"Crazy! It's just crazy! Rubin was forced to move forward with the flow of people, and his hand holding the emblem of Perot could not help but tremble, as if he was using his willpower against the increasingly blazing pilgrimage atmosphere of the scene, lest he would not be able to hold it for a while and join the ranks of worshippers, which was both a test and a torture for his faith.

"Madness is also a power, and it is a very terrifying power," Grofer stared at Roland and sighed in a low voice, "Think about it, how terrible is the power that can make millions of people crazy?" As long as Roland Khoras succeeds in this journey, the empire will lose not only the land of the Far East, but also the hearts and minds of the people of this land forever. ”

"Will he succeed?" Rubin asked nervously.

Colossa pursed the corners of his lips and was silent. Of course, he could see that every time Roland took a step towards the temple, he had to resist the increasingly strong Peri divine power, and this invisible coercion made it doubly difficult for him to take every step.

How much longer can he hold out?

Grofa was also suspicious.

In the increasingly tense atmosphere, Roland still strode forward, his expression calm and unusual, and it seemed that it was not effortless, until his steps reached the first stone step leading to the gate of the temple, and the temple suddenly erupted with a strong golden light, like the explosion of gunpowder, and the air set off strong fluctuations, quickly spreading in all directions.

At this moment, even ordinary people with slow perception were also aware of it, and they couldn't open their eyes for a while when they were pierced by the golden divine light, and the shock wave of divine power surged, and the crowded streets were like wheat fields blown by the wind, staggering and falling one by one, and exclamations were everywhere.

Gorofa shook his shoulders, and a circle of force spread out from his body, blocking the crowded passers-by around him, and his eyes were still fixed on Roland who had ascended the steps of the temple. The divine light and shadow that stayed on Roland's shoulders also acted at this moment, raising his right hand and pushing forward, and the divine power of fate poured out from his palm, resisting the continuous pouring of sun divine power from the temple.

The fluctuations of divine power, gold and silver, with different natures, violently interfered in front of the temple gate, causing many strange and strange scenes, like the scene in a mirage:

The sun-drenched world is thriving, trees are rising from the ground, cattle and sheep are flocks on the meadows, and human tribes are thriving under the soothing of the sun, erecting high-rise buildings over time and developing into prosperous cities; However, in the blink of an eye, these prosperous scenes decayed and fell in the course of time, or were destroyed by the tricks of fate before reaching the peak of civilization, and were reduced to ruins......

In just a few minutes, the scenes of countless worlds of life and death are staged before the eyes of the spectators, and the living changes of the times are like a reproduction and rehearsal of the history of Vares, no one can escape the trajectory of fate, and no one can avoid the law of prosperity and decline.

Including the legendary powerhouses, everyone was stunned by the wonder of this divine power collision, and the streets where thousands of people gathered turned silent.

Bang! Roland struggled to step on the stairs, and the divine power pressure that attacked him from the opposite side rose to another level, making his muscles tingle, as if every cell was about to tear, and the skin exposed to the light of the sun god began to ooze blood, and his physical strength passed rapidly with the confrontation of divinity, his will gradually blurred, and the temple in front of him seemed to be shaking.

From the very beginning of the sanctification ceremony, Rudolph never took his eyes off his son. He knew very well that the rise and fall of the new regime in the Far East was all pinned on Roland, and every time Roland stepped on a step, his heart twitched, and he secretly cheered for his son. Seeing Roland crumbling and blood dripping from his earholes, Rudolph could no longer remain silent, and suddenly tore off the silver chain around his neck with the Syndra emblem, and held the emblem high in prayer:

"All glory be to my lord Sindra!"

The sound of prayer echoed over the temple for several seconds, and the stunned crowd in the streets seemed to come to their senses, all holding aloft the emblem and praying aloud in imitation of Rudolph:

"All glory be to my lord Sindra!"

"All glory be to my lord Sindra!"

"The goddess of fate shows you the way forward!"

……

Prayers and hymns mingled into majestic music, mountains swept through the streets like a tsunami, and the faith of millions of people condensed into a tide of faith over the city, issuing the same petition.

One person's belief is insignificant, but when the beliefs of millions of people are gathered, a qualitative change will occur and inspire strength. This force is invisible, yet so real and powerful. Roland sensed the power of faith inspired by the prayers of the people, and his heart was enlightened, and he forcibly opened his lips with difficulty under the oppression of the sun's divine power, and uttered the same prayer.

"All glory be to my lord Sindra!"

Rumble! The moment the prayer was spoken, the divine power in Roland's body resonated with the power of faith of millions of people. In an instant, his body seemed to turn into a black hole, constantly absorbing the power of faith from all directions, transforming it into the divine power of fate and radiating it to confront Pei Luo's divine power.

As a religious landmark in the Far East, the Great Temple is a symbol of faith in its own right, a theological symbol, and the weight of the building is self-evident in the ideological legacy of the Empire's thousand-year-old rule. Even if Roland is the chosen person of the goddess of fate, even if he is blessed by the power of Shenwei, it is difficult to fight against this heavy spiritual heritage on his own.

However, at this moment, Roland has received the consensus blessing of millions of Sindra believers, and he is no longer fighting alone, suddenly raising his head and taking a big step forward. In this step, the temple threshold was crossed, and the statue of Syndra, which symbolized the new era of the Far East, was sent to the temple that was originally controlled by the Holy See of Pero.

Rumble! The temple seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, and it shook violently, and then it calmed down. The Sun Divine Power that remained in the temple was completely defeated by the Divine Power of Destiny, which had suddenly grown up, and disappeared into invisibility in the blink of an eye.

"Whew......" Roland spat out a mouthful of bloody turbidity, and his long-hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

Rudolph also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.

"He succeeded......" Gerofa hung his shoulders and rubbed his eyes tiredly, unable to tell whether he was relieved or lost.

Prayers in praise of the goddess of fate echoed over the city, and Roland strode into the main hall of the temple with a hymn of unity. Carefully lowering the statue of Syndra, he turned and ascended to the golden altar and examined the statue of Pero on top of it, a kind old man in a yellow robe.

In the streets outside the temple, I don't know who raised their heads and shouted, "Smash it!" ”

The call was immediately echoed by the public, who raised their fists and shouted in unison, venting all their resentment against the golden statue of the sun god.