The Pope looked at him, and the archbishop felt that his despicable thoughts had long been seen through by the Pope in his kind and tolerant gaze.
Before he could utter any more sarcastic words, he was defeated in his own mouth.
"My child, it's your turn to take the test." The Pope withdrew his slightly warning gaze, turned his head and spoke gently, "Don't be nervous or worried. The Lord will protect you."
"Okay, Your Holiness." Wen Liyu was not nervous at all, but she was a little disgusted with the holy water that had been touched by Arthur.
Fortunately, the Pope also understood this and ordered people to replace the holy water with new one.
Wen Liyu stepped forward and, imitating Arthur's example, began praying before the statue. "Dear Father God, your most loyal believer is here, begging for your mercy. I am willing to use my strength to become your arm on earth, dedicating all my strength to you, for our great doctrine and Father God..."
The God of Light, who had been spending his days in boredom in the Boundless Temple, finally had a hobby.
That is to use a mirror that can detect the continents to watch what your little believers are doing.
He sat on the chair that represented the supreme divine power. The corners of his mouth, which were usually straight, curled up slightly. He squinted his eyes in enjoyment and listened to the prayers of the little believers.
After finishing her prayer, Wen Liyu stood up, turned her back to the statue, and looked up at the Pope.
The Pope nodded encouragingly to her, "You can do it, my child."
Wen Liyu casually glanced at the first four levels of holy water and stopped in front of the fifth level of holy water.
"Your Holiness, is Saint Wen too confident? I remember that she was only a second-level magic apprentice before?" The Archbishop of Hall City could not help but question it out loud, looking at this ignorant girl with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
How could she become a fifth-level magician at such a young age!
Behind him, the servants and clergy who came with him from Hall City also echoed their voices.
"Yes, yes, Saint Wen is only 23 years old, right? For someone of this age to be able to become a fourth-level magician is already a rare genius in a century. She wants to test the fifth level directly, which is too... naive." Although the servant changed his words suspiciously, everyone knew that what he wanted to say was "You are overestimating your own abilities."
"If a saint in her twenties could become a great magician on the same level as the archbishop, I'd just cut off my own arm right in front of the Lord! Haha!"
"Alas, Saint Wen is still too young. After all, our Saint Son is too powerful. She must be under pressure."
Archbishop Hall didn't rebuke the attendants and clergy who were whispering behind him. Perhaps it was because he felt the same way.
The Pope clearly heard them, but he ignored them and stopped his subordinates who wanted to quarrel with the people of Hall City in advance.
He silently raised the staff in his hand, and a transparent force swept through the entire church, leaving those who were gossiping speechless.
When the church became quiet again, Wen Liyu stretched out her fair arms and, without anyone expecting it, placed them directly into the Level 5 test holy water.
The holy water suddenly burst into a white light, which turned into white feathers, surrounding Wen Liyu, who was wearing a black robe, and fell on her thin shoulders. It melted little by little, turning into a warm current flowing into her body, becoming a new light power.
The feathers brought a slight breeze, blowing up Wen Liyu's robe slightly. Just when her beautiful face was about to be revealed, the fluttering robe was strangely suppressed, and not a single hair was exposed.
This dreamy and holy scene shocked everyone in the church.
"This is... this is the blessing of the Father God!!" The second bishop of Hall City exclaimed in surprise. He was the one who just said he wanted to cut off one of his arms.
Seeing that Wen Liyu not only did not receive divine punishment but also showed a shocking blessing phenomenon, his old face turned ashen.
Wen Liyu felt that the feathers were quite comfortable on her body. She looked at the audience and saw that the people from Hall City were like quails with their necks strangled, not daring to say a word.
She raised her eyebrows playfully and walked over to the next basin of holy water.
The God of Light, who witnessed everything, raised the corner of his mouth and gently tapped the woman's head on the water mirror with his finger, "Naughty."
Of course, what he saw in the mirror was not her image wrapped in a black robe, but her energetic expression, sweet smile, perfect limbs, and slim figure were all clearly reflected in the mirror through the robe.
Just like that, Wen Liyu completed the sixth-level holy water test in front of everyone's surprised and astonished gazes, which also triggered a beautiful blessing vision.
After she finished testing the sixth level of holy water, she did not continue. She took the towel from the servant beside her with a look of admiration, and wiped off the water stains on her hands that had absorbed the power of light and turned from holy water into ordinary water.
At this moment, she is the object of everyone's admiration and the undisputed first saint in the entire church.
Arthur, who was overjoyed at becoming a fourth-level magician at the age of 25, looked as if he had been slapped twice in the face, and his face was blue, red and swollen.
Archbishop Hall felt the same way. He looked at Wen Liyu with a dark, resentful look.
He felt his heart being eaten away by the demon of jealousy. She was only twenty-three! And she had already reached the same level as him, or even higher?!
Why?! His reverence for the Father was no less than anyone else's, so why had he not made any progress in over a decade, and now been surpassed by a young person who could be his great-great-granddaughter?!
As soon as the thought of killing this saint came into his mind, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes and body, and the strength in his body began to dissipate.
"No!! No! What's going on?! My power! My power of light!!"
Archbishop Hall used his remaining strength to repair his eyes, and saw that his relatively young skin was gradually becoming older and wrinkled.
Although he is almost a hundred years old, as long as there is the power of light in his body, he can maintain the appearance of a middle-aged man.
But now, he has become an old man of his age.
"Save me, Your Holiness, save me!! It must be a demon! There is a demon in the church taking away my power!" Archbishop Hall knelt on the ground, and the servants beside him were in chaos. The originally quiet church became noisy.
The Pope stood up holding his staff, looking at him with eyes full of pity and sighs, "Moen, I can't save you."
"Why?! You're the Pope! The most powerful light mage on this continent!" Moon was too old to speak. These words were spoken by the Holy Son Arthur. He cried and questioned, "Are you going to let the devil go and let the bishop die without saving him?!"
"Arthur, this is not a demon." The Pope's eyes were calm, and there was a gleam in his old eyes.
He turned around and knelt down in front of the three-person-high statue, saying devoutly and firmly, "This is a miracle!"
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