Chapter 369
Before the blessing ceremony, the temple's followers would praise the God of Light in the most devout and solemn manner by chanting.
"Under Your holy light, all things are glorious; You are the ruler of all beings; You are..."
They praised him, and the fervent believers below joined in the praise.
Munasha, holding his scepter, also praised it with the utmost devotion.
Amidst the resounding voices, the believers looked up at the towering statue of the God of Light and uttered their final words.
"—Respectfully presented to the great God of Light, your devout follower."
Munashe gazed intently at Lingwu, his azure eyes brimming with fervent faith.
He uttered a final sentence that was almost identical to everyone else's, yet also contrary to their views:
"Your Majesty Cynthia, your devout follower, Munashe."
"yours truly."
Amid the devout and fervent cheers of the believers, Lingwu clearly saw the murmured praises of Munashe.
The moment Mu Nashe and Ling Wu looked at each other, Mu Nashe smiled, her face, which had been covered in ice and snow, suddenly warmed up like spring.
His Holiness the Pope, who reigns above imperial power, betrayed his God before the eyes of all believers and proclaimed his loyalty to a false saint.
It's exciting, and it's also very flashy.
Lingwu silently shifted her gaze and looked up at the statue of the God of Light, which was stroking her head.
He should now enter this sculpture.
The next moment, amidst the frenzy of all the believers, the sculpture, which had not shone with divine light for a century, burst forth with a sacred platinum-gold radiance!
The right hand of God, so perfect that words could not describe it, landed precisely above the saintess wearing a divine crown.
The hand gently stroked it.
As the believers prostrated themselves on the ground, praying fervently, Munasha also knelt calmly.
Only Ling Wu remained standing.
Only Lingwu could hear His voice. He asked, "Cynthia, how are you feeling today?"
"happy."
"Do you have any wishes to make today?" He asked again.
The divine voice, high above, contained an undeniable gentleness.
Lingwu had no wishes, but Cynthia did.
Cynthia's wish was to blaspheme.
However, it is clear that this wish cannot be told to Him.
"Cynthia's wish is that you, God of Light, may also be happy."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lingwu could feel the divine right hand that was stroking her head stop.
Lingwu didn't try to guess what He was thinking.
All she knew was that when Celia appeared and asked her to heal Mag, the cooperation of the God of Light was necessary.
This wish, "May the God of Light also be happy," is a prelude to His agreement to return to Mag's body later.
The God of Light inside the sculpture pondered many things.
He thought that if Celia had the opportunity to make a wish to Him, she would most likely wish that all the believers in St. Peter's Square would be blessed.
He also considered many of Cynthia's ideas.
He thought that Cynthia might wish for the blessing ceremony to proceed smoothly, or she might wish that He would appear in person to crown her.
But she squandered a promise from the gods with just a trivial wish.
Does she really not know how important His promise is?
Cynthia's intelligence was evident from a young age; how could she not understand?
But she sweetly said, "I hope that you, God of Light, can also be happy."
Compared to Celia's kindness to everyone, Cynthia simply wanted Him to be happy.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to be favored as well.
"Cynthia is very smart."
She was so clever that He elevated her status to an unparalleled height.
The divine light slowly faded, and ten white-gold rays of light flew out from the sculpture, heading in different directions.
At the end of the line, Celia had stopped crying long ago when she witnessed the divine light appear.
She stared blankly at the white-gold ball of light that appeared in front of her.
This familiar, intimate, and warm ball of light brought her a long-lost sense of peace deep within her soul.
Compared to her composure, the young lady in front of her almost wanted to jump up!
"Oh my god! I... I've been chosen! I'm about to be personally blessed by Her Majesty the Holy Maiden! Oh my god!"
“I, I am, oh no! By the God of Light, I offer eternal life to Dinah Catherine, my devout soul.”
Her gorgeous skirt was casually spread out on the floor tiles, and her exquisite makeup was smudged due to the heat, but her unique temperament still revealed her aristocratic status.
Celia couldn't help but find it unbelievable.
The young lady, who had just been sarcastic and harsh towards her, now wished she could prostrate herself before the saintess and kiss her feet.
The stark contrast between heaven and earth frightened Celia, who was holding the little gray dog.
Fortunately, the believers appeared in time and led them to the front.
Celia hugged the little grey dog tightly, whispering to herself, "Celia isn't afraid! All the aunts and uncles at the ranch say Celia is the bravest! Celia is definitely the bravest..."
In front of the statue of the God of Light, Lingwu immediately spotted the freckled little girl holding a small gray dog.
Sure enough, of the ten divine lights He casually cast out, one would inevitably choose Celia.
Dinah Catherine was in front of Celia in line.
When she saw Ling Wu looking at her, her face immediately turned fervent, and she kept suppressing the screams in her throat.
The Catherine family had been gradually declining, but today, as long as she, Dinah Catherine, was personally blessed by Her Majesty the Holy Maiden.
The Catherine family will surely return to its former glory.
No! It will definitely surpass the peak!
Compared to Dinah Catherine's excitement, Celia tightened her grip on the little grey dog for some reason.
She inexplicably felt that the saintly figure before her, more beautiful than the moon, shouldn't have such confidence in her amber eyes.
Those amber eyes should be dull, and they should be wearing a fake smile at everything.
But those amber eyes shone with a sacred, gilded light.
She even stood before the statue, almost as radiant as the God of Light!
Celia still managed a smile.
But this smile was different from the bright and warm smile Cynthia remembered.
Lingwu returned a warm smile.
Then, nodding to Munashe, whose eyes were fixed coldly on Celia, he said, "Your Holiness, I think we may begin."
Munasheluo gripped the scepter tightly, withdrew the coldness in his eyes from Xiliya, and smiled at Lingwu upon hearing this.
He then casually glanced over the ten believers and spoke:
"Blessing, begin."
The first person to bestow blessings was an elderly woman of about sixty years old. She was dressed in gold and silver and exuded the air of a wealthy businesswoman. She almost fell down as soon as she took a step.
If she falls before the great statue of the God of Light, from this day forward, her Fox family will suffer countless infamy!
The head of the Fox family, panting heavily and trembling, walked toward the statue of the God of Light.
With each step she took, she felt her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
When he reached Ling Wu, the head of the Fox family finally couldn't hold back any longer and knelt down with a thud.
Driven by instinctive piety and fervor, she tried to kiss Lingwu's shoes.
Before the believer could reprimand her harshly, Ling Wu asked first, "Are you alright?"
This also interrupted the Fox family head's attempt to touch her.
If she remembered correctly, the elderly woman in front of her was the owner of the ranch where Celia lived.
It was also after this blessing ceremony that the wealthy gentleman who would spend a large sum of money to provide for Celia.
"Your Majesty, I think... I... I should be alright!" The Fox family head's voice trembled, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Ling Wu smiled and nodded, her voice gentle as a spring breeze, echoing in everyone's ears: "Don't be nervous, the God of Light will embrace every devout believer."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and stopped it an inch from the head of the Fox family's forehead.
A soft, golden glow, grand and dazzling.
Bathed in this golden light, the head of the Fox family felt as if she had returned to forty years ago, to the scene when she was a poor girl confessing her love to her first love.
She let go of all her panic and excitement, feeling as comfortable and relaxed as if she were on a cloud. The old bones that had been broken from kneeling down so hard had completely healed.
Below, the believers who witnessed the pure golden radiance completely forgot their disappointment at not being chosen.
until--
"My God! The radiance of Her Majesty's blessing is... is golden!"
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