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by fnovelpiaI need to get some training.
A city in chaos and believers gone mad.
Even if I had a lot of money, I certainly wouldn’t have enough to rebuild a small city, let alone a huge one.
Even if the city is like that, the bigger problem is the people.
I had anticipated this and ordered the kids not to kill anyone. Thanks to this, there were no deaths, but the problem lay elsewhere.
‘If I leave it like this, I’ll go crazy?’
Although he is already a fanatic, he still listens well when someone higher up speaks.
But it seems like his faith has cracked as he lost to us. No matter who tells him to do something, he won’t follow along and will be suspicious.
Unless God comes down.
‘If God doesn’t come down, why don’t we bring God’s representative?’
If you don’t have teeth, use your gums.
If you don’t have bread, use cake.
Are there even two beings here who can be put forward as representatives of God?
This is totally a lucky bitch~☆.
A plan had to be drawn up to rebuild the city and at the same time restore the church to its original state.
A brilliant idea occurred to me.
“Let’s do a show.”
“Is this a performance?”
“Yes.”
The nine-tailed fox, the grim reaper, and the spirits that attacked the Holy Land. A saint who fights against such monsters and protects the believers and the Holy Land.
I’ve only thought about the content, but I can already hear my faith rising.
Of course, it would be less effective with an ordinary performance, but I have excellent slaves.
It is not lacking in producing scenes that make your heart pound and your stomach harden.
There was some backlash.
“Master, do you really have to do this because of them? Let’s just convert them to the Sashin Church. Then, our Sashin Church will become the largest religious group in the world?”
“Do you want to bring those people into your church?”
“… I think I was short-sighted.”
For that reason, the dissent quickly disappeared.
The actors are ready.
It’s the opening.
***
Cassillon, reduced to rubble under the moonlight.
The shadow of the Grim Reaper heralded death, the monsters spread madness, and the spirits ran rampant through the Holy Land like a playground.
The broken cross was soaked in blood, and the voices that had been singing hymns one by one turned into screams and disappeared.
“God…has forsaken us… .”
Prayers were not answered, miracles did not come, and even the saint who had faith so strongly could not overcome the successive disasters.
Some believers gave up, while others knelt down and cried.
My faith was shaken.
Despair spread like a groan.
But then.
A pure white light bloomed.
A light like the hope that Seongguk had lost.
Saint Elise rises in the midst of a brilliant blazing halo.
The pure white halo, washed of blood, rotated fiercely. The radiance she emitted was as bright as the dawn, and Cassillon was covered in light.
The death of the Grim Reaper is pushed out, and the evil spirit of the Gumiho is removed.
The battle begins again.
A fierce monster battle reminiscent of the end of the world.
The god of death draws his scythe and fires a slash, and the nine-tailed fox fires a giant meteor-like fox fire. Each time, the saint blocks the attacks.
The cross in the main sanctuary falls in the aftermath of the shock. The children of the monastery below.
I couldn’t bear to look at it, so I turned away.
But what followed was not a crash or a scream, but a gasp. The falling cross stopped in midair and rose into the sky again.
Not only that, wherever the saint’s light touches, the devastated streets and buildings are restored.
A saint with a faint smile.
“Don’t worry, people. God is with us. God will not turn away from our prayers. The oracle has come down.”
“Ahhh… !”
“As expected… !
Believers holding crosses and shedding tears of emotion.
“It’s a miracle… .”
No one denied what someone had said.
It was a miracle.
The saint came to convey the will of the great god.
However, the opponent was not easy either.
A fierce storm of spirit blades blew. The hem of the saint’s clothes were torn apart, as if she could not block them all.
White skin that glows softly in the moonlight.
The believers held their breath.
The inside is wrapped tightly in the usual solemn attire, so you can’t even guess its shape.
Just imagining it is blasphemous.
It is never permitted to take it in.
It was a sight that could be considered sinful.
Despite that, or rather because of that, I couldn’t turn away.
Her thighs were glimpsed through the loose fabric floating in the air. Her tidy abdomen, her navel that wasn’t too deep, and her slender waistline revealed in the wind.
And even though he was clearly attacked from the front, for some reason the graceful curve of his back was revealed.
But no one questioned it.
I didn’t have the energy to worry about such trivial things.
“읏… .”
A saint who blushes in embarrassment and covers her exposed skin with her arms.
This further stimulated the hearts of the believers.
