The rising sun shines on this church city with a history of hundreds of years.

The huge sun rose from the horizon, and the huge sun wheel covering half the sky radiated a hazy halo like clouds. The wood grain-like lines on the corona looked down at the land that had experienced blood and fire, the century-old streets of Lu'an City, the ancient church spires, mottled city walls and towers, and the stone roads stained by blood and flames. Everything was bathed in this boundless and warm morning light, a light gold color spread throughout the city with the morning light. This scene made people unable to help but think of the picture that Saint Dumont four centuries ago portrayed to the world before his death.

I saw a giant city, endlessly wide, with light spreading out from the bricks and stones of the city, and the whole city seemed to be cast in light.

However, the scene depicted by Saint Dumont eventually passed away with his long sleep. All the imaginations of the Kingdom of Holy Light could only stop at the verge of a dying person before his death. For the residents of Lu'an at this time, they had no time to care about what a saint who had died for four hundred years saw before his death. They just gathered in the square in front of the cathedral, cheering for their victory and survival in the rising sun.

"We won!! Blessed by the Holy Light, we won! Long live Cecil!!"

Cheers resounded throughout the square, even throughout the church area. The volunteer mercenaries and adventurers raised their swords and shields in their hands, and beat them hard to express their excitement. The farmers and craftsmen also waved their pitchforks and hammers in the air, laughing with everyone. The merchants and gentry from the Carroll area seemed to have forgotten the barriers of their status at this moment. They threw their canes, hats, and handkerchiefs into the sky, and then enthusiastically embraced everyone around them with an excitement that no one had ever experienced before. Although no one could describe what this excitement was, its meaning was self-evident: the "lower man" in this world finally successfully resisted the "higher man" once.

In a corner of the church square, under the close supervision (and protection) of more than a dozen white knights and a large group of volunteer mercenaries, a small group of bloody, ragged clothes and even dying priests were huddled together, watching everything that was happening in front of them in horror.

They are the only remaining priests and priests in Lu'an Cathedral, and were reserved for the future "public trial". In addition to them, most of the priests and priests have died during the battle. Many of them were killed by the white knights on the spot, some were besieged and wiped out by adventure teams composed of mercenaries and adventurers, and a small number were killed by angry people with stones, sticks and hoes when they were exhausted.

This small group of survivors witnessed everything, and the power of the angry people terrified them from the bottom of their hearts: the stick and stone may not be as powerful as a spell, but what it manifests behind it is terrifying.

On the corner of the square, on a tall spire, several young men from the Cecil newspaper and their mentors used magic network terminals to record the scene in the square. Looking at the crowd bathed in the sun and the ancient city shining brightly in the morning light, a young man couldn't help but sigh: "What a miracle."

Another young man shook his head: "However, someone will definitely call this atrocity."

"This is indeed atrocities, or violence. Any major change, involving order change and social rules reorganization, will inevitably be accompanied by violence, and there will be no exception in thousands of years of history," said Godwin Orlando, the most famous scholar in the South. He said in a calm tone that the scholar who has studied history and grammar for most of his life, sees the things in front of him very clearly. As a traditional scholar, he believes that he has the obligation to teach these to the apprentices he trusts most. "The difference is that it is

,The changes that have occurred in history are all on the same level. One lord attacks another lord, and one royal member attacks another lord. No matter how large the scale, the change in social order is very small. It usually does not exceed the claim of several decrees or the titles of several titles. It is more like the transfer of power and clever disguise. What happens here today is a violent change from the bottom to the upper level. Although it is driven by our lords, the change itself is participated by the masses and completed, and the result is even more amazing: it directly destroys an old order."

"After the old order collapses, there will be vacant, so a new order must be filled in time. This is what the mentor told us last time."

"Yes, but that's what our lord and the Protestant Patriarch are most worried about," Godwin Orlando smiled calmly. "What we have to do now is just to record this scene at this moment..."

Seeing the apprentices appearing thoughtful and busy again, Godwin Orlando nodded slightly, then he took out his notes, thought for a moment, and wrote on it:

On the 30th of the Frost Month, Requiem Day, tens of thousands of people from the northern part of the southern border rushed to the Cathedral of the Holy Light. The faith of the God of the Holy Light was overturned, and the authority of the "God" will then fall to the ground...

Godwin Orlando hesitated for a moment, raised his pen, crossed out the word "Faith of God of Light" and changed it to "Rules of Faith".

...

In the city of St. Sunil, the Cathedral of the Holy Light, and the Hall of the Great Light, the bishops are reporting news from the eastern part of the plain to Pope St. Ivan III.

Since the Holy Light Church's Holy Spirit Army broke the rules, participated in this Ansu civil war and joined the Kingdom Army camp, the war balance that had already begun to be crooked has returned to a delicate balance.

