She should have done her best to bring glory to others and dedicate everything until her death. \ "Move quickly, don't be lazy.
You were born guilty.
Only by working hard can you atone for your sins.
You shouldn't have any dissatisfaction about this."
The red archbishop said coldly, with a stern expression, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs.
"If you can't finish it, neither your brother nor that stinky girl Celia can escape.
They will all have to suffer the punishment with you."
"My brother is already a Paladin, he" Tang Ning opened her eyes wide.
"Don't look at me with your black eyes.
It's too ugly, too disgusting."
The cardinal murmured, "With black hair and black eyes, he is simply the reincarnation of the devil.
It's terrible, it's really terrible.
If If the Pope hadn’t asked me to come, I wouldn’t have set foot in this place.”
But this time the task is really too difficult.
"My head hurts."
Tang Ning desperately poured her magic power into the ball.
The consequence of overdraft is that her head is about to explode.
The red archbishop threatened her with a ferocious expression, "Today is the deadline.
If you can't finish it, you will be punished.
Your brother will also be punished, and so will that girl Celia."
"I haven't seen Xilia for a long time.
Where is she?"
Tang Ning spoke with trembling lips.
"She made a mistake and was imprisoned.
Whether she can come out depends on how much you care about her."
The red archbishop spoke impatiently, "Move quickly and don't be too dizzy."
Her body was already weakened by the high-intensity pressure day after day.
After all this tossing, the whole person was about to fall apart.
Worry about her brother and her friends supported her in completing the task.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart began to beat wildly, his whole body felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his head ached.
Although she was often sick and needed rest, she had never had such a strong reaction.
It hurts, it really hurts.
After the Cardinal took away her finished product for delivery, she was so weak that she leaned on the table and fell into a coma for a day and a night.
While she was half asleep, two people came into the room.
"How could a person with dark eyes, dark hair, and ominous personality have such a high talent for light?
God is really unfair.
Her brother is still a paladin."
"Don't be stupid.
How can someone like him have a brother?"
"How is this impossible?
I have also seen that paladin.
He is so tall and handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes.
He is just like a god."
"So you are stupid.
If he really had such a sister, he would not be able to pass the first round of review.
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If it were not for her strong talent for light, she would have died long ago.
Tang Si Te has a father, a mother, and a beautiful sister.
She What's there?"
"The bishop is here, let's go quickly.
If you know that we two are talking here, you will be dead."
Tang Ning opened her eyes and felt as if her whole body had been torn apart.
All her limbs were no longer functioning.
After the exhaustion caused by sleeping for a long time, pain began to surface.
Her head seemed to have been pressed against the wall and hit countless times, and her head was burning.
There was a thick musty smell lingering around her body, the room was dark, and the quilt underneath her was very rough.
This is her room, but it looks more like a cave that never sees the light of day.
She bit her lips and seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally a look of determination appeared on her pale face.
"Continue working when you wake up."
The red archbishop looked at Tang Ning with a look of disgust.
"I feel so uncomfortable.
I want to go out and bask in the sun."
This was the first time Tang Ning made her request.
"I only give you two hours."
The cardinal clapped his hands, and someone sent Tang Ning to an empty place.
The sunshine today is excellent, and the golden light pours warmly on the earth, shining warmly on people.
"Today, the weather is so nice.
What day is it today?
I feel like everyone is much happier than usual."
Tang Ning coughed.
She was still very weak.
The previous tasks took too much of her energy.
"Today is a big day.
It is the year for the selection of saints every ten years.
All countries have prepared suitable candidates."
Tang Ning is in this closed castle and knows very little about the outside world.
The one she sees most is the red archbishop.
He is very fierce and unkind.
"What does a saint do?"
"He is the representative of God in the church.
He is responsible for the missionary affairs of the church.
His status is as high as the pope.
Don't you know?"
Tang Ning coughed again.
It was windy and a little cold.
"Well, I'm not sure.
No one told me.
Can you explain it to me in detail?"
