Chapter 361
As Lingwu stepped onto the carriage, she straightened her back without waiting for Ruola's reminder, and a warm smile appeared on her lips.
Lingwu and Ruola looked at each other, their amber eyes kissed by the sunlight streaming in from outside the carriage, making them appear golden.
It was a gold completely different from the white gold of the God of Light.
Before she could speak, Nora felt a sense of respect for her beyond mere piety.
This respect is for her alone, setting aside the fact that she is a chosen one of the gods personally selected by the God of Light.
"My noble Holy Lady, Nora believes in you devoutly," Nora said in her heart.
Just then, an extremely warm power arose within Ling Wu's body.
The moment the power was poured in, this body seemed capable of annihilating everyone with a mere wave of its hand.
But soon, it turned into a tiny amount of power, less than one percent the thickness of a human hair.
This is the most devout faith of believers.
But that alone is not enough.
Ruola respectfully withdrew, and Lingwu sat at the head of the table, looking at the bustling crowds on both sides of the street, their faces filled with piety.
They prostrated themselves on the ground, their piety bordering on madness.
"Great God of Light!"
"Your Holiness, Holy Maiden!"
"..."
One sound after another, a loud bell suddenly rang out from the distant temple.
"Thump—"
The frenzied crowd in the street stopped shouting for a moment, but after the long echo of the bells faded away, they started shouting even more excitedly again!
"The great God of Light has descended!"
"Great God of Light, your humble believer worships you with utmost devotion!"
“Great…”
In the temple where the sound was heard most clearly, the Pope, who was waiting for the saintess, also turned around the instant the sound was made.
His white and gold robes shimmered in the morning light.
He wore an exquisite tall hat adorned with white jewels and gold gemstones.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back from under her hat to her ankles.
His face resembled the most perfect work of art created by the Creator.
Unfortunately, he was like a majestic statue. Even when he turned around and strode into the temple, he did not seem hasty. His demeanor was so rigid that it made people feel cold and devoid of any emotion.
As he knelt to listen to the divine oracle, his long golden hair fell onto the cold ground.
"Great God of Light, please forgive your humble believer Munashes for being a step too late."
His azure eyes closed as he listened devoutly, “Your devout follower, Munasha, please grant me your divine decree once more.”
"Dong—" With a muffled bell ringing, the platinum-gold light that had accompanied the God of Light's divine decree slowly disappeared.
“Your most devout followers will convey your divine message.”
After Munashe finished speaking, he opened his azure eyes, but took a few seconds longer than usual to get up.
The golden ends of his hair, detached from the ground, were tinged with the chill of the morning air, making his already indifferent demeanor even more aloof.
He spoke slowly, his tone still calm and indifferent: "The Oracle of the God of Light."
As soon as he spoke, the believers immediately knelt down with devout expressions, bowing their heads to listen attentively.
When Munasha looked down at the believers, his face was no longer cold, but compassionate. He said:
"We will bring the Caucasian horse that accompanied Her Majesty as she grew up to the temple. It will become Her Majesty's only personal knight in the future."
The worshippers nearby did not hesitate for a moment to accept that a dog had become a knight, but responded frantically, "Your devout follower will deliver your divine message!"
As Munashe watched their fanatical faith in the God of Light, which resembled that of puppets, his eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.
Outside the temple, the divine light gradually faded.
The unusually excited believers on both sides of the street only calmed down slightly.
The city of Gran was unusually lively today, with not only its citizens but also many people from other cities crowding together.
They all wanted to see with their own eyes the face of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, the only chosen one by the God of Light.
Therefore, Lingwu's carriage moved extremely slowly.
But she still held her head high and stood straight.
The moment that divine light descended, the excitement of the believers below almost swallowed the carriage whole.
This demonstrates the madness of believers towards the God of Light.
Lingwu was also feeling the warm faith that only Ruola and the people of the manor had for her within her body.
She deeply knew that the devotion of the believers on both sides of the street to her was all because of the God of Light.
Just like what Cynthia saw eighteen years ago.
Unless she is favored by the God of Light, these devout believers will become the first villains to break her spine.
She didn't know when it started, but a big, furry dog appeared under her carriage.
The Caucasian's tall stature made some believers hesitate.
"The Caucasian herdsmen in the Duke of Leon's estate have devoured countless humans on the battlefield."
This is something that almost everyone in Gran City knows.
They dared not shout loudly on this solemn and sacred day for fear of blaspheming the God of Light.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at the Caucasus still carried fear.
He ignored all those gazes, and heard the prayers of his believers in their hearts.
Tens of thousands of chaotic noises followed like a shadow.
"Great God of Light, we pray that on the day of Her Majesty's return, Your most devout followers may be free from the torment of illness."
"Great God of Light, I pray to you deeply, asking that you bless me to receive three hundred gold coins a day."
"Great God of Light, your humble believer offers you eternal faith!"
"..."
One prayer after another rang in His ear, most of them praying for their own benefit.
I pray that I can become a brave warrior like the Duke of Leon; I pray that I can have endless gold coins; I pray that I can be healthy; I pray that I can enjoy wealth and luxury.
There are also a very small number of believers who devoutly and deeply believe in His identity as a God of Light.
However, only Celia would save Him from being injured and unable to use His divine powers when He felt the suffering of humanity, and pray that He could be happy in this state.
He continued to walk forward, meeting the eyes of the believers, whose greed and lust almost consumed him.
Only Hilly...
He hadn't finished thinking.
Because He sensed a different gaze.
He looked up and met Lingwu's eyes.
"..."
What was she thinking? Why couldn't He hear her voice?
He listened intently and discovered that when she gazed at him, the voices of everyone around him who were praying in their hearts disappeared.
For the first time, the noise around Him instantly turned into silence.
The only sounds were the cries of "God of Light" and "Your Holiness" from the believers, and the rumble of carriage wheels on the ground.
But for him, that was enough peace.
The Caucasian Shepherd raised its furry head and moved its four paws as if walking on flat ground.
Lingwu gave it a sweet smile that was different from the smile she gave to her believers before slowly turning her gaze away.
In an instant, the noise rang in His ears again.
"...I am suffering greatly from illness, please dispel my boundless darkness..."
"...My hen has stopped laying eggs, please..."
"..."
Quarrel.
This was the first time He felt this way.
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