The cathedral is brightly lit, and the spiritual power deposited by thousands of priests and the sacred attributes accumulated in the temple itself are integrated, making the church and the outside world form two distinct worlds. The outside world is being shrouded in heavy clouds, and the gloomy and oppressive abnormal celestial phenomenon seems to indicate that the world is about to face turmoil and tribulation, but the interior of the church, which is only separated by a wall, is full of gentleness and light.
But even if the church has the attributes of a "holy place", those bright lights can hardly eliminate the tension and anxiety of the priests.
The Pope has locked himself in the prayer room for more than twelve hours. During this period, dozens of strong magical shocks erupted from the prayer room. No one knew about this first "dialogue with God" in thousands of years Whether it will go well or not, for the newly appointed Pope Ottomus, this is a career challenge he has to face as a priest, and for the entire Glory Sect, this is to verify the inheritance of countless generations over countless years Is it the right moment - if the pope succeeds in listening to the divine will, and a miracle descends, then the countless years of inheritance of the sect will be recognized, and its foundation will not be shaken, and if the pope fails...
Then the Huiyao Sect will be over, and all the previous debates and doctrinal interpretations will be meaningless. As a church that serves the true God, when the true God denies its meaning, the value of the church will cease to exist.
When the young deacon came to the prayer room, there were already several bishops waiting here. He saluted the bishops respectfully, and asked one of them in a low voice: "Has your majesty come out yet?"
"The Pope is still praying." The bishop who was questioned replied blankly.
"Marshal Ophra is already in the church," said the young deacon, "she has the king's will."
"But no one can go in until the prayer is over," the bishop shook his head. "Perhaps the dialogue between the pope and the gods has reached a critical moment."
The young deacon nodded slightly, and waited in front of the prayer room with the bishops.
And in the prayer room, the dialogue between Pope Ottomus and the gods has indeed reached the most critical moment.
The Goddess of Creation is teaching him special prayers that can resist the spiritual erosion of the Lord of Madness, and at the same time, there are also a large number of powerful magic spells and rituals that have been lost in ancient times.
Otumus was baptized from birth, and received theological education in the Glory Sect as a page boy at the age of five, but in his decades of long life, he has never been so excited as he is today—knowledge imparted by the gods It is so precious, especially those parts that have been lost in thousands of years of inheritance are of extraordinary significance. Generations of priests have exhausted their efforts to restore those divine art models from a little bit of remaining ancient scrolls. Almost all Everyone thinks that those ancient knowledges cannot be completely restored, and that the loss of those knowledges is the punishment that mortals must bear for their arrogance, but who would have thought that they would be restored in this form one day
Instead of blaming the people for their stupidity and forgetting their roots, the gods re-taught them all by themselves.
Ottomus thought that he was probably the luckiest Pope in the history of the Glorious Sect.
As for the gods who occasionally muttered such unintelligible words as "It's much simpler than Wusan", "One lesson and one practice are very useful", "There are actually four solutions to this question", Ottomus thinks That is the embodiment of the profound thoughts of the gods—I don’t understand it anyway.
But before recording the divine spell model, he carefully recorded the prayers that could resist the erosion of madness. After all, he had to survive to be able to discuss things like inheriting knowledge.
As the brilliance of divine magic gradually dissipated, Otumus looked at the enchanted scrolls that had been recorded in various spell models and prayer scriptures, and at the same time said devoutly in his heart: "My lord, I have already recorded these things. "
"Very well, then I will issue an order to all believers in the world at the same time, they will know what is about to happen in this world, but not everyone can use high-level magic - so I will hand over the original scriptures of the prayer to you." Here you are, you have to send them to all bishops and clergy above bishops, and within a month, you must master the method of using these prayers and set up defenses all over the world.
"Remember, from the moment you accept these prayers, you have assumed the responsibility of protecting the people. You will face the erosion of the soul level by that crazy monster, and face the most terrifying side of this universe...
"If someone feels that he is not determined, he should withdraw early. I will not blame him, because this kind of wise withdrawal will prevent loopholes in the defense line of the mortal world in advance—but if you choose to accept, you must persist until the end , and I will always be with you.
"Remember, you are not alone."
Ottomus felt that his heart was being touched like never before, and he bowed devoutly in front of the holy portrait: "Lord, I am ready!"
