Wangcheng had promiscuity. After the incest of mother and child, the noble queen tasted the meat sticks of farmers and vagabonds, and the semen and lewd juice flew in the tavern.
A sea of people gathered around the tallest and most conspicuous building in Wangcheng. It was pitch black, as if he couldn't see his head.
Both the celebrities of the people and the nobles and princes stood on both sides of a big red woolen blanket that extended to the gate of the church, looking at the white gate and looking forward to it.
Today is the triennial Festival of Godliness. On this grand day, residents from all over the world will go to the local church to pray to God and receive the blessings of the pastors. Blessings are not those empty words. In this kingdom of God, everyone has been watched by God since birth. Blessings, since birth.
The blessed child will grow up disaster-free and disease-free until the age of 5, and then the child who is out of the arms of God will truly come into contact with the outside world and feel this cold world. The strong contrast between the warm feeling of living in blessings in the past and the ruthless pain of reality made the human beings living in Azhakalen almost crazy. For this reason, the blessings sprinkled on the triennial God-worshiping Festival are nothing short of a powerful analgesic for everyone, allowing the people of Azhakalun to calm down.
The effect of blessings exerted by different levels of pastors in the church is naturally different. The blessings of cardinals and the lowest-level pastors are simply the difference between mars and the furnace. Among them, the most powerful blessings are in the hands of the saints of the church and the pope. Popes generally only release God's blessings when they ascend to the throne and abdicate. Therefore, during the Godly festival, the blessings of Wangcheng are generally performed by the saints.
Miracle of God.
Those who are blessed will be greatly satisfied, and at the same time, the body's pain and hidden illnesses will also be cured.
This is a gift from God, enough for mortals to kneel on the ground and praise the name of the great god of creation, Azhakarun, and return to piety while weeping.
A white dove descended from the blue sky, its white wings as white as the clouds.
Taking off and falling, falling to the ground and volleying up and down, the white pigeons flying up and down are reminiscent of the sunlight that pierced the dark clouds and fell like a sword.
The dazzling pigeons attracted everyone's attention, and they did not dare to disturb them. Legend has it that the pigeon is the messenger of God.
Crunch-
heavy doors slowly backed away, and no one pushed them. In fact, no one could push the doors that were completely cast from fine iron. Only God's spells can make the guards guarding the sanctuary retreat humbly.
From the crack in the door, the dark temple slowly pulled up the black skirt and showed the detailed scene inside to the people present.
However, a touch of pure white blocked everything.
Elitia, the saint of the church, appeared in front of people.
Seeing her appearance, the women bowed their heads in shame, not daring to look at her flawless and beautiful face, shrinking because of her angelic holiness. When the men saw the goddesses in their dreams, they all showed their ugliness, and some grew their mouths to drool like pugs, and only when they realized their gaffe did they smirk and bow their heads. No one blamed those men. As the goddess of dreams of the entire country, the saint dared to say that she didn't want to be blessed with a kiss.