I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

This is a strange country where machinery and magic coexist.

Here, you can see people with no cultivation skills driving cars driven by magic stones speeding down the streets.

You can also see children in the sky, stepping on a skateboard that can fly, and the sound of laughter echoing high in the sky.

Ordinary people gave up traditional firewood, used magic-powered kitchenware, put food in the box, and heated it by pressing a button.

Farther afield, battleships in the air, like beasts of steel, perform daily exercises.

Soldiers in mechanical magic equipment, maintaining their own equipment, were upright, and the badges on their shoulders were polished sharply.

The noble students and teenagers in the Holy Academy are well-dressed and well-mannered.

The girls stepped on high-heeled shoes, walking along the path, making the sound of Tata, and their skirts were scented.

On the training ground, magic flew wildly and vindictiveness splashed all over.

This is the Divine Lord Continent, a continent of magic and fighting spirit, and a continent ruled by theocracy.

In a magnificent church in the central city of God's Land.

The interior decoration of the church is extremely exquisite. The exquisitely carved pillars are like a forest of white sacred stones. All painting places are covered with murals.

The holy water flows over the statue, drips into the holy pool, making a soft sound.

The fresco windows made of spar on both sides, the sun shines through them, and the projection of mythology is sprinkled on the floor in the church. Everything is so dreamy and quiet.

This is the sacred cathedral in the Holy Land of Thatcher, and the dominion of the West.

On the luxurious throne, sitting an old figure, wearing a holy white robe, the old man’s head has many wrinkles, like a centenarian in a mortal kingdom.

But those wise eyes and the inadvertent aura that made him sit in the supreme position, there was no violation.

At this time, a knight in holy armor walked into the church and bowed on one knee to the supreme old man.

"Your Majesty the Pope, your followers pay high tribute to you."

After the Paladins saluted, they reported: "The latest news comes that the Beihai Monster Race deliberately surrendered to the Easterners and promised to sign a heaven and earth contract."

"That Golden Crow has so little confidence in our Holy Empire?"

The pope said gently, his speech speed was very slow, and his tone was very gentle, just like an old man in the country telling a story to a child in front of a campfire.

But the Paladin knight trembled unconsciously.

"Bishop Charlie said that he has conveyed our conditions and intentions, but the demon's gaze has been in the east, and he doesn't seem to believe that we can solve the great abyss problem for him."

The Paladins explained in detail that he secretly scolded the Bishop Charlie in his heart, knowing that he was not doing things well, but in the end he had to accept the pope's condemnation by himself.

"It doesn't matter, whether it is Beihai or Jiuxiao Continent, when facing the ultimate disaster, we must kneel under our feet."

The pope's body slowly straightened, and the whole church was filled with momentum for a moment.

The holy light shined, making the holy armor knight feel both scared and warm.

The Paladins felt their minds gradually relax, and finally looked at the upper pope feverishly and shouted: "Yes, your majesty the Pope!"

The pope seemed to feel a little tired, and leaned back behind the throne, and said lightly: "Let the saint come to see me."

The Paladins saluted and retreated, until he walked out of the church, he was a little regained and broke out in a cold sweat.

The pope sat on the throne and waited quietly, his eyes diverging, as if he was looking far away.

"There are so many lost lambs to save..."

He said to himself lightly.

"Your Majesty the Pope."

A gentle female voice sounded in the empty church, which made the pope regain his senses.

The girl's curly blond hair was very long and almost fell to the ground. She was wearing a water-blue teaching gown, which seemed to be made of some special material. It was very close to the body and made her devilish curve more obvious.

The girl's facial features are beautiful, with a pair of eyes between blue and green, looking through the curtain of long eyelashes, there is a sense of illusion and unreality, which makes people look at it and inadvertently immerse in it.

Angel-like face, devil-like figure.

She held a cross in her left hand, as if praying all the time, and held a thick Bible in her right arm.

"You are here, my child. Are you still used to staying at the monastery over ISABEL?"

The pope said kindly and gently, as if a father was asking about his daughter's current situation.

"It's a beautiful place, and it's quiet."

Jeanne replied softly with his eyebrows drooping.

"How is the book reading?"

The Pope then asked.

"I have understood a lot of true meaning."

Joan said, taking out the Bible in his hand, trying to show something, but was interrupted by the pope's hand.

"Go to Sister Lucia, she will tell you what to do."

After the pope said, he stopped looking at Joan, which meant she could leave.

Joan bowed without questioning, and walked away slowly.

After walking out of the church, the holy knights standing on both sides of the church focused on her.

Even though these sacred knights have a deep vindictive cultivation base and a firm belief will, they still can't take their eyes off.

Joan seemed so holy, but it caused evil thoughts in their inexplicable hearts, and even some of them gradually became heavy breathing and their eyes were red.

"Ding--"

As if there was a sound, a holy light was shining from the cross in Joan's hand, shining on these holy knights, and they woke up.

Joan stepped helplessly to pick up her mechanical magic speed car, cutting off their attention from them.

The holy knights suddenly woke up, feeling a little horrified, but inexplicably lost in their hearts.

As the speeding car gradually lifted off, Jeanne looked down on the holy city through the window.

Surrounding the sacred cathedral is an endless group of western-style palaces. The believers come and go, and the whole city seems to be under the blessing of holy light.

Jeanne's eyes were a little intoxicated for a moment, she liked the world.

The bare hand gently stroked the aqua-blue teaching gown on her body. In this world, she can put on clothes and no longer have to live without clothes.

It's not like reading those religious books in the previous life, but without any redemption. She flipped the cross in her hand. The magic of this world made her not have to hide in a small house forever.

The Bible in her hands gave her the ability to dominate her destiny, instead of being ruthlessly teased.

She likes this world, the taste of freedom is so wonderful, no more researchers can point to her, no nasty comparative experiments.

"I don't know what happened to that hapless guy..."

Her eyes gradually became distant.