Chang Li gently touched the rose, and immediately, the tenderness flowed from the heart of the flower to his hand, and then gathered into his soul.
The cool and comfortable feeling hit him in an instant, and his soul It was once again tinged with a golden light.
The dew disappeared, and the rose petals also dissipated little by little, and then turned into golden powder and fell into the dust.
At this time, the roses scattered on the square once again exuded new vitality, and their withered yellow petals were once again dyed with a fresh luster, as if they had just been picked from the garden.
There were too many things buried in the square at this time.
Chang Li slowly walked to the center of the square, where he left the last relic of God, the scepter of light that once belonged to him.
The scepter still exudes powerful energy, but the golden gem at the top turns pure white.
The energy permeating it is gentle and restrained, exuding vitality that can regenerate all things.
Chang Li picked up the scepter and then looked at the people still kneeling on the ground around him.
A few words slowly came out of his mouth.
"stand up."
These words were like God's command, reaching everyone's ears in an instant.
They stood up in a daze, but without any hesitation.
They didn't even realize what happened.
It wasn't until their consciousness slowly returned that they suddenly understood.
Then they lowered their heads deeply, not daring to look at the person standing in the center.
What did they do before?
Why did they make such a stupid decision?
What made them think they could destroy this person?
As if by mistake, they made this decision, and then saw a scene that made them wish they could be annihilated forever.
Chang Li ignored these people.
He calmly looked at the only person in the square who could look directly at him, then raised the scepter in his hand and said lightly, "Are you willing to pick up this scepter?"
Carlo's gentle eyes were full of smiles, mixed with a trace of sadness.
He walked up to Chang Li, nodded affirmatively, then knelt down on one knee and said in a pious tone, "I I am willing to inherit your will and take up this scepter.”
Chang Li said nothing, then slowly handed the scepter to his hand, and said in a light voice with indescribable solemnity, "He will belong to you."
Carlo took the scepter and said seriously, "I will not violate your will."
He stood up slowly, holding the scepter belonging to the Pope, and then looked at the man with a light smile.
This smile is no longer like a sharp rose, but it exudes an indescribable smell of blood.
He is so gentle and peaceful.
He said the last words, "This is your choice.
What you need is to be loyal to your own will.
Other people are just embellishments on the road of your life.
You will eventually have a broader life."
This is a piece of advice and a blessing.
After the words fell, Chang Li turned around, and like a disappearing god, he turned into light spots all over the sky and disappeared in the world.
At this moment, all the reopened roses turned into petals all over the sky.
They floated wantonly in the air, as if they were sending their last blessings to the traveler.
Our lives are bright and beautiful, and your life must be more beautiful.
Brilliant and interesting.
Seeing that man leaving quietly, the originally frightened nobles and bishops were relieved.
He was indeed a noble god and would not care about humble people like them.
At this time, they saw the scepter in Carlo's hand, and then their minds were slightly shaken.
They looked at each other a few times, and then their minds kept changing.
Finally, they nodded slightly.
They quietly changed their positions, seemingly inadvertently surrounding the young man.
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Suddenly, the emperor madly exuded the power of a great magician, causing a huge storm in the square.
But there seemed to be fire blooming in his eyes, and then a huge wave of fire ignited.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of golden-red firelight fell from his body to all directions of the square, and suddenly the square was ignited with flames reaching into the sky.
These flames are condensed together according to fixed rules, and the flying sparks carry a trace of pure magic power.
Flames surrounded the entire square, forming a huge magic circle.
The magic circle enveloped this area of the world.
From the moment it was formed, it absorbed the energy of the surrounding world and imprisoned this area of the world.
The nobles faded away and quickly took out their magic wands to bless this huge magic circle.
A series of obscure spells were spit out from their mouths, which also consumed the magical energy in their bodies.
The knights guarding the outside of the square picked up their weapons and stood guard around the magic circle.
There was weak magic energy hovering on the cold long sword, and the faint smell of blood could be smelled on it.
Tens of thousands of people on the square watched this dangerous scene but remained extremely quiet.
They stood still and did not waver, not even a word of questioning was uttered.
If you look closely, it's not that they don't want to ask questions, but that they have lost the ability to express them.
Their faces filled with poverty were actually flushed with excitement at this moment, but their eyes were extremely dull, and saliva was silently dripping from the corners of their mouths.
This is the price required to open this magic circle.
The energy and spirit of tens of thousands of people are poured into the magic circle at this time.
Even if the magic circle is broken, the spirit and spirit taken away will only escape in the world.
People who have their essence taken away will eventually become stupid.
In this ancient era, a stupid person is destined to not be recognized by the people around him, and their ending can be imagined.
The magic circle quickly surrounded Carlo, but Carlo just showed a gentle smile.
Looking carefully, there seemed to be a trace of pity in this smile.
He gently put down his scepter, and immediately, an invisible force was transmitted from the gem on the top of the scepter to the ground, and then destroyed the carefully arranged magic circle like a torrent.
All those who were contaminated with the energy of the magic circle immediately suffered a huge backlash.
Mouthfuls of blood sprayed into the air, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.
Carlo looked at the blood spirits with some disgust, and then put down his scepter once.
Suddenly, the air above the square became clear.
He no longer looked at those ugly people, but focused his gaze in a distant direction, filled with gentle and pious blessings.
If you want to leave, I will help you leave.
If you need a successor, I will shape myself into the most suitable successor.
If you want to maintain the balance of this world, I will make this world what you like most. .
Because I am your most devout believer. postscript The Dark Age ended with the incident of the Saint.
The newly appointed His Majesty the Pope used his outstanding strength and extensive wisdom to deal with those who had defied the gods.
The royal family began to decline after this incident, and every subsequent emperor who succeeded to the throne would be blessed by the temple.
However, there is no record in the history books about that person who was like a bloody rose, who had brought the power of the temple to its lowest point and then reached its peak
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