Jiayi felt like he was tied to a large iron ring and was rotating. He thought of a movie he had watched before. When he was taking the pilot exam, he would spin on the large iron ring to conduct the assessment.

He suddenly felt that after he went out, could he imitate this and set up an assessment, and only those who had passed the test of rotating the iron ring could use the teleportation array.

His only idea now was that Regis Liehuo was a little unreliable, and the Holy See had a bigger opinion of him than he thought. He didn't react at all, and he felt like he was wrapped in water like poop in the toilet.

This magic circle is a little warm. If he hadn't taken out the wings made of angel feathers and put them on immediately, he would have probably been torn apart by the powerful tearing force inside the magic circle. This thing is like an old-fashioned tractor, and has never considered comfort at all.

Jiayi's wings emitted a hazy and dim light. Although it looked weak, it was already integrated into the magic circle. Although he was rolling and jumping, he did not suffer direct damage.

He kept turning around and turned to the point where he felt like he was pregnant. Suddenly he was squeezed out by biu and pressed against the ground from mid-air with his face down.

He struggled to get up and started vomiting violently, until he couldn't vomit, and felt that he even vomited out for breakfast last year.

After vomiting, he found a stone to lean on it, shook his wings gently, his body floated slightly, and then sat down again.

"The wings are not broken, why didn't they work at all just now?" He rubbed his nose gently, but fortunately it didn't break. He vomited so hard that his nerves couldn't react. Now he felt pain after vomiting, and his face was numb.

He gathered a ball of water to rinse his mouth, then moistened his slightly numb face with a squirt of water mist, and felt that his face was not so painful, and then washed it.

Only then did Jiayi have time to observe the surrounding environment. He should be in a valley around him now. The surrounding area is very desolate, with very sparse vegetation, and the trees are a bit strange in shape. The twisted branches seem to be exposed to some radiation, which is very strange.

However, he was a little lucky that he had landed in the valley. If he accidentally rolled down on the mountain, he was afraid that his "handsome" face might not be able to be kept.

Thinking of this, he suddenly took out a mirror and looked at it: "Fortunately, I didn't disfigure it."

He touched his cheek and nodded with satisfaction: "I don't know where there are, I want to determine where I am. I didn't expect that the Holy See is so small, and I didn't mean to chase me."

After looking at the sun in the sky, he felt that the sun seemed much bigger than his influence, and it seemed a little empty.

He shook his head and left these behind. The most important thing now is to find someone. No matter where it is, it would be fine if he wanted to return to Mosacher. He was afraid that he would be teleported to East Pole, and if he fell into the base camp of the Holy See, it would be bad. Then fry, cook and fry, and then it would not be slaughtered.

After a break, he drank some food and filled his empty stomach a little, and then walked out of the valley. Although he was equipped with wings behind him, he did not dare to be too high-profile. He didn't know where this place was, and it was too conspicuous to fly into the air. Although he could stealth, the effect of this spell was not so good if it was too big.

Villet looked weak now, his face was a little pale, and he was seriously injured. Even if the Holy See's magical magic was effective in recovering injuries, he could only temporarily stabilize it and not worsen.

"Why do you think so? I do this not just for you. You are on behalf of the Holy See. Everything I do is for the glory of the gods."

"But my faith is no longer pious. I have doubts about the gods and can no longer be as firm as I can. I will always unconsciously doubt whether the Scripture is correct. I am no longer a qualified pastor."

Villet took a step closer and looked into Louis Pasteur's eyes: "You are very talented, so you can make progress so quickly, but you still have too shallow understanding of faith. We believe in gods to walk the way of gods and practice their ideas, not because of the great power of gods, it is awe, not faith. Otherwise, there would not be so many sects in this world, and it is not the most powerful thing to all belong to a god."

He said with a wry smile: "Do you know how the scriptures of various sects come from? It is not given by gods, but written by generations of sages, so the prefect can promote the update of scriptures and modify the practice methods."

"Is this the things in the Scripture all fake?"

"The most important thing about the Scriptures is not the miracles described in it, but the explanation of the path of the gods. That is the true core of a sect. If you truly practice the way of the gods, you should not be scared by an experiment. Those are tests, not obstacles."

This was the first time Louis Pasteur heard of this statement. He actually said that the Holy See's classics were compiled by himself. No wonder the minister never gave up any divine punishment when he revised and added or deleted the classics of various sects.
Chapter completed!