Chapter 286： Gregorian

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The dense clouds covered the silver moon, only a dim halo appeared in the sky.

The faint moonlight can't even outline the shadows, and the dark Royal Dragon City can only be embellished by sporadic firelight.

The only exception was the northernmost part of Yulong City, where a strange golden light fell from the sky, opening up the dark night.

That is the direction of the Holy Mountain, and it is also where the Holy Light Cathedral, the holy place of the Glory Church, is located.

This beam of holy light, which is immortal day and night, is like an eternal beacon, illuminating hope and direction for the lost people in the deep darkness.

Tonight is like this, every night is like this.

In the crisp sound of horse hooves, a four-wheeled carriage driven by three tall horses slowly drove towards the Holy Light Cathedral.

The guards on duty at night not only did not stop the carriage, but stood with their heads up high, forming a guard of honor to welcome the distinguished guests.

Those who are eligible to ride on the four-wheeled carriage to the top of the sacred mountain must be the distinguished figures.

In the center of the side wall of the carriage, there is a pattern of Jingshi Feiyan. Obviously, the visitor must be the core member of the imperial royal family.

The carriage came to a halt in front of the steps of the Holy Light Cathedral. A sabre rider jumped from the open-air seat behind the carriage, ignoring the church guard who came up to inquire, holding a crystal lamp in one hand, and placing a golden foot on the carriage in the other. Doorway.

Immediately after the car door opened, a tall and slender woman stepped out of the carriage. She was wearing a simple prayer gown, but the beautiful face still made the church guards feel stunned, but she didn't dare to look at it. She hurriedly bowed her head and stood up to salute.

"His Royal Highness!"

Queen Midella nodded gently, and then climbed up the steps and walked to the church. The unique rhythm of her style highlights her peerless and beautiful temperament, which is reflected by the holy light from the sky. A scent of holiness.

The prayer hall of the church is extremely tall, with dozens of limestone pillars propping up the twenty-four-meter-high dome, giving people a feeling of insignificance, plus the four huge statues of angels holding swords, it is even more awe-inspiring. .

The dome of the prayer hall is made of special crystals. The sacred light that never extinguishes day and night passes through the dome, making everything in the hall plated with a layer of gold, showing the taste of sacred solemnity.

Queen Midella stood in front of the statue of Lord of Radiance, folded her hands and prayed silently.

If Ruowu’s singing echoed in the prayer hall, it seemed that someone was singing hymns, and it seemed that it was an echo from the kingdom of heaven.

The power of tranquility and soothing is permeated in the air.

I don't know how long it took, Queen Midella finished her prayer, and when she raised her head, looking at the holy light that seemed to lead to heaven, a mockery appeared on her face.

"Are you really listening?" Midella asked in a mosquito-like voice.

The holy light was still dazzling as before, as if it had not changed due to the queen's disrespectful questioning.

The color of mockery on Queen Midella's face seemed to grow stronger: "Or as he said, you are already dead!"

Still no response.

Queen Midella shook her head, seeming to lose her patience.

She turned slowly, and saw an old bald pastor standing behind her.

I just don't know how long he stood there, and if he heard the words of the queen just now.

The purple priest's robe he wore on his body showed his noble identity-the pope.

The robes of the pastor of the Glory Church can be white, gray or black. These colors can be worn from archbishops to ordinary pastors, but there are two special colors they cannot wear, red and purple.

The red priest's robe is worn by the three cardinals. They are the three with the highest status in the church besides the pope. Because of the color of the priest's robe, they are also called cardinals.

The purple priest's robe can only be worn by the pope himself.

"Good evening, Gregorian crowned." Queen Midella didn't panic at all, as if she didn't care if her self-talk was heard by the Pope.

"Good evening, Your Royal Highness."

Pope Gregory has a kind face, and he has a natural affinity when he smiles, as if all the suffering in the world can be resolved in his smile.

"Your Majesty's illness is getting better?"

Queen Midella sighed, a touch of worry appeared on her delicate face, and she shook her head and said, "No, I woke up for a while this morning, but soon fell asleep again."

The smile on Pope Gregory's face also converged, as if he was surprised: "Didn't Turnans make your Majesty's condition get better?"

Queen Midella looked sad: "Cardinal Tournans has not been able to find the cause of his majesty, so... I am afraid it is a bit tricky."

Pope Gregory sighed and comforted: "Then I will go to the Phoenix Palace myself tomorrow. The Lord of Radiance will not abandon his pious shepherd, please relax."

Queen Midella hurriedly bowed to thank her, and then left.

Seeing the queen's graceful figure disappear at the entrance of the prayer hall, the pope raised his head and looked at the holy light falling from the sky with a complicated expression in his eyes.

Before long, a waiter hurried to Pope Gregorian's side and whispered a report:

"Under the crown, Archbishop Adjani is back."

Pope Gregory raised his brows and thought for a while, "Let her wait for me in the confession room at the bottom of the wing."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Pope Gregory came to stand in front of the statue of Lord of Radiance, and put his hands together, bowed his head in prayer, perhaps praying for the emperor who was suddenly ill.

After the prayer was over, Pope Gregory left the prayer hall, crossed the promenade, and followed the spiral staircase to the bottom of the cathedral.

