He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 138 138. From today on, the Winged Clan will be renamed Angels
Ian no longer paid attention to the affairs of the elves and dragons.

Now he has more important things to do.

Fulfill the promise made to the Winged Clan.

In the repeated wars and the development of the Dawn Cult, Uriel and others have proven the loyalty of the Winged Tribe.

They are not nowhere to go now, so they are willing to follow the dawn.

Rather, the concept of dawn has completely become a belief that the Winged Clan is willing to follow throughout their lives.

Ian recognized their value and for the first time, asked Uriel to call all the Winged Tribe members to the Pope's residence.

At this time, the entire mansion had been blocked by the Knights of Dawn, ensuring that not even a fly could fly in.

More than three thousand Winged Clan members, young and old, stood on the lawn of the Pope's residence, looking at the only faith in their hearts with admiration.

To Ian's left stood Leal, and to his right stood Lecia.

Except for Markov and Matthew who have not returned yet, basically all of our people are here.

Ian's eyes, with a hint of relief, passed across the faces of every Winged Tribe member. The identical fanatical belief made Ian more satisfied with the Winged Tribe.

Suddenly, Ian, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"It's been two months since the Winged Tribe joined the Dawn Cult, right?"

Uriel said without hesitation:
"Two months and eight days, Your Holiness."

"The Winged Tribe will always remember the day when His Holiness the Pope descended like a god and rescued the Winged Tribe from the clutches of the devil!"

Ian nodded slightly and continued:

"For more than two months... the Winged Tribe followed the Cult of the Dawn, defeated the conspiracy of Treetop City, annihilated the army of Prince Birka III, and launched a holy war to the west to liberate the Dawn Realm..."

"You fought against the demons, never giving up an inch, and repeatedly made great contributions to the Dawn Cult. I saw all of this."

Hearing Ian say this, the Winged Tribe members couldn't help but stand up with excitement, chest puffed out and heads raised.

Their loyalty earned them the trust of His Holiness the Pope.

This is the thing the Winged Clan is most proud of.

"The rebellion of the Winged Tribe during the Fourth Anti-Demon War has now been investigated."

"The Winged Clan was ambushed by the despicable Son of Pride and fell into the Demon Clan's scheme."

"You remain steadfast!"

"Now that the son of pride has been executed, you have been cleared of your grievances, and the king of pride has also paid a heavy price."

"I believe that this news will soon spread throughout the Hundred Races Alliance, and everyone will understand the innocence of the Winged Clan."

If Uriel and his people had heard this news in the past, they would have cried with joy.

But now, after their dream came true, Uriel and his companions did not feel the bliss they had expected.

They no longer care about what happens to the hundreds of races.

Now they have new dreams.

Under the shining light of dawn, the haze of demons that has enveloped the continent of Rodri for hundreds of years will be torn apart, ushering in the dawn.

Uriel immediately knelt on one knee, which triggered a chain reaction.

More than 3,000 Winged Tribe members were all like Uriel.

"The Winged Clan will never forget that it was Dawn that gave us everything!"

"Regardless of whether the past grievances have been washed away, the Winged Clan will forever follow the dawn, striving to become the sharpest spear of His Holiness the Pope!"

Ian nodded with satisfaction and slowly raised his hand. The light strips extending from the Seven Holy Crown Robes brushed over the heads of all the Winged People with a sacred aura.

"I said that after the holy war is over, the children who have proven their loyalty to God will be qualified to follow God."

"Now it seems that you have already obtained the ticket to heaven. There is no need for me to continue to observe you."

"You all deserve a share of this honor!"

After saying that, Ian turned and walked into the house.

"Follow me, I will show you the true essence of my Dawn Divine Religion and lead you to the true Dawn Heaven."

At this moment, Wu Lier and other Winged Clan members were stunned.

It was like the sledgehammer of the King of Pride, hitting their heads hard.

That kind of emotion is simply incomprehensible and inexpressible.

Just like Haniya in the past, he longed to set foot on the territory of heaven, but was also worried about whether his faith was loyal enough to embrace this glory.

But Ian didn't have time to continue comforting them.

The construction of the Dawn Realm is about to begin, and Ian needs more loyal believers to share the work with Lacia and others.

Not only this group of Winged People, but also the two thousand Dawn Knights who have proven their faith will be on the list of those who will meet God.

