Amidst the vast white sky, a magnificent cathedral, breaking the sound barrier and leaving a trail of golden light, bestows blessings.
Below, the land stretches as far as the eye can see with rice paddies. Whether it is steep cliffs or rotting swamps, golden light flows, and seeds of hope take root and grow into glistening, plump ears of rice.
"Thank you for your mercy, Lord Arthas!"
"The glory of God shines upon Northern Europe!"
"My merciful lord, may your humble servant serve you forever!"
The displaced refugees were pale and emaciated, bearing the marks of abuse.
But upon witnessing this bountiful harvest, a look of shock appeared on his face, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.
After the war broke out, the three principalities and the chaotic lands under the jurisdiction of Constantine suffered severe war damage. The land was desolate, ruined, and filled with smoke and fire. The residents of the city were forced to leave their homes and become displaced.
The escape was arduous; more than the vultures that ate carrion, there were corpses scattered all over the ground.
While the two sides were busy fighting and had no time to spare, the Harvest Divine Court finally revealed its ambition, which it had been suppressing for hundreds of years.
Devout believers lurking in the lower classes intend to spread their doctrines and establish a northern paradise free from exploitation and oppression amidst the ruins of war.
Everyone is entitled to a life of plenty, a peaceful and prosperous existence, and the right to pray under the witness of the divine court.
“In the long past, our ancestors abandoned their faith, but hundreds of years have passed, and unexpectedly, Arthas, the god of harvest, has not forgotten the past and still remembers us!”
A farmer, tears welling in his eyes, reached out and touched the bountiful ears of rice. The air was filled with the aroma of ripe rice, and he was deeply moved.
Behind him was a woman dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a child's hand with her left hand and an infant in her right arm. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out, revealing a faint smile of relief.
This scene is playing out in various rice paddies.
They found a suitable place to live, built wooden houses, and intended to stay there permanently, with piety and lifelong faith in the merciful and great Arthas.
"With the power of faith, the grand plan is more than halfway complete, and it was not in vain that I started this war."
Inside the magic tower, Ferran sighed, a look of satisfaction on his face.
At this moment, his handsome young appearance and mature, composed demeanor were enough to make noble ladies scream and go crazy, the kind of people who would lock him in a dark room and drain him dry every day.
In front of him was a tall statue, wearing a helmet, holding a book, imprinted with the shape of rice ears, exuding a friendly and benevolent demeanor.
Due to the gods' scheme, he lost his sword and thus lost his right to succeed as the ruler of the gods.
"Squeak..."
Underfoot is a handmade carpet inlaid with gold thread, which is very comfortable and soft to walk on.
A nun in a white robe pushed open the door and appeared in the church hall.
She was petite, with long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down her back. Her fair skin, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window, revealed a beautiful face with delicate features, giving off a pure and clean feeling, like a gentle breeze.
"Your Excellency, everything is ready."
Kana bowed respectfully, lowered her face, and a hint of fear appeared in her bright eyes.
Although she was a bishop-level superhuman, she could only serve this terrifying old man, the ruler of the Harvest Divine Court, as a humble nun.
"Kana, my child, don't be nervous."
Ferran stopped praying, turned around, and his gaze fell on the girl. A smile appeared on his usually calm and serious face: "My lord will surely return to the North with glory!"
"At that time, I, as the Archbishop of the Divine Court, will retire after achieving my goals, while you will be promoted to High Priest, taking my place and presiding over all the duties of the Divine Court, so that the glory of our Lord may once again spread throughout the North."
"grown ups……"
Kana looked up in astonishment, her delicate and innocent face filled with disbelief: "My lord, I... how could I possibly be capable of taking your place in serving my master..."
“This is the will of our Lord, and also my will. The divine decree has spoken, and there is no room for doubt.”
Fei Lan smiled, his handsome face radiating a sense of vicissitude, yet his tone remained firm.
Kana was taken aback. She noticed the weariness in the other person's eyes, and for a moment her gaze froze, filled with shame.
This old man who served the gods did so much for the divine court. It can be said that without him, the Harvest Divine Court would have been destroyed hundreds of years ago.
Moreover, she was raised by the old man and cherished like a treasure.
However, in order to cultivate the next generation of successors of the Divine Court, she witnessed the tragedy and weakness of the Divine Court, and worked hard to cultivate and gradually matured.
What moved and saddened her even more was that the old man had given her the treasures he had prepared to prolong his life, simply to lower the threshold of the Golden Path and give her a slight chance to advance to the extraordinary.
Seeing that Kana still had a hint of worry, Ferran said, "Don't worry, I already chose your guardian knight... Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall knight clad in armor with his helmet at his waist walked in, bathed in the shimmering light cast by the murals on the church dome.
"Yes, it's you!"
When Kana saw the other person, her white robe trembled, and she was stunned.
"Ashette, the Holy Knight of the Duchy of White Orchid, is at your service."
The paladin who had participated in the previous battle, with snow-white hair and green eyes, knelt on one knee in front of Kana, bowed his head, and performed a knightly salute.
At Ferran's prompting, Ashett looked up at the stunned, beautiful nun and smiled, "Your Highness, future High Priestess, it's been a long time."
"This...this is..." Kana's pretty face was stunned, the scene before her eyes seemed to have shocked her original understanding.
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