Facing him is a smooth stone wall with a huge oak door.

Pope Gregory pushed in. The furnishings were simple. There was only a table and two chairs. On the table was a copy of "The Glory Scriptures" and a row of silver candlesticks.

In the soft candlelight, Ajani dressed in a white robe immediately got up and bowed to the Pope in salute.

Gregorian still had a compassionate smile on his face, but his words were not polite: "You let me down!"

Adjani trembled in her heart, and defended: "Under the crown, there are too many incidents in the Northern Territory, and I can't..."

"Do I want an excuse?" Gregorian interrupted.

Adjani shut up immediately, seeming to realize something, and asked in a slightly trembling tone, "Are you going to punish me?"

"Anyone who is wrong should be punished!"

Hearing this, Adjani's breathing suddenly rose, and the watery peach blossom eyes were instantly filled with fear.

But under Gregorian's staring gaze, she still turned around silently, knelt on the ground, wrapped her arms around, her eyes closed, waiting for the coming "retribution."

Gregory did not know when he had a long whip in his hand, and the whip was covered with thorn-like protrusions, and even a strong smell of blood could be smelled.

Snapped!

The long whip hit Ajani's back, printing a **** weal mark.

A depressed cry came from Adjani's mouth, her body shivering like a fragile flower in the storm.

There was a contented smile on Gregorian's face, but he didn't stop swinging his whip.

Happiness!

The whip fell like a torrential rain, tearing the mage's robe behind Ajani to shreds, and **** whip marks continued to emerge, forming a shocking contrast with the white and flawless skin, and it actually had a sad and cruel beauty.

Adjani couldn't help but let out a burst of painful sheng.

But this ecstasy voice makes the abuser even more excited.

The smile on Gregorian's face grew brighter, his eyes gleamed with perverted light, as if he had gained great satisfaction from the process of torturing a delicate young girl.

This kind of **** suppresses the satisfaction of beautiful women, which is very similar to fast gan, and even worse.

Generally, pastors of the Glory Church are not abstinent, and marrying a wife and having children does not prevent them from serving the Lord of Glory.

However, if this pastor is ambitious and dreams that one day he can ascend to the top of the holy mountain and become the pope with the crown of thorns, then he must remain pure.

The reason is very simple. Legend has it that the Glory Church has an artifact that can communicate with the kingdom of heaven—the golden horn, which was held by successive popes.

But if he wants to sound the golden horn, he must devote himself to the Lord of Glory, and he must not contaminate the affairs of men and women.

Therefore, there are not a few ascetic ascetic monks in the church, and this Gregory who can ascend to the position of pope is of course even more so.

Beauty and power, of course Gregorian knew which one to choose.

But as long as it is a human, there are always desires and hopes that need to be resolved.

But I didn't expect Gregorian's solution method to be so abnormal and cruel.

After a long time, Gregorian finally finished venting.

At this time, Ajani was already lying on the ground and panting hard, her entire back was covered with ferocious weal marks, blood dripping, and it was terrible to watch.

Gregory threw away the long whip, took out a delicate vial, and dropped the holy water in the bottle onto Ajani's back.

Adjani's body couldn't help trembling and twitching, obviously this process didn't feel good either.

"God has mercy on the world, and the Lord heals all sentient beings!"

Gregory performed a healing technique on Adjani, and a compassionate smile was put on her face again, and in an instant he was restored to the crown of the polite pope.

I have to say that the healing technique performed by the Pope himself was indeed powerful. With the application of holy water, the scars on Ajani's back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in a short time.

Ajani finally eased up, and slowly sat up from the ground.

Her mage's robe had long been damaged in the flogging just now, and it completely fell down at this time, revealing her infinitely beautiful upper body.

And Adjani didn't hide it, and she didn't know if it was because she didn't dare or deliberately irritated the man in front of her.

Gregorian moved his eyes away like an electric shock, as if he was afraid that he would be unable to hold it by looking at him a few more times, ruining most of his life's hard work.

Adjani seemed to have seen this scene, lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth were slightly cocked, as if she was disdainful, and as if she was the joy of revenge.

Gregory coughed a few times and ordered: "Villa Saint Hild will arrive in the Royal Dragon City soon. At this time, there is no leader among the dragons in the north. You immediately return to Wintery City to see if you can take advantage of this opportunity. Win some lords."

"Yes." Adjani answered obediently.

Gregory took a greedily look at Ajani's exquisite curve at last, then turned around and pushed the door and walked out.

Quiet again in the confession room Ajani stood there for a while, and then picked up the **** whip from the ground and looked at it carefully, as if to see some mystery from it.

After a while, she put the long whip on her chest, letting the blood on it wet her tender skin again.

Her hand slowly tightened, and the barbs on the long whip immediately plunged into her chest, and the blood oozes again.

Adjani snorted softly, a little bit painful.

But immediately, her frowning brows slowly unfolded, and a look of enjoyment appeared on her face.

Raising her head, Ajani's deep gaze seemed to pass through the layers of obstacles, and ascended to the sky along the holy light.

"The omnipotent Glory Lord, the lost lamb needs guidance, please listen to her confession..."

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