As the Pope's voice spread all around, The crowd in the dense square below moved like waves. They kneeled on the ground row by row, raised their hands above their heads, and pointed their palms at the sky.
At the same time, they murmured in unison.
"All hail the Holy Great Ling God!"
The thunderous, buzzing sound of prayer was heard throughout the whole square.
At that moment, Fierando, who was on top of the Holy Court, raised his right hand and held a crystal ball in his palm.
He moved his palm and let the first ray of sunlight shoot down from the sky into the crystal ball in his palm.
Suddenly, the crystal ball shone brightly and emitted a golden light.
Not only that, but the light became increasingly brighter. It kept growing bigger and bigger in Fierando's palm, and then slowly rose like a dazzling miniature sun.
Fierando's face was serious, and his mouth was chanting complicated scriptures. He held the crystal ball in his palm as it continued to grow.
When the crystal ball rose above the crowd in the square, Fierando's lips moved slightly and he spat, "Pop."
The sun-like crystal ball burst in an instant and scattered countless spots of golden light in the air. Like a drizzle, they fell on the bodies of the people kneeling below.
As the golden rain fell, the people kneeling on the ground immediately became excited. With a pious expression, they desperately opened their hands, trying to collect more of the golden rain.
As the golden raindrops touched their bodies, all of them were invigorated. Their eyes were wide open, and their faces were full of excitement and enthusiasm. They shouted excitedly and kept bowing to express their thanks.
"All hail the Great Ling God! All hail the Great Ling God!"
"Long live the Pope! Long live the Pope!"
......
Hundreds of thousands of people shouted in unison, and their surging voices almost made the Holy Court tremble.
Fierando's face was calm. He had long been used to scenes like that. Instead, he took advantage of the free time to continue to send a voice transmission to Mimosa with his divine soul. "The spirit bath ceremony will take 15 more minutes. Go and get more information, especially about Linsenz and Sheratim."
"Yes!" Mimosa replied.
Right then, a dazzling streak of light was approaching at lightning speed in the sky.
The streak of light was bright red and flew rapidly in the air. It was like a burning flame that directly covered the golden raindrops falling from the sky.
Many of them raised their heads and looked up. They were confused and began to whisper.
"Look at the sky. What's that?"
"A red flame? Is that the manifestation of the Great Ling God?"
"It seems to be flying towards us!"
......
Even the citizens noticed it, so naturally, Fierando had already noticed it early on.
Moreover, Fierando, who was at the ninth level of the Fetus Refine Realm, could clearly feel that the flame in the air contained an incredible amount of positive energy.
It was clear that a martial artist had come.
Obviously, Mimosa also noticed something unusual. Her expression changed and she looked at Fierando. "It's a martial artist, Your Holiness. I'm afraid it's-"
Fierando narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered, "The intensity of their aura is no less than the eighth level of the Fetus Refine Realm. It must be someone from behind the cloud wall."
"The eighth level of the Fetus Refine Realm?" Mimosa's face darkened and her expression grew solemn. "Could Gerando and Charlinton have been..."
Before she could finish her words, the red flame had already reached the sky above the Sacred Hall.
The ball of light stopped, and a figure with red flowing light all over his body stood on the top of the church, looking down from above, and spoke silently.
"Are you the Pope of the Great Ling Sect?"
Obviously, he was talking to Fierando.
The crowd's faces immediately changed, and many people began to scold him.
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