The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

The man in white sacrificial robes walked out of the Basilica of the Light of Beo, walked through Campo de' Fiori, passed the Basilica of the Light and the Martyrs, the Hall of St. Louis, Laon looking towards the Basilica, and finally came to the Papal Hall.

This is the place where the popes of the past have worked.

Many deeds in history that can be left behind are written from here.

An old man with silver hair combed and smooth, wearing a white gauze robe, his face unsmiling, covered with age spots, full of traces of years, sitting on a recliner, holding his head up and looking at the mural above the head of the Pope’s Hall. .

It was the most famous artist invited by the fourth generation of Pope, and also a famous artist in history, to paint religious murals for the Pope's Hall.

The mural on the ceiling of the hall seen by the old man is exactly the mythical scene of how the Lord of Light created the first human being.

The old man looked very attentively, his eyes were a little muddy, he looked like an ordinary person in any way.

But from the eyes of the man in the white sacrificial robes, he can see that in places invisible to mortals, endless holy light gushes out of the old man, and the divine halo radiates from him and spreads to his eyes. The position it reaches, constantly echoes with every Holy See in the country where the Pope's Hall is located, forming a beam of light that penetrates the sky and the earth.

Under this sacred pillar of light, all forces that do not belong to the realm of the holy light are repelled and destroyed, it is so overbearing.

Uncountable, the angel holy spirit with wings on the back flew up and down the beam of light, worshiping the old man, and constantly speaking the holy words.

"Good day, the Lord's substitute in the world, His Royal Highness Saint Avigny." The man in the white sacrificial robe said lightly.

"Good day, the **** of punishment!" The old man seemed to be older and did not reflect. After a pause, he opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the man in the white sacrificial robes.

From the pope's cloudy eyes, he saw countless holy servants shrouded in the young man before his eyes.

The man in the white sacrificial robes stood quietly after saying hello.

The old man who looked like an ordinary person, not like a substitute for the Lord of Light who overwhelmed the entire continent just smiled gently at this, and then took the initiative to open the topic.

"I heard the church attendant say that you have been more interested in the false gods of ancient times during this period of time."

"Yes, Saint-Avigny." The man in the white sacrificial robe replied calmly.

This knowledge that is enough to be transferred to the heretical ruling ten times on the outside, here, under the papal hall shrouded in holy light, is just a trivial interest of someone.

"The true **** is noble, supreme, pure, and extraordinary."

"And the false gods are just a group of power fanatics under the skin of gods. They are jealous, greedy, **, angry, selfish, and do everything..."

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The pope suddenly read a verse,

"Iris, who is chasing the wind with her legs, will not disobey, rushing down the ridge of Date and heading to the sacred Ilion.

Like snow flakes falling to the clouds or cold hail, with the cold current blown by the north wind nurtured by the high sky,

The windy Iris rushed forward eagerly, came to the famous God of Earthbreaker, stood still, and said: "The black-haired God of the Earth, I'll send you a message. Zeus of Russia ordered him to come here to tell you.

He ordered you to leave the battle and fight, return to the tribe of God, or dive into the shining sea.

He threatened that if you don't listen to the order or turn a deaf ear to it, he will personally take action and fight with you in a force-to-force contest.

However, He warns you not to provoke Him, claiming that He is far stronger than you and older than you.

Nevertheless, deep down in your heart, you always think that you can sit on an equal footing with Him, although in front of Him, the other gods all cringe in fright. "

This verse is very familiar to the man in the white sacrificial robe. It is a chapter in the banned book he is reading recently-"The War of Gods". It is about the war of false gods in ancient times. The man who is known as the king of gods Zeus, threatening and intimidating his brother, Poseidon, the **** in charge of oceans, storms, earthquakes, horses, etc., did not allow Poseidon to continue to intervene in the plot of the war.

Poseidon is a powerful god, but under the **** of Zeus, he still chose to compromise and retreat.

Even if you are a god, struggle is inevitable.

After listening to the poem read by the Pope, the man called the Heavenly Tormenter dressed in a white sacrificial robes was silent for a long time before he said expressionlessly, "I understand what you mean."

His Royal Highness Pope Saint-Avigny suddenly showed a gentle smile on his old face, like a holy light.

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In front of the decadent blue fox, William didn't sell anything. The initiative was in his hands. Both the magic mirror and him could tell whether the blue fox continued to lie, so he asked bluntly.

"Is this golden horse the blood of Poseidon, the sea **** in ancient times?"

"How do you know? You know all of them?" The blue fox was stunned by William's words, the boss with the open mouth of the fox, after looking at William with a calm face, the blue fox's eyes became languid again. , "So you know everything!"

"So you know everything!" The blue fox's eyes revealed a deep sense of bitterness.

"What do you want?"

William ignored the question of the blue fox, but said ~www.ltnovel.com~ but it's not right! "

"What's wrong?" The blue fox was confused.

"Since it is a descendant of Poseidon, the **** of the sea, why does the power of authority displayed by this golden horse have nothing to do with the ocean or the water element?"

Hearing what William said, the ears of the blue fox suddenly stood up.

Authority is the message that the blue fox accidentally heard in the mouth of the mysterious wizard who cursed him.

This is news that can only be known at a certain level.

Even if it was "him", it was because of his special blood. He only understood a few more words from that mysterious wizard.

But "he" did not expect that William also knew the news.

"What kind of authority?" The blue fox looked at the honest golden horse and asked.

"The power of authority related to the earth is different from what I understand." William said softly.

In fact, Poseidon, the sea god, was not a descendant without authority over the earth.

Antai Giant is.

But the giant Antai is the descendant of the sea **** Poseidon and his grandmother, the earthmother Gaia.

Gaidi is the mother of the earth, the original **** who originally controlled the authority of the earth. William thought it was normal for his descendants to control the authority of the earth.

But Golden Horse is different.

The golden horse was born after the fisherman’s wooden horse ate the meat of the mermaid descended from the sea god. It stands to reason that without interbreeding, it would not produce excessively different authority.

"Who told you, Poseidon, the sea god, does not have the power of the earth! He is not only the sea god, but also the lord of the storm, the lord of horses, and the famous **** of earthbreaking, that is, the **** of earthquakes. In this regard, Power, the power of the great Poseidon is not inferior to the power of the sea." The words of the blue fox, like a bolt of lightning, struck the night sky in William's mind.