"Then let's go, I still have two questions to write..."
Uttum touched his forehead to the ground in awe, then stood up, but just before he left the prayer room, the goddess of creation suddenly swept over again: "Wait a minute, Uttum, there is one more thing thing."
The pope stopped immediately and turned to the holy portrait: "My lord, please order."
"What the hell is painted on this messy thing like an abstract painting in front of you?"
"… Why?"
At this moment, Ottomus felt that his life as a priest was facing the biggest challenge ever!
"Lord...we drew you..."
"… Why?"
At this moment, Leah, who was hundreds of millions of light years away, also felt that she, as a goddess, was facing the biggest challenge in history!
After a bit of embarrassment (well, in Ottomus's opinion, it was a huge embarrassment), the two sides finally reached a mutual understanding and agreement on the issue of the holy icon, which will replace the In order to ease the awkward atmosphere of the abstract patterns handed down from the "Age of Chaos", Ottomus had to find a new topic: "My lord, today's abnormal celestial phenomena..."
The goddess' voice sounded a little confused: "What's wrong with the sky?"
"Is it also a harbinger of turmoil and chaos to come? We need to explain all this to the believers..."
The voice from the Goddess of Creation came after a delay of two seconds again: "Ah, my power sweeps across the world, and occasionally it will cause some weather anomalies due to the reaction with the free energy in the atmosphere. In fact, it has no omen function. "
Ottomus: "... so what should we do?"
"So you go home and collect your clothes! Why is this kid so stupid!"
Ottomus: "…"
The door of the prayer room finally opened.
The young deacon and several bishops who had been waiting outside the door walked forward quickly. They saw Pope Ottomus with a tired expression that he had never seen before.
Communicating with God is indeed a heavy burden for mortals, even the most powerful pope in the church can't bear it—the bishops invariably came up with such thoughts after seeing Otumus's staggering steps.
"My lord," a bishop approached the pope, "the oracle..."
"God has descended," Otumus said without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, and at the same time took out the scroll filled with surging holy power from his bosom. The sexual power shocked everyone immediately, and the devout priests at the scene couldn't help but bend down, "This is the knowledge bestowed by Him. The Lord also issued a will, ordering us to unite and prepare to meet the greatest challenge in the history of this world. I will hold a synod of bishops to let you know the details later.”
The bishops bowed down and prayed devoutly, their voices were full of joy and firmness: "Praise my Lord."
Uttum took a breath, tried to calm down and continued, "My lord has two other decrees..."
The bishops said in unison: "Please make it clear, Your Majesty."
"First, the iconography of the saint should be redrawn, as we have discussed in our previous meetings, our current image of the iconoclasm is a collective hallucination created by the mental disturbance of the 'Eldest Son', who was polluted by evil forces, The holy iconography was also distorted—the goddess didn't blame us for it, but we had to redraw the image of the god."
While talking, he took out another scroll: "The gods have sent down a revelation, and the new icon can be drawn accordingly."
A bishop took the scroll and unfolded it solemnly as if holding a key that could guide the fate of the world. He saw a very beautiful little girl on the scroll, and she was facing the viewer with one hand on her hip Reach out and make a V letter in the direction.
Bishops: "..."
Ottomus: "…"
"The will of the gods is the will of the gods," Ottomus said firmly after a long time, "Just do it."
Some of the bishops finally came to their senses: "Then... what about the other decree?"
"Goddess told us not to guess the weather, and tell everyone to go home and collect the clothes."
Bishops: "..."
Ottomus closed his eyes, and he seemed to be ten years older in an instant: "The will of the gods is the will of the gods."
The bishops finally dispersed, and Ottomus finally let out a sigh of relief. In just a short ten minutes, he felt that there was indeed a big gap between himself and the previous pope—even though their qualifications were similar, there was still a gap between him and his predecessor. My own character really needs to be tempered.
He also noticed the young deacon who was still there, and when the other side came towards him, he took the initiative to say: "Marshal Ovra must have been waiting for a long time, right?"
"She's waiting for you at the cathedral—refused our offer to send her to the lounge."
"In the Huiyao sect that advocates Qingxiu, the rest room is not much more comfortable than the lobby." The pope nodded slightly, and walked forward, "Let's go to see her together, a war is about to start, God is already on the battlefield of God When the top is in place, the people should also be on the front line of the people.”