"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything I know."
"How do you choose a saint?"
Tang Ning looked up at the sun.
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"Come here."
The older maid's eyes were very sharp and she was not angry.
She looked at Tang Ning condescendingly, with a somewhat arrogant expression, "A person with black hair and black eyes is an ominous person.
If you get close to her, you will be in bad luck."
Tang Ning felt embarrassed, but could not find a reason to defend herself.
This was not the first time she had heard such accusations in the past few years.
Black hair and black eyes are a symbol of ominousness, a symbol of darkness, and are despicable.
Her kind will not end well.
Either burned to death or nailed alive in a coffin.
The holy city of Jerusalem, located in the center of Guangming Continent, with Xingyue Lake as its backdrop, today rarely experienced a lively atmosphere that it had not seen for a long time.
Normally, only clergy above the cardinal level are allowed into the inner city of Jerusalem.
But today, countless people in luxurious carriages came from all directions in the Bright Continent and gathered in Jerusalem, hoping to see the grand event.
Because for three hundred years, no saint has been born in the Temple of Light.
Because the God of Light has never sent down an oracle, the selection once every ten years is in vain.
The Bright Continent is a very prosperous continent with many different races, including elves, dragons, orcs, dwarves, goblins, and humans.
Each race has its own gods of belief.
Under the blessing of the gods, they live freely and carefree.
But over the past thousand years, the Guangming Continent has not been peaceful.
I don’t know since when, the gods began to abandon their people and leave the mainland one after another.
Without divine power to suppress it, the black mist in the dark abyss began to spread across the continent.
The souls of races contaminated by the black mist would be swallowed by the black mist and turn into monsters that wantonly killed their compatriots.
The first to suffer were the dwarves.
A mine, swallowed by black mist.
The moment they were swallowed by the black mist, they seemed to hear countless miserable howls, and despair and pain spread.
Desperate screams and angry roars, these sounds did not last long before falling into silence.
The dwarves who were working hard to mine were gone, replaced by black monsters.
They all wore dwarf clothes and looked at the outside world with ferocious expressions.
Their eyes had no whites and had turned completely black.
Other races were almost wiped out, except for humans and dragons.
Outside the Kingdom of Atlan, monsters are threatening the territory, and the people are crying bitterly, thinking that it is the end of the world.
The horns in the city are still sounding, sad and desolate.
These monsters are not afraid of death, pain, or dodge.
At this critical moment of life and death, a dazzling white light lit up in the dark fog.
The lights in the city lit up, the formation was activated, the white city walls shone brightly, and countless white rays of light slowly rose in the formation.
The monster quietly confronted the people in the city, seeming to consider the weight of this stumbling block.
Can you swallow it in one gulp?
But I found that this hard nut was not that difficult to crack.
The light mage among humans is the nemesis of these monsters.
The power of light can kill monsters and curb the spread of black mist.
That battle made the Temple of Light suddenly become the most eye-catching existence on this continent.
Human beings believed that this was the blessing of the God of Light, so the God of Light became the only belief in this continent, and the continent was renamed the Continent of Light.
It is conceivable that three years ago, the Pope predicted that the saint would be born today.
How excited the people of Guangming Continent are.
As soon as the news of the selection of the Saint came out, all forces were ready to take action.
The Saint is the face and signature of the Temple of Light.
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She does not participate in the internal affairs of the temple, but she is beyond the hierarchy.
To a certain extent, she is equivalent to the Pope.
The Temple of Light is a symbol of divine power on the Bright Continent and is the object of belief for countless people.
His status is so high that even the kings of the empire have to fawn over him.
It's a pity that it's useless to make any move.
Because the conditions are too harsh.
People on the Bright Continent who are born with elemental affinity and can become mages account for about 10% of the entire continent.
Within this composition, there are ten different elemental affinities.
The requirement of the Temple of Light is that one must have full light element affinity to be eligible to participate in the selection of the Saint.