The east legion, which had successfully reached the entrance of Jumu Road, was finally curbed when it was about to enter the central part of the Holy Spirit Plain. The soldiers of the Kingdom Army, supported by the Holy Light, formed a human wall with their boosted morale and strong battlefield recovery ability. They broke the situation of the East Legion in front of the Jumu Road. After paying the price of the lives of thousands of soldiers, the commander of the Kingdom Army, Earl Thorin, successfully repelled the East Legion and pushed the front east for thirty miles to the east. The front line was pushed back to the "safe distance" far from the hinterland of the Holy Spirit Plain, and then had to settle down again.

Because the harvest day had passed, the Kingdom Army missed the last opportunity to regain grain production in the eastern region, the grains grown on Solin Castle and large areas of fertile fields around fell into the hands of the rebels in the East.

The Eastern Legion, which filled his stomach and restored morale, once again gained a firm foothold on the Holy Spirit Plain.

The stalemate of the war made the leaders of the Silver Fort at a loss, and probably also made the leaders of the rebels in the East. However, as a force that had just joined the war, the leaders of the Holy Light Church were very open to the current stalemate.

"The activity of the Holy Cult Army on the front is obvious to all. Now the people in the Giant Mudaokou area have become particularly strong in their willingness to convert to the Holy Light. Every day, a large number of new baptized people appear, including many believers of the alien gods who have changed their faith and soldiers of the Kingdom Army," a bishop said loudly, with joy in his voice. "Earl Thorin wrote a document of commendation and thanks to our priest for helping him with the defense."

"The temporary stalemate can make people realize the significance of the appearance of the priests and the Holy See knights on the battlefield," St. Ivan III's low and slow voice echoed in the Great Hall of Light, "but also note that the stalemate will make people question the power of the Lord. And we must be wary that heretics are also taking advantage of this opportunity to grow and grow..."

"Yes, under the Crown, a large number of believers of alien gods have entered the eastern region, and recently, hostile priests holding the power of the God of War and Blood God appeared on the front line. They may imitate the Holy Cult Army and form the Eastern Realm priests..."

Saint Ivan III was silent for a moment, as if listening to the hazy whisper from the distant kingdom of God. After half a minute, he broke the silence: "The Lord does not care. Those heresy have not found the right way. They gathered together but are just mobs. We should only continue to spread the Lord's gospel and intercept those heresy who attempt to escape to the east..."

The meeting in the Great Hall of Light was held in a solemn atmosphere. Under the guidance of the old but wise Pope, all matters were finally arranged properly, and finally, the meeting ended.

Veronica Moen, who was named "Living Saint", remained beside St. Ivan III after all the bishops left the hall.

In the long silence, Saint Ivan III was hunched in the wide and gorgeous seat as if half-wakeful. The magnificent holy light shone on him, and a long shadow light was cast behind his seat. It was clearly shining from directly above, but the shadow extended out a long curved distance, and divided into many branches. It was like a strange tree, with the tips of the treetops hanging full of palms, eyes, faces, and open mouths shaking, changing illusions.

Veronica turned her head slightly and glanced at the shadow behind the Pope's seat, with no expression on her face.

According to the divine teachings, no one can stand behind the Pope's chair, and no one is allowed to peek at the back of the Pope's seat except the living saints and archbishops, because it is considered a place where "God" is invisible and stands. The original text of the Holy Light describes it as follows: the God of the Holy Light stands behind the Pope, staring at His people and kingdom with the help of the Pope's eyes.

At a certain moment, Saint Ivan III seemed to fall asleep completely, a quiet and peaceful atmosphere enveloped him, and a faint holy music came from the air. This state lasted only a few seconds, and the old pope suddenly raised his head: "The light of the Lord is dim..."

Veronica bent down slightly and said, "Southern?"

"...It's the south. I saw the Lord's glory shaken on that land, with blood and fire spreading on the earth, and the sound of swords and weapons..." Saint Ivan III had opened his eyes, but his tone seemed to be a little murmur, "A phenomenon that has never happened before...even in the East..."

Veronica finally had a hint of shock in her expression that seemed to be quiet and calm forever.

Prince Edmund of the East Realm has begun to officially expel the Holy Light Priest and issued an order to eradicate the Holy Light Faith. Those who follow the Holy Light God can only pray in their hearts secretly. It can be said that on that land, the blow to the Holy Light God faith is unprecedented, but in the south... a more terrifying and more complete faith decline than the East Realm?!

What happened behind the magnificent wall of the Rock Fortress? Could it be that the resurrected founding duke slaughtered all the believers of the God of Holy Light?

Soon, Veronica put away the astonishment in her eyes and continued to say in a calm and quiet voice: "I would like to go to the south and witness the changes there with my own eyes."

"You may not be allowed to enter the hinterland of the Southern Territory, but as long as the distance is close enough, you should be able to sense what factors affect the Lord's brilliance," said Saint Ivan III in a deep voice. The eyes of this seemingly old man, who was dying, had a powerful radiance of holy light flashed in his eyes. "Find it and investigate it. If it is really a sensational act of extinction of faith by Duke Gowenceil, then give priority to protecting his own safety, and discuss countermeasures after he comes back. If it is a blasphemy that has entered the world... then destroy it."

"Yes, the crown," Veronica bent down slightly, "for the glory of the Lord."
Chapter completed!