Without the slightest hesitation, the priest's eyes blazed with a fervor comparable to that of the Pope, but his first act was to devoutly prostrate himself before the remnant of the God of Light.
May the world follow your will.
He placed one hand on his chest, his voice filled with deep respect.
At the same time, everyone who had broken into the hall knelt down.
Although the Pope coveted the God of Light, this was, after all, the Temple of Light, and everyone's faith in the God was genuine, even Ford and Arlin were not surprised.
"Almighty God, we will follow you for all eternity."
The uniform honorifics resounded from the top of the church, echoing through the empty hall.
Before they broke in, they had imagined countless possibilities, but they never thought they would see the living God of Light.
Whether the Pope is alive or dead is no longer important. Being able to personally witness the glory of God is enough to make loyal believers give their all, with only the word "God" on their minds.
Maggie was completely shrouded in a cloak, her eyes lowered so her expression couldn't be seen. Listening to the chorus of voices outside, she finally managed to pull herself out of her emotions from the farewells of those innocent saintesses.
She raised her head slightly and, through the gap in her cloak, could see the priest standing kneeling in the center of everyone. At the moment of seeing the deity, all the believers of the Church performed the most devout and humble actions.
Only the few people standing next to Maggie remained motionless.
This includes Harun.
Yes, logically speaking, Harun should also kneel, but for some reason, Harun just stood quietly in place, looking calmly at the god he had believed in since he could remember.
Maggie naturally saw it too. Normally, she would have muttered to herself, but unfortunately, she didn't see the God of Light kneeling before himself.
But now, perhaps because her tense nerves have finally relaxed a bit, she suffered severe internal injuries, and her severely depleted body finally couldn't hold on any longer. The excruciating pain came like a tidal wave.
But only half of his body hurts; the other half is numb.
The sense of disconnect made Maggie realize that her condition was now at its worst, and if the Pope could get back up, she would have no choice but to accept her fate.
She can't use any magic at all now, let alone any magic power; it's as if she's frozen in place.
This completely ruined a body that already had extremely poor talent.
This loss not only destroyed the sacred object, but also herself.
The main problem is that the battle with the Pope has lasted too long, and the area affected by the undead has become too large, which has seriously impacted her.
Maggie thought bitterly.
The God of Light's gaze naturally swept over the few standing there, those very impolite fellows, but he didn't even bother to say a word.
Looking at his true form, he has become as weak as a chicken, and he is still wearing the uniform of a paladin commander. If you think about it for a moment, you can guess that his true form and this group of old acquaintances are colleagues.
To make things easier for the original owner, he'd better not cause trouble unnecessarily.
Everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and for a moment the hall became rather quiet.
As Maggie was deep in thought, a sweet, metallic taste suddenly welled up in her throat, instantly staining the ground beneath her feet red.
Because everyone was kneeling and worshipping the God of Light, and the God of Light had not yet spoken, there was not a sound in the hall, which made Maggie's vomiting of blood exceptionally clear to everyone's ears.
Maggie could clearly feel Perkin's arms tighten around her, and he was surrounded by an aura of anxiety. But perhaps because the god was still there, she dared not make any rash moves and could only stay where she was.
The remnant of the God of Light naturally noticed Maggie's extremely poor condition. He frowned slightly and finally spoke slowly.
"The Pope colluded with the dead with malicious intent, but the Holy Maiden did her utmost to stop him and was rewarded."
As soon as she finished speaking, Maggie even forgot the pain in her body and looked at the remnant image of the God of Light with some surprise.
I don't understand why he would... speak up for her when he clearly watched the whole thing and knew she was showing signs of becoming undead...
Just now, she was so absorbed in her grief that she didn't think too much about it.
Did the lingering image of the God of Light comfort her back then?
Is this the normal reaction a god should have? Even if the afterimage has no power, it shouldn't be like this...
Maggie was deeply confused.
But no matter what Maggie thinks.
The God of Light could define the whole matter with just one sentence.
All the troubles she was about to face and the things that needed to be dealt with were resolved by a divine oracle personally bestowed by the God of Light.
Only three people knew what happened at the top of the church: one was already dead, and the other was the remnant of the God of Light, but he vanished immediately.
The only person left who knows the truth is Maggie herself, so whatever she says next will be the truth.
She has been personally certified by the God, and even a priest has no right to question her.
Upon hearing the words of the God of Light, Ford and Arlin's bodies visibly stiffened, while the priest's expression remained unchanged, but his hands under his sleeves clenched imperceptibly.
Clearly, all his scheming has now become a mirage, impossible to realize.
"Yes, as Your divine decree will be obeyed."
The priest slowly opened his mouth to acknowledge the decree of the God. Upon hearing their reply and seeing the remnant image of the God of Light, Maggie did not intend to say anything more. She simply and decisively fainted.
She simply couldn't bear it for even a second longer.
In fact, she had already figured out how to get rid of the remnant of the God of Light. As long as she destroyed the angel sculpture over there that was flowing with holy spring water, the remnant would disappear.
However, this group of people came up too quickly, and due to the previous Holy Maidens, she didn't have time to do it.
But things were progressing much better than she had anticipated, with the God of Light as her witness, making it far more perfect than any of her previous solutions.
Before Maggie fainted, she was still thinking in a daze until she was completely immersed in darkness.
However, what she didn't know was that after she completely lost consciousness, the afterimage of the God of Light did not immediately disappear. Instead, it slowly walked to her side and, under Perkin's wary gaze, bent down to personally check her condition.
Perkin could feel the pressure emanating from the God of Light, and he was very tense when he tried to touch Maggie.
After all, Maggie exudes an aura of death, making her very easy to detect.
But even he didn't expect that the God of Light would simply touch Maggie's forehead and speak to him.
"She needs the holy spring water."
The words, almost a concerned admonition rather than a condescending command, stunned everyone standing next to Maggie.
Finally, before he disappeared, he and his human form, Harun, exchanged a glance. No one knows what happened between them. The afterimage of the god gradually became transparent in place until it was completely invisible.
At the same time, an almost imperceptible white light flew out and entered Harun's body.
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