A long list of conditions were filtered down: full level light element affinity, fifteen to twenty years old, female.
Under such circumstances, among the messages received by the Temple of Light, there were only seven qualified candidates left.
The most important thing is that only girls chosen by God himself can become saints.
Only the senior people in the Holy See knew that the God of Light had given up on them and left this continent.
They all look forward to the arrival of the God of Light, driving away the darkness and bringing light, hope, beauty and warmth to them.
However, no matter how devoutly they begged, the statue of the God of Light in the Light Religion no longer emitted light.
They knew that this saint selection was just a formality.
The saint is pre-destined.
The saint has not appeared for three hundred years, causing discordant voices to appear in various kingdoms.
They must do something to stop this.
The seven candidates for sainthood sit on seven horned carriages.
Anna sat at the front of the first corner carriage, wearing a grand and gorgeous priest's robe.
Her ankle-length golden hair spread down like a waterfall.
The golden hair tail danced playfully in the sun, shining brightly.
The same blue eyes are gentle and tolerant, with the compassion unique to a light magician.
"Miss Anna, I feel that other people are not as good as the legends.
They can't compare to you in terms of strength or talent.
You are the most talented light mage in the past few hundred years.
Although you are now a You are unknown, but sooner or later you will shine on the entire continent, and you will become the greatest saint."
Her maid looked at Anna, who exuded a holy aura, with admiration in her eyes.
The light element in Anna's body is said to be rare in a thousand years, and some even say that she was kissed on the forehead by the God of Light when she was born.
Miss Anna was raised as a saint since she was a child.
She was taught to have unlimited trust in the God of Light and the Holy See, and to love all living beings.
Because of his outstanding talent and hard work, he became a magister at the age of sixteen, which had never happened before in the Bright Continent.
The maid had the opportunity to see Anna release light magic, which was so powerful.
Moreover, Miss Anna can control and release light energy freely at such a young age, which is really amazing.
Just like now, sitting next to Miss Anna, I feel that she is no different from a fourth-level light magician, but she can easily release eighth-level light.
Magic, Miss Anna is really unpredictable.
"Be careful, everything depends on the will of the God of Light.
I only hope that God can show mercy to the ordinary people on the Bright Continent.
I have seen too many misfortunes over the years.
As for whether I can become a saint, that is secondary. ."
Anna's eyebrows were lowered, and her extremely beautiful facial features faded away, looking compassionate.
The maid felt that there was no one in the world more suitable to be a saint than Anna.
When she lowered her eyes and looked over, a feeling of peace and warmth flowed quietly in the air.
She thought this was the power of pure light.
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"O Almighty God of Light, please forgive our sins and save us from the eternal fire of hell.
May your name be exalted and your will be carried out in the world."
The Pope put down the scepter in his hand and took the lead in kneeling before him.
In front of the statue, behind him there was a mighty sound of people kneeling on their knees.
Although the seven saint candidates are all wearing the same clothes, Anna's graceful figure and her holy temperament make her stand out in them.
"Today, as humble servants of the God of Light, we will be honored to witness the occurrence of miracles under the omnipresent light of God, and our sinful hearts will be cleansed.
I hope that the God of Light will have mercy on the world and let the Continent of Light regain its glory."
The Pope continued made an impassioned speech.
At this time, a red sun was shining directly on the altar.
Under the order of the cardinal archbishop, the clergy who remained on the altar began to sing hymns in unison Sudden changes occur.
A powerful and pure breath of light came from the sky A golden light slowly hovered in the sky, and the entire sky was dyed this extremely holy color.
The holy light descends from the sky, like a rain of light from a god, which makes people surrender.
Anna knelt in the light, and the golden holy light filled the sky, plating the outline of her entire body into an extremely dazzling golden color.
She was only sixteen, an age as fresh as a flower.
She has a slender figure and a face like a peach blossom.
Wherever she kneels, there seems to be bright light shining, driving away all the darkness.
It is pure light power that can wash away all fatigue and all negative emotions.
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