A precarious and dangerous saintly figure.
“This is a miracle… .”
Believers, especially male believers, will speak out in unison.
It was not something that was vulgar, but something sacred. It had the grace and elegance that only noble beings could possess. It was mysterious, as if it was filled with the grace of God.
This is not disrespect, it is worship.
It would be blasphemous to turn a blind eye to it.
Those who do not believe in God.
Behold the saint.
There is a god.
Defendant’s defense.
Even though the saint had awakened, the situation was not easily resolved. The believers were holding their hands together and holding their hearts in their hands.
“Why are you kneeling?”
A familiar old man’s voice echoed from the balcony of the main shrine. The believers turned their heads in surprise.
A man standing against a backdrop of a large window engraved with scales. He was old, but had a gentle, raccoon-like impression.
A father figure whom believers have always followed and a light of the Holy Nation.
Former Pope Anthony.
“Was your faith that light?”
“Your Majesty?”
“Your Holiness the Pope! Your Holiness has returned!”
Joy and excitement burst out.
The saints and the pope gathered together!
A thrill ran through the believers’ bodies.
“Don’t lie down, stand up. Raise your hands and tell the saint your faith.”
Antonius lifted the Pope’s ferula. A pure white light flowed into the saint.
Following him, the believers stood up one by one and raised both hands high in the sky.
The saint who never gave up and sacrificed her life for the church, and the previous pope who came running when the country was in danger.
Even though it was a novel, a situation that would be criticized happened in real life.
At this very moment, the world seemed like a stage just for them. Even if they were putting on a show, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.
If this isn’t a miracle, then what is?
An uncontrollable thrill enveloped every corner of the believers’ bodies.
“Cheer up, Saint!”
“Please accept my strength too, Saintess!”
A prayer that grows louder and louder.
A wave of prayer that covers the people of the Holy Land and unites them like a single wave.
A united faith gathered around the saint.
“Thank you, everyone. I think I can win thanks to you.”
Elise looks at her enemies with a big smile.
A giant magic circle forming in the sky.
“Receive it with your body. Our faith, our belief!”
Elise drops her arms with a powerful declaration.
Huge black and white pillars of light fell to the ground.
Genesis, God’s punishment to restore the chaotic order and return the world to the Genesis.
The Grim Reaper and the Gumiho are unable to withstand the attack and collapse helplessly.
“Awesome! Everything else is fine, but the enemies are taking damage!”
“Even in this situation, you are careful not to harm us…! Keuheup, as expected of a saint!”
“This pillar of light, I don’t feel any divine power at all!”
“It is natural that we cannot feel the power of God, which is different from the dimension, with our human bodies. Even though we cannot feel it, God is always with us!”
Any doubts were swept away without a trace in the face of overwhelming faith.
Fear and despair have disappeared, and now the holy country has a festive atmosphere.
The god of death and the nine-tailed fox, who seemed as if they would never fall, finally fell. They shattered into pieces and scattered into dust.
Silence has come.
“Are you done?”
“Did you win?”
Elise smiles.
“Yes, everyone. We won. It’s our victory.”
“Wow! We did it! We won!”
“Long live the Saint! Long live the Order of Order and Balance! Long live Ordo!”
A chorus that cries out for the Holy Land to leave.
The shaken religious order was united under the saint. Elise was undoubtedly reborn as a true saint.
“They’re playing around.”
At the back of that crowd.
Lin grumbled with cold eyes.
In her hand is the goblin club she stole from Du-eok-sin-i. She uses it to repair broken buildings.
“Haha… . But I guess it’s okay because everyone likes it?”
Next to her, Mirabelle is smiling bitterly and using her magic to restore the distance as well.
The role of the staff was to take care of the aftermath while the actors and audience enjoyed the performance.
“Please try a little harder. I’ll give you a reward when I get back.”
And planning and production.
Director Karami.
From one to ten, the whole show was planned by Karami.
A blockbuster-level production with incredible liveliness.
A saint revered by the religious order.
A living legend pope who suddenly disappeared one day, but returned to save his people in a moment of crisis.
In addition to the directing that encourages participation by gathering strength directly so that no one feels left out, there is also a scene where the saint’s body parts are destroyed.
It’s packed with only dopamine-boosting elements.
‘Can you give up something you don’t like?’
I absolutely can’t stand it.
The minds of the believers were already in the palm of his hand.
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