Beginning, Infinite Skill Tree

The church of the sun god was originally within the range that the religious nation could tolerate, but in the face of huge interests-now it is still decisive [heresy].

'Instead of giving it to others, why not give this big cake to your dear neighbor'!

Soon someone passed on the pope's order and began to implement it.

Shortly after--

In the center of an important main city of Atlanta, the archbishop of this country, Brooklyn, was put on a campfire and tied up.

The once decent, gentle and graceful archbishop was still roaring when he was tied up: "The glaciers in the far north will not cool the flames in my heart, even if I am burned to death like that, I will not regret it!"

"You wolves in sheep's clothing, the struggle for our lord will never end!"

The tragic bell on the tower of the main city cut through the night sky and spread to thousands of households.

This is the signal for the execution of fire.The streets leading to Campo de' Fiori were full of people.

Brooklyn was tied to the stake in the center of the square, and he solemnly announced to the onlookers: "Darkness is about to pass, dawn is about to come, and the sun's brilliance will eventually defeat evil!"

Finally, he shouted, "Fire, can't conquer me, this is also the brilliance of our lord sun god!! Ah ah! The future world will understand me, and someone will know my value!"

The executioner plugged his mouth with a wooden plug and lit the fire.Bruno struggled desperately to death in the raging fire.

The thin whining sound seemed to mean that he would never bow his head to this group of robbers and heretics.

As a church in the bright camp...

He never dreamed that after their god died, the first people who couldn't wait to deal with them were not those dark churches——

But this neighboring country that also believes in the goddess of the moon, destiny, and harvest—the Northern Kingdom.

Relying on Atlanta's huge base of believers, their gods have the potential to recover.

As an innate god born from a concept, Boros, the sun god, did not completely die, just as if he fell into an inactive god spirit.

That is, the spirit of the "marrow" has been lost.

however--

If Atlanta’s beliefs are changed.

The believers who have lost the sun god who has a huge believer will never have the possibility of resurrecting their god.

Now that he is burned to death, the religious state that is preparing to teach in this land is not in Brooklyn's eyes the most evil robber and villain in the world!!

And all this was seen by a pair of eyes below.

Chapter 471 Ang!Reach the achievement [Twin Princess get]!

The Church of the North

Before being embezzled, the original name of the country probably no one remembers.

But some people will never forget.

It is only deeply hidden in the hearts of those people.

For example, a former queen ——

At the moment, I was playing very hot with Restia and Ji Zelou.

Pile wood, pile sand sculptures, play snowballs...

These can be done in the mirror space simulated by Flame.

You can imagine and construct anything you want.

At this moment, the former royal majesty, on the surface, was playing with Ji Zelu and Restia heartless and very happy, as if she had completely forgotten her heavy life experience and the terrible memories of being pursued and killed.

Actually--

'Okay... really had a good time.'

If he hadn't heard the story of the former queen from the outside world and the vampire tool man (Lori), Yan would have thought that the innocent and cute former queen was just an ordinary little princess.

After Gilgamesh's epic went on sale, Homura didn't care about sales and response issues.

Anyway, even if he doesn't ask--

Hitti and Pomelo Yeah would also run over excitedly, chat with him a bunch, then moved inexplicably, weeping, and desperately urging him to ask the story afterwards.

Now Homura has discovered something that interests him more!

His gaze stayed on Fenmaololi (the former queen), and then he looked at Hitie who was playing chess with him.

"Checkmate...This is the three hundredth time." The corner of Yan's mouth made a slight arc and took the last move. Then he took a sip of hot tea.

Hitti froze for a moment and spoke nervously;

"Nonsense... Obviously only one hundred and five lost!"

Hitti was a little embarrassed--

Although she has been losing, she has counted the number of times in her heart!How can it be so exaggerated three hundred times?!

"No, I'm not talking about the number of wins and losses on the board-in a total of 105 matches, you lost 105 times..."

"Shut up! You bastard!" Hitie's face collapsed, feeling that her majesty as a magician was completely swept away.

She gritted her teeth a bit, is it necessary to point it out so clearly?

"That's not the key. The most important thing is... you haven't thought about it, why do you always lose to me?" Yan sighed, looking at Hitti like a rebellious half-eldest child.

"Use your limited brain capacity, think hard..." In a very gentle and nice voice, he said words that can anger people.

"Are you despising me for being stupid?" A black thread was hung on Hitti's forehead.

"A total of one hundred and five matches, and your gaze has shifted from the board to three hundred times. Although it is difficult to beat me-but I will lose so badly, it's also because you didn't concentrate at all! Yan did not answer that question, but instead asked and questioned.

"...!" Hitti's face became stiff and a little flustered.

'Really, really so many times?'

She wasn't sure if Homura was bluffing her.

On the other side, Yan lowered his head and didn't seem to notice the change in Hitie's expression.

He just picked up the chess pieces on the chessboard leisurely and re-arranged them.