At 5 a.m., there are three hours left before the ceremony begins.

Julia lay on her side on the bedding. Although she was mentally exhausted, she did not sleep as her body wishes. Instead, she always forced herself to stay awake, occasionally using the clock meditation that Donald taught her to restore her spirits, thinking about the situations she might face in the future and how to get out of the current predicament.

She watched with her own eyes Donald and others be locked in the Inquisition. This time no one stood in front of her as she did before, and it was her turn to stand alone.

But she was not completely alone.

Due to the double limitations of talent and mental power, the connection between the ghost servant who had been conquered in the ruins of the disease has been disconnected, but there is another ghost that is different.

The bedside table covered by the moonlight cast into the shadow on the ground, and a wisp of gray mist winds upwards, passing through the magical shackles on Julia's wrist, and rows of words changed from the center of her open palm.

"I see......"

After a long time, Julia opened her mouth and expressed her meaning in her lips. The fog immediately dissipated and hid in the shadow again.

**

When~Dou~Dou~Dou~

The melodious bell rang out from the Temple of Justice, crossed the square in front of the Temple, and alarmed groups of white doves, and then spread to the entire Rapagad.

This is the bell of morning waking, which is available every day, but today is obviously different.

Because after three bells, the sound of horns came out immediately. It was not the kind of entertainment horns that would make high-pitched and sharp sounds used during celebrations, but some were more likely to be the low but extremely powerful horns of war played during battlefield combat.

Of course, this is not to call the citizens of Rapagaard to fight with whom, but it is just a notified horn commonly used by the Temple of Justice.

It tells all residents of Rapagaard.

At this moment, please stop working as much as possible, look in the direction where the Temple of Justice is located, and pray sincerely.

The ceremony is about to begin.

So the entire Rapagaard residents spontaneously walked out of their residences, holding the sect of Justice in their left hand, and generally holding two different props in their right hand.

A palm-sized white warhammer or a brass balance of the same size.

The former represents just execution, while the latter represents fairness and order.

At this moment, clouds slowly gathered over the area where Rapagaard was. At first, it looked like they were just aimlessly wandering around, and then someone discovered that these clouds were gathering purposefully above their heads.

"miracle!"

At first one was talking, then a hundred people and a thousand people shouted, and then the whole city fell into a sea of ​​excitement and excitement.

This is very similar to that afternoon in Komuer.

The gate of the Temple of Justice slowly opened, and an old man in a plain gray shirt walked barefoot from the corridor outside.

The way was filled with believers of the Justice Sect. Every time the old man passed by, the believers, the knights of that place would raise the hammer that was vaguely radiating light and pray loudly. The pastor of the believers, the brass scale was placed on his chest, and opened the scriptures with his other hand, and recited any chapter above.

The old man stood outside the gate.

Ben's body slowly and firmly straightened up again at this time. He was like a huge rock beside a deep pool. Outsiders were always surprised by the unfathomable depth of the pool water and ignored the huge rock. But when the huge rock really fell into the deep pool, people would discover its true power!

Walking into the hall of the Temple of Justice and walking to the center, there are more than a dozen people standing beside them with velvet lining in their hands, and a hand-embroidered red blanket on the outside. On the blanket, there is a pure white warhammer that is just placed there, still radiating light. When you look at it, you will feel that you have received an invisible torture in your heart...

Some people wear high crowns for the elderly.

Some people wear simple but complicated robes for the elderly.

......

When everything was ready and the old man stepped out again, his momentum suddenly arose!

At this moment, in the sight of everyone around him, he was no longer the simple and kind old man, but the supreme man of the Justice Sect in the past thirty years, the Pope of Justice - Mathil Harris!

His back is infinitely tall!

The ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner, with the Pope walking in front, and other clergy in the Temple of Justice lined up in line with the left and right sides behind him according to their status. When they arrived at the statue of the God of Justice in the center of the square, they scattered and surrounded them into a circle.

“Justice lasts forever.”

Standing in front of the statue, the Pope used his hand to draw a special prayer gesture of the Justice Denomination on his chest and whispered to himself.

The next second, all the priests of the Temple of Justice, including the Pope, began to chant passionate hymns, which was the first day of each month, the hymns chanted during a ceremony called the Vision of Justice.

The sound was quickly passed, and all the believers began to join the chants chanting in the whole of Lapagaard from top to bottom.

So people soon discovered that the war hammer in their hands began to emit white light at the same time.

For ordinary believers who have almost never been exposed to such events, this is already a miracle that can conquer their hearts and infinitely enhance their faith.

But this is far from the end, and soon the passionate hymn turned into a low and loud hymn, which was the thirteenth day of each month, the day that was named the day of disability required rituals.

At this time, an image of iron gloves shining with blood-red auras appeared above Rapagaard.

This scene was seen by everyone, and the fanatical atmosphere continued to rise.

In the square outside the Temple of Justice, the Pope took a portrait from the side, with a pair of crying eyes on it. After looking at it for a few seconds, he then put it in front of his eyes for a few seconds and then suddenly let go.

The portraits that should have fallen to the ground stagnated in front of the pope, and then gradually took off, and reached a position where all believers in Lapagaddie could see the battle.

A fire ignited from the corner of the portrait, followed by a strong wind swept over Rapagaard. The already gathered clouds merged, and finally formed a face that almost all the believers of the Justice Sect looked very familiar.

"The gods are watching us~~~~"

This thought arose in everyone's hearts.

The Pope took a step back and made way out of the position. The Knights behind him immediately made a gap, allowing Julia and Tiffany to enter the ceremony.

The next step is the most critical step.

The shackles are untied, and the talent and mental power are regained freedom,

Julia's hands kept forming special seals that she had learned when she was in Demingham, unbuttoning the seal on her body and releasing the soul of the Holy Son from her body.

Tiffany Garcia was experiencing her talent, her hands were opened, and a body that was just a baby appeared from her arms.

Above the clouds, the real supreme existence looked at this scene and suddenly blurred, turning into a dazzling stream of light and falling from the sky.

Thousands of miles away, in the castle in the capital of the Ryan Empire.

Several astrologers suddenly looked dull, and there seemed to be thousands of stars in their eyes, and they woke up immediately after arriving at the same time.
Chapter completed!