faiths.

Old Mark, the original bell ringer, has now become a wise man and is respected by all believers.

City of the Holy Lord, in Gabriel's Cathedral.

Old Mark, wearing an extremely clean coarse robe, knelt in front of the statue of Archangel Gabriel and kept mumbling prayers to himself.

It's different from what others imagine.

Old Mark, the bell ringer, didn't feel much joy deep in his heart at this time.

His devotion to faith was not due to the fear recorded in the Book of the Holy Lord.

But for peace of mind and atonement.

This kind of faith is flawless and pure. In the kingdom of gods in Lilliput, this kind of person is the best believer.

A fanatic among fanatics.

If your own talents are not bad, it is a matter of course to be given the title of saint!

Old Mark suddenly became drowsy while praying, and fell into sleep again.

Suddenly I found myself standing in a magnificent golden hall.

On both sides of the hall, there were dozens of heroic angels wearing armor, looking at him with their white wings spread out.

This made Old Mark extremely panicked.

But a voice rang in his heart.

tell him.

Don't be afraid, the angel's respectful attention is the reward that a devout believer like him deserves!

In Cormac's ears, the familiar angel's whisper sounded.

Amidst the buzzing sound, Old Mark suddenly had some enlightenment.

He took a deep breath and straightened his habitually bent waist.

Old Mark's figure suddenly became much taller, and a faint white light appeared all over his body, making it seem as if beautification effects were turned on when he walked.

When Old Mark walked to the depths of the hall, he saw the God-killing Spear standing in the deepest part of the hall.

Holy music suddenly sounded all around.

Translucent illusory little angels flew out, letting out bursts of joy and laughter.

The god-killing spear glowed with golden light.

Under the light.

Old Mark slowly leaned down and saluted the God-killing Spear.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the tip of the God-killing Spear, and took a deep breath.

"In the name of the Holy Lord, in the name of the God-killing Spear."

"I am willing to sacrifice myself for this, even if I am broken into pieces."

"All I want is to enjoy peace of mind after death."

“I just hope we can do better in the future.”

"Amen!"

Old Mark said, kneeling on the ground.

The God-killing Spear shone with bright golden light.

A beam of light suddenly enveloped Old Mark's body.

The next moment.

A golden halo suddenly appeared on Old Mark's head.

Old Mark heard the voice from Him:

I heard your answer!

From now on, you will receive my gift!

ah!

In the Church of Archangel Gabriel.

Old Mark, who was lying on the ground, suddenly yelled, then stood up in a panic and swayed.

He gasped for air,

I saw a large group of priests and nuns running towards me after being disturbed.

Old Mark suddenly yelled again and suddenly tore open his coarse robe, exposing his back.

Waves of exclamations immediately came out.

But the priests and nuns were surprised to see a dark red god-killing spear line spread from the back of the neck to the waist on old Mark's back!

Under gaze, this pattern actually gave everyone the illusion of shining golden light.

"Stigmata!"

"This must be the stigmata!"

An old priest shouted with piety.

Some people instinctively wanted to raise questions, but after looking at the pattern of the God-killing Spear on Old Mark's back, they were shocked to find that the image of the illusory God-killing Spear formed by this pattern appeared in their mind.

And...this image still lingers.

They couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and hurriedly confessed to the Holy Lord and the God-killing Spear.

"The stigmata appeared on old Mark's back?"

"Holy Lord, what's going to happen again?"

The red archbishop heard the news from his secretary, his face seemed calm.

Deep in my heart, there was a storm.

Once again he had doubts about his status.

Holy Lord!

Why, why is this all happening?

Obviously, obviously he is the red archbishop, the most authoritative person in the city of the Holy Lord.

But after all kinds of miraculous things happened, he was the last one to know about it!

Could it be that the cardinal team did something wrong in ancient times, so they were affected like this?

The red archbishop couldn't figure out the reason, so he had to leave the blame to his predecessors.

Suddenly, the red archbishop noticed a knock on the door. He quickly replied and said, "Please come in."

The cardinal archbishop was surprised to find that it was Father Roros who came in!

The red archbishop hurriedly stepped forward to salute, not daring to show off his authority to this ancestor.

Father Roros smiled slightly, but then he said something astonishing:

"Your Mightiness."

"Times have changed."

"The Holy War has begun, and the war between Heaven and the Four Horsemen will become more frequent."

"It's time to expand the legacy of Holy Master's priests and warriors."

"Amen!"

Father Roros' words sounded like heavenly music to the cardinal.

He asked excitedly in a low voice:

"Can we also learn the inherited knowledge?"

"All clergymen who are devout and talented have a chance."

Father Roros replied lightly, then left with a smile.

"Do you need talent?"

The cardinal was surprised, and after thinking about this answer, he became a little worried.

To become a cardinal, the faith must be firm and trustworthy.

But to say that one can become an extraordinary talent.

This is a question mark!

Fortunately.

Tonight, in the Gabriel Archangel Church, a secret society was held, hosted by Old Mark and watched by Father Roros.

The cardinal and other 800 believers who were trusted after verification gathered together to witness the phantom of the Spear of God Killing summoned by the glowing holy marks on Old Mark's back.

This sacred and great phantom of the Spear of God Killing played the role of a puppet of the gods.

Eight hundred pure white believer threads appeared in Xiao Yu's eyes, and all connected to the phantom of the Spear of God-killing, using it as a medium to communicate with the artifact Spear of God-killing in Xiao Yu's hand.

Suddenly, the artifact resonated and vibrated.

The eight hundred believers in the Cathedral of Gabriel were all bathed in the gentle holy light.

They all praised the name of the Spear of God-killing.

Then they bathed in the holy light and completed the first marrow cleansing and body refining.

Such operations made Xiao Yu feel that the God system was indeed much faster than the orthodox wizard and knight system in terms of rapid success.

It's just that the road to progress in the future will not be easy.

Look at the Victory Goddess Sect, there are only a few pseudo-third-level extraordinary people in hundreds of years.

You can see how hard it is.

I sat in the car all day today, so tired, the next update will be updated during the day.

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