"This, this is..."

Archbishop Andy's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the beam of light shining down from the sky. The old man knelt on the ground tremblingly, looking at the light in front of him in disbelief. He could feel that from this beam of light,

The powerful divine power that is transmitted is the power from the gods. Gods! This is the will from the gods! The power of the gods, the breath of the gods!

Feeling this familiar atmosphere, the old bishop couldn't help but burst into tears. The Holy Church was divided, and they could no longer feel the presence of God. There was a time when almost everyone thought that God had abandoned them.

, left them. But now, he finally felt the presence of God again. He was here, looking at himself, like a kind elder looking at his child. And feeling the gaze of God,

The already old bishop actually began to tremble like a child, as if he was a timid child under the watchful eye of a strict father.

"My children, I need your help..."

A voice full of majesty echoed and emerged in the old bishop's mind, carrying unquestionable majesty and sorrow. His voice echoed in the church and echoed in the mind of every believer, whether they were in the church or not.

Regardless of whether they were worshiping or not, this sound appeared in their minds. Facing this sound, almost all believers stopped what they were doing in surprise. They raised their heads, looked at the sky, and looked at the ray of light.

The beam of light shining down.

"This world is about to face the most terrible danger. Destruction. Chaos will destroy all order and plunge us into eternal darkness. Neither gods nor humans are immune. We can only unite to fight against this terrible threat.

Only by existence can we protect our world from infringement. And now, my believers. My children, pick up your weapons, call my name, and fight with me! We will be here to become one again!

You will receive my blessing, for justice, for light, for this world, let us fight together!!"

Along with the voice of the god, the old bishop only felt a beam of light projected onto his body. Then, he was surprised to find that under the radiance, his old and decaying body regained its youthfulness.

The legs that were so thin that they even needed a cane to walk have regained their former strength. The pair of arms that used to feel tired just by reading the thick holy scriptures have become strong again, and the skin is dry.

It was replaced by bulging muscles, and the snow-white hair once again returned to jet black, full of youthful vitality and energy. In just the blink of an eye, an old man returned to his strongest and most powerful period at his peak.

Miracle, this is a miracle!!

Looking at his body, the old bishop couldn't help but burst into tears. He raised his hands high and looked at the pillar of light that shrouded the icon. He loudly praised the god he believed in. In the pillar of light, the old bishop knew clearly

I saw a vague figure - he turned his back to himself, full of incomparable majesty, his eyes were firm and sharp, and the long sword on his finger pointed straight ahead. Although there was nothing there, the old bishop was

It was clear where he was pointing.

There will be a battlefield, and the gods are calling their believers, their people, to go to that land with them to eliminate the evil there and protect the world! And they, as the vanguard of the gods, will fight with them in order to protect

In order to eliminate darkness and evil in this world, they are willing to sacrifice their lives! And this will become their eternal glory!

Go! Go! Go!!

The old bishop stood up. He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw that the believers who stayed in the church like him were also bathed in the sacred light at this moment, with a smile on their faces.

Moved and joyful, people opened their eyes. No one spoke, but the flames of fighting spirit and fighting spirit shining in their eyes said everything. God has descended, and his will has appeared, and now, as

The great Nine Saints believers, there is only one thing they have to do! That is to gather, set off, and go to that fateful place to prevent the coming of evil and the beginning of destruction!

"My children, I believe you have also felt the great will conveyed by our gods."

Looking at the believers below, the old bishop slowly spoke.

"We have lost a lot. At this time, before this, we encountered many difficulties. I know that we have all doubted our beliefs and whether the existence we believe in is correct. Are the gods still here? Are they still here?

Still continue to protect us? I believe that each of us has had such doubts. But...!!"

When he said this, the old bishop's voice suddenly became louder, as if he was roaring.

"But now, God has responded. He is still here, between us, and he is still watching us. Now, we have all heard God's call. We must fight with him and face this terrible darkness.

and evil! However, we will not be afraid, because this is our choice and the meaning of our existence!! For the name of the great Nine Saints, we will definitely win!!"

As he spoke, the old bishop raised his right hand and squeezed it hard.

"Everyone gather immediately! We follow the will of the gods and go to Grandia! That will be our battlefield!!"

"battlefield!!"

Hearing the old bishop's roar, the clergymen raised their clenched fists high and shouted as if they were crazy. Their eyes were red, with unquestionable determination. Even if there was a mountain in front of them, it was

The river is death, and they will not be afraid. At the moment they get the god's will, there is only one thing they have to do, and that is to respond to the god's call and join him, where they will start a war.

, a brand new war, a war that must be won.

The bell rings.

The loud bells echoed over the city, and people walked out of their homes one after another, looking in the direction of the church with surprise and difference. Then they saw hundreds of paladins and priests gathered everywhere, and they strode out of the church.

With divine joy and longing on their faces, they wore armor and weapons, and walked out of the church like an army and marched out of the city.

And in front of them, in the sky, the shining golden lines were still slowly extending in all directions.
Chapter completed!