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"Huh? What's going on?"
A cavalryman watched this scene happen and couldn't help rubbing his eyes, wondering if he was dazzled. He had just seen the angel turn into a phantom, how come it turned back again
"Alright~ Stop making a fuss. Maybe my Lord has other plans~"
Another companion rolled his eyes at him, then turned his head and continued to pray devoutly, asking the God of Light to let him catch up with his beloved girl as soon as possible.
In just a short while, he was able to call "My Lord" very fluently, as if he had always been a believer in the God of Light.
The other cavalrymen around looked on in silence.
Knight Horn ignored them and kept his eyes downcast, as if thinking about something.
Nearby, many believers also saw the changes in the angel in the sky, but they did not pay attention to it. They just raised their heads and looked at the messenger from heaven excitedly.
In the sky, beautiful angels wrapped in holy white robes glided down from the sky with the heroic spirits. Their wings fluttered slightly, and the white robes fluttered in the wind. Their postures were so elegant that they seemed to be strolling in the garden.
In the sky, the falling white feathers of light suddenly became denser, and even the ethereal hymns coming from the void became clearer at this moment, as if they were right next to the ears.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the noble and beautiful angel flew over the square in just a moment.
She raised her hands to her chest and made a gesture with her slender fingers.
Instantly, a beam of white light burst out from her fingertips and landed on the altar in the center of the square. To be more precise, it landed on the statue of the God of Light standing high on the altar.
In an instant.
Golden light burst out from the tall statue of the god of light.
This golden light is magnificent and sacred, more dazzling than the sun, but it will not hurt people's eyes at all.
After a while, the golden light dissipated, and the statue carved from white stone seemed to have shed all the dust and dirt, becoming as white as clouds. The originally slightly rough surface of the rock also became extremely smooth and warm like a beautiful jade.
The surface of the statue exudes a holy white halo that is clearly visible even in bright sunlight.
The believers below the altar stared at this scene with wide eyes, holding their breath, as if they were afraid that the sound of their breathing would disturb the transformation of the statue.
At the moment when the statue's transformation was completed, a pure white beam of light rose from the statue and went straight into the sky.
High in the sky, the hazy fog behind the golden gate suddenly dissipated a little, revealing numerous phantoms that overlapped and vaguely looked like the shadow of a temple, majestic and magnificent, noble and sacred.
In the square in front of the temple, a figure can be vaguely seen standing.
The figure was far away and blurry, and one could not see his face clearly, but only a tall silhouette, emitting a divine power as vast as the ocean. That aura and temperament were exactly the same as the statue on the altar.
In a trance, it seemed as if there was a pair of compassionate and kind eyes, looking down at the world through the heavy shadows, across thousands of mountains and rivers.
The believers' breathing suddenly became rapid.
God of Light!
That is the God of Light!
Although they didn't see the face clearly, the moment they saw the figure, it was as if a voice in their hearts told them that it was the God of Light, their Father God, their supreme Lord!