"This, this is ..............."

Archbishop Andy's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the pillar of light shining down from the sky, and the old man knelt on the ground tremblingly, staring at the light in front of him in disbelief. He could feel the power of the gods coming from this pillar of light, the power of the gods. God! This is the divine will from the gods!! The power of the gods, the breath of the gods!

Feeling this familiar breath, the old bishop couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. The Templar Order was torn apart, they could no longer feel the presence of the gods, and there was a time when almost everyone thought that the gods had abandoned them and left them. But now, at last, he felt the presence of the gods again. Here he was, looking at himself like a kind elder looking at his own child. Feeling the gaze of the gods, the old bishop began to tremble like a child, as if he was a timid and cowardly child under the gaze of his strict father.

"My children, I need your help..............."

A voice full of majesty echoed in the old bishop's head, emerging, with unmistakable majesty and sorrow. His voice echoed in the church, in the minds of every believer, whether they were in church or not, whether they were in church or not. In the face of this voice, almost all the believers stopped their movements in surprise, and they raised their heads, looked at the sky, and looked at the beams of light that shone down.

"The world is about to face the most terrible danger, destruction. Chaos will disrupt all order and plunge us into eternal darkness. Whether it's a god. Humanity is not immune. We can only unite. Fighting this terrible being together can protect our world from harm. And now, my believers, my children, take up your weapons, call on my name, and fight with me! We will be here, reunited! You will receive my blessing for righteousness. For the light, for the sake of the world, let's fight together!! ”

With the voice of the gods, the old bishop only felt a beam of light projected on his body, and then, he was surprised to find that under the light of the light, his original drooping and decrepit body was rejuvenated, and the legs that were already so thin that they even needed crutches to walk. The arms that had been tired from flipping through the heavy scriptures were once again strong and powerful, and the shriveled skin was replaced by bulging muscles. The snow-white hair was once again jet black, full of youthful vigor and vigor -- in the blink of an eye, a drooping old man had regained his strongest strength at his peak. The most powerful period.

A miracle, this is a miracle!!

Look at your body. The old bishop burst into tears. He raised his hands in the air and looked at the pillar of light that hung over the icon. Loudly praising the gods he believed in. In the midst of that pillar of light, the old bishop clearly saw a vague figure -- he was just turning his back to him, full of incomparable majesty, his gaze firm and sharp. The long sword in his finger pointed straight ahead. Although there was nothing there, the old bishop knew exactly where he was pointing.

It will be a battlefield, and the gods are calling their followers, their people, to travel with them to that land, destroy the evil there, and protect the world! And they, as the vanguard of the gods, will fight with them, and they will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives in order to protect this world, in order to destroy darkness and evil! And this will be their eternal glory!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!!

The old bishop stood up, he turned his head, looked behind him, and saw that there, the believers who had remained in the church like him were also bathed in divine light, their faces were filled with emotion and joy, people opened their eyes, and no one spoke, but the flame of fighting spirit and fighting spirit shining in their eyes spoke for itself. The gods have descended, his will has been revealed, and now, as great believers of the Nine Saints, there is only one thing they have to do! That is to assemble, to go, to the land of destiny, to stop the evil from coming, to stop the beginning of destruction!

"My children, I believe you have also felt the great will of our gods."

Looking at the believers below, the old bishop spoke slowly.

"We have lost a lot, and at this time, before this, we have had a lot of difficulties, and I know that we have all doubted our beliefs and doubted whether the existence we believe in is right. Are the gods still here, and are they still sheltering us? I'm sure each of us has had that question at one time or another. But............!! ”

At this, the old bishop's voice suddenly became louder, as if he was roaring.

"But now, the god has responded, he is still here, between us, he is still watching us, and now, we have all heard the call of the god to fight with him in the face of this terrible darkness and evil! However, we will not be afraid because this is our choice and the reason for our existence!! For the sake of the great Nine Saints, we will be victorious!! ”

As he spoke, the old bishop raised his right hand and clenched it firmly.

"Assemble everybody! We follow the will of the gods and go to Grandia! There, it will be our battlefield!! ”

"Battlefield!!"

Hearing the old bishop's roar, the clergy raised their clenched fists in the air and cried out as if they were mad. Their eyes were red and there was unmistakable determination. Even if there are mountains, rivers, or death in front of them, they will not be afraid, and at the moment when they receive the will of the gods, there is only one thing they have to do, and that is to meet with the call of the corresponding gods, and there they will start a war, a new war, a war that must be won.

The bell rings.

The sound of bells echoed over the city, and people walked out of their homes, looking in the direction of the church in surprise and disagreement. Then they saw hundreds of paladins and priests gathered in the place, and they strode out of the church, with holy joy and longing on their faces, and they wore armor and weapons, and they walked out of the church like an army, and marched out of the city.

And in front of them, above the sky, the shining golden threads were still slowly stretching in all directions.

Like an irresistible river of fate. (To be continued.) )