My Archangel

This is one of the largest cities in the world.

Regardless of the area, or the degree of prosperity... it far exceeds the main city of Lisiren.

The only church in this main city is also one of the largest churches on the entire continent.

As for the reason, it is naturally the name of this empire.

Heys... That's the name of a deity.

However, the outside world is more habitually calling it the "Blood Phoenix" for this god or this country.

This is the country where Blood Phoenix Heys shelters, one of the three deities on the bright side of this continent.

Different from an ordinary country, as one of the three kingdoms of God, the most important thing for this country... is not military strength or economy, but day after day, year after year prayers to the great gods.

——The god will never abandon her most lovable people, never abandon her most devout believers.

——So, pray to the gods.

——No matter what, as long as the soul prays to the gods sincerely, as long as the faith is dedicated to the gods diligently, the gods will eventually respond.

The above are all the external rhetoric of this country's God Court organization, and their authenticity is not guaranteed.

"...It's so beautiful, so beautiful, why am I so beautiful...?"

At this time, in the very center of this church, a little strange-sounding voice was passing vaguely.

It is obviously not yet time to open the church today, but at this moment, in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the middle of the church, a woman dressed as a nun is pressing her body in front of the mirror, her body twisted and her cheeks flushed.

She stared at the mirror intently, with a faint love in her eyes.

The original dignified and elegant nun's dress became more tight when pulled from the fingertips, the graceful curve was outlined, and the slender white legs were looming under the skirt.

In this empty church, he showed his own nature that was rarely deliberately exposed to others. Such behavior gave the nuns at this time a burst of strange pleasure that was indescribable.

The idols not far away look like a display.

A subtle smell of blood permeated the church.

What few people know is that under this church, no...the entire country is deep underground...is empty.

It's a huge underground room.

The only thing that exists there is a pool of blood.

Every day, the citizens who go to pray in churches throughout the country... the weak power of faith that they generate when they pray, which cannot be observed with the naked eye, will eventually be intertwined and pass through each church. The idols in... all poured into the blood pool.

At this moment, in the center of the blood pool, a humanoid silhouette that was becoming transparent little by little at an imperceptible speed was sleeping.

That is the body of Heys.

Although her body was unscathed, her godhead was being decomposed bit by bit and merged into the blood pool... reacting with the power of faith that was constantly converging, and finally... condensed into one by one in the blood pool. A blood-red spar.

Under normal circumstances, most of the gods who dare to establish the kingdom of God and receive the prayers of countless believers every day use these huge numbers, and the effect will also replace the power of the gods to some extent with the consumption of the gods. To refine your own "artifact".

However, Heys used all these things to decompose her godhead and condensate.

Rather than arming herself, she has what she wants to do.

For her, this is not an innate mission, but a purer hatred.

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"Master Hetty, that... it's time to pray today. The citizens outside the church have lined up a long queue..."

Above the pool of blood, in the church, a weak-sounding voice suddenly came from behind the nun Hetty.

"…is it?"

Hearing this voice, Hetty, who had been clinging to the mirror all over herself, was almost instinctively stiff, but soon she relaxed again and looked back at another with embarrassed expression and eyes. The wandering little nun.

"Then, open the door of the church and let them in."

The hem of the skirt was opened lightly with the fingertips, and the flushed cheeks gradually returned to calm. The dignified and holy smile that seemed to heal people's souls with a frown and a smile appeared again on the face of the nun Hetty.

A faint ray of sunlight shined on the nun through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making her look beautiful at this time.

"I understand."

After blinking, the little nun who was almost used to the scene before her nodded slightly, then turned around and ran to the entrance of the gate outside the church.

"Lily, haven't you reminded you before? Don't run in a holy church. Be elegant."

Seeing this scene, Sister Hetty reminded softly.

Although the voice of the words was not loud, her voice still clearly reached the little nun's mind.

"Um... I see."

The pace of her feet slowed down. Although she was slandering in her heart, the little nun nodded obediently, put her hands in front of her, and walked out of the church slowly.

Outside the church, watching the believers who had formed several long lines in an orderly manner outside the gate entrance, the nun Lily took a deep breath and imitated the smile of a certain predecessor. Take out the key and gently opened the door.

"Welcome everyone, Master Heys will always protect everyone."

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The Bazel Empire, the main city.

As one of the three kingdoms of gods on the bright side, like Heys, this country also has a more vivid abbreviation—the kingdom of "phantom gods".

As the main city of this country, although there has been a slight gap with Heys who came from behind, it is also prosperous.

Especially the churches in every city.

If you look at the area alone and the number of prayers that can be accommodated in each church at the same time, this country will even significantly exceed Heys.

However, today is a special case.

The churches in the main city are empty, and it is extremely rare that they are not open to the public.

Because there are guests.

A good relationship with Bazel can even be said to be a guest who shares common ideals.

That was... the master of another kingdom of God.