Immediately, the clerk recorded the oracle and reported it to the king. As for the monster, there is no need to continue the search.
God the Father personally arrives, and all the monsters will instantly turn into smoke.
The voice of the vice bishop crying and begging for mercy gradually faded away, and then the bishop led his adopted son out and said some words of closeness and apology.
A group of maids and warriors were kneeling in the outer hall, muttering prayers, with expressions of admiration and fear on their faces.
Their eyelids rolled up, as if they wanted to look at the statue behind the offering table, but felt a sharp sting when their eyes touched the statue. If they kept looking at the sting, they knew they would become blind.
Not everyone is qualified to look directly at the true face of the God of Light.
God has performed miracles in the Zayka Empire, allowing them to appreciate the extraordinary demeanour of God.
This is an honour that no temple in the whole continent has ever won! If the Pope who lives in the central temple of the mainland knows about it, he will probably be jealous too!
These people were filled with joy and pride, and their prayers became more and more devout.
The bishop walked around to the offering table, looked at the newly refurbished statue, bowed his head respectfully in just one second, and closed his stinging eyes with all his might.
Although the time was short, he still recognized the extremely gorgeous face. If anyone saw it, he would never forget it for eternity. He was the blond man who appeared before, the real god of light.
"God of Light is above, please accept the confession of the believers..." The bishop was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak, and he immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty.
In the hall, only Alastor was still standing. He was not trying to show his maverick, nor was he to insist on the so-called equality of all, but he was stunned by the glorious image of God the Father.
I saw a tall man sitting on a gorgeous pedestal, with his hands folded on his chin, with a sympathetic yet seemingly casual expression on his face.
He has wavy curly blond hair and eyes that are as deep and dazzling as the stars.
He wears a gorgeous and unusual robe with pure white inlaid gold trim, and a belt made of gold and precious stones is loosely tied around his waist. Can cover sexy collarbone and strong body.
His true face is so beautiful, beyond the limit of human imagination.
Hypnosis will produce sequelae, and if it is serious, it will also interfere with the mind of the hypnotised person, especially the psychological suggestion.
In other words, every day that passed, Alastor's mental retardation deepened by one point. But he is not worried about this, because the energy he gets after completing the task is enough to help him cure this sequelae.
However, at the moment, the deeply brain-dead man is on the verge of going crazy.
Knowing that this is the true face of God the Father, he actually had the urge to rush to kneel and lick. He endured and endured, until he broke his palm, so as not to make himself embarrassed in public.
He could only stand there dumbfounded, with his mouth slightly open, staring at the statue with his scorching eyes that could burn a hole through a stone.
The God of Light left a trace of spiritual thoughts in the statue, what the statue can see, he can see, and what the statue can feel, he can also feel.
When the little believer stared at the statue with such explicit eyes, he actually felt hot all over, and his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
'Yes, my child, my baby, look at me, keep looking at me, always look at me, never look at others with the same eyes again'! He stretched out his fingertips and injected the same scorching power of light into the eyebrows of the little believer.
Alastor was scalded, but he couldn't even blink his eyes, he just stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, obsessed and stunned, he looked stupid, but he was also cute.
The God of Light laughed happily, and the long-lost laughter echoed in the empty temple, surprising all the gods and servants. 'Who can make God the Father so happy? What a miracle!'
After the bishop had finished repenting, he saw Yeshua's head raised, staring intently at the statue.
"Yeshua, don't you feel your eyes sting?" he asked tentatively.
The boy still looked at the statue and did not answer.
He asked a few more times, and finally had to step forward and pull the hem of his adopted son's clothes.
Only then did Alastor regain his senses, and said with a blushing face, "My eyesight is very good, enough to see the glorious image of God Father clearly and engrave it in my heart."
The bishop smiled, and only then did he confirm that God the Father was really different to Joshua, and only Yeshua could look directly at his true face.
"My child, then you should stay by God Father's side and pray well." He reached out and stroked the top of his adopted son's soft hair, and before he touched the strands of hair, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.
He calmly withdrew his hand, took the other people out, walked to a secluded corner and opened his palm to see, and found that the flesh was indeed scorched black by divine power.
He shook his head and sighed inwardly: Even a high-ranking god would spoil a person so unreasonably.
Everyone was gone, and the hall became very quiet. This was Alastor's usual prayer time. He should have knelt down and prayed, but he couldn't continue just after saying the beginning.
His mind was full of the gorgeous faces of God the Father. No matter whether he opened or closed his eyes, that face could not be eliminated, and even became more and more profound.
His brain was boiling, and one pink bubble after another appeared. He couldn't calm himself down, and he didn't want to do anything other than stare at the Father.
Although the statue is made of stone, because it contains spiritual thoughts, it is the same as the real body in terms of touch and texture.
He raised his head, his nostalgic and burning eyes slid from Father God's deep eyes to his thin lips.