In extreme silence, the Winged Clan members followed Ian upstairs in a daze.

Follow Ian through the mysterious portal.

Uriel thought many times about what it would be like to ascend to heaven.

The first thing he did was to offer a sincere tribute to the real Dawn, Ian.

Or praise the sacred beauty of heaven.

But when he actually set foot on this territory called heaven.

Look up at the bright moon and look down at the plain.

Feeling the power of one-third of Ian's body, he touched the soil of the island floating in the sky.

Breathing the air from a perfect world where demons don't exist.

The first thing Uriel left in the MC world was his hot tears.

He had imagined countless times what the so-called Dawn Heaven would be like.

Perhaps there are golden clouds full of hope everywhere, and the air is filled with a sacred fragrance.

The Holy Spirit's prayer for dawn will echo in your ears.

But all imagination is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.

Yes!

Uriel cried silently in his heart.

How could His Majesty Dawn Ian, who loves all His people like a kind father, like to build his kingdom of God so high and mighty, without any worldly airs?

His Majesty Ian loves his people and the world, his country should be a warm hometown like the continent of Rodri.

Only in this way can His children feel like they are home after they ascend to heaven.

Everything here looks exactly the same as it did on the Rodri Continent before the demons wreaked havoc.

Only the square things reminded Uriel that this was not the continent of Rodri.

But doesn't that cube reflect the importance His Majesty Ian places on order?
Like other Winged Tribe members, Uriel knelt carefully on the ground, pressed his lips to the earth, and carefully savored the fragrance of the grass.

This day has come too early...

Winged tribe.

This "traitor" who was once despised by all races met their true soft-hearted god.

God does not abandon their weakness, nor does He despise their filthy past.

He opened his arms and embraced them, telling them tenderly that the Winged Clan's unfortunate past was over.

Because of their Lord, the Supreme Dawn, His Majesty Ian.

Grant them happiness.

Ian said nothing until he noticed that the last Winged Clan member had also successfully entered the MC world.

Only then did he reveal a relieved smile.

At this moment, the MC world portal also took in the last loyalty of the Winged Clan.

The Winged Clan has completely taken on the form of the Dawn Cult.

In reality, there is only one true test.

Walk through the MC world portal. If any member of the Winged Tribe did not walk through, Ian would expel Uriel and the others.

Fortunately...

The Winged Clan is indeed grateful and they do believe in the dawn.

After a long silence, Ian finally spoke.

"Uriel."

"I'm here!"

Uriel looked up at Ian, his blurred tears acting as a filter. In his eyes, Ian radiated the cool yet tender light of the bright moon.

Uriel understood that the dawn did not mean the sun.

All the gentle rays of hope in the world are manifestations of Him.

In this silent place, all the Winged People held their breath and listened to the first oracle of their entry into heaven.

Ian finally spoke.

"From today on, the Wing Clan is no longer the Wing Clan."

"In the name of Dawn, I grant you a new name and mission."

Silence once again swept over everything until the sun gradually rose in the distant sky and the earth revived with new vitality.

Ian then slowly spoke:

"From today on, you will be the messengers of God."

"Representing the will of the Dawn, conveying His ultimate benevolence and kindness to all creatures in the world, and to the hearts of all races and spirits."

"From today……"

"You are the angels!"

……

The news about the Dawn Cult finally spread throughout the territory of the Hundred Races Alliance along with the visitors from the Hundred Races Alliance who shocked the world under the Day of Judgment.

The Dawn Cult also took on the role of the uncrowned king and immediately rose to the top of the Hundred Races Alliance, becoming a mysterious force that attracted worldwide attention.

Each ethnic group has its own reaction.

The arrogance of the Behemoths made them sneer at this.

Defeating the Demon King only shows that the King of Pride is inferior to the first, and resurrecting the dead is an illusion of lies.

As for the fact that the Dawn Religion has a god, I don't believe a single word of it.

The Behemoths, who claimed to be the most powerful tribe in the Alliance of Hundreds, were dismissive of this and were even too lazy to send gifts to celebrate the great victory of the Dawn Cult in the holy war.

After all, the insignificant wound on the King of Gluttony's stomach was also caused by them.

To this day, the Behemoths are still obsessed with this glory.

They completely forgot that this so-called Behemoth triumph was the result of the combined efforts of the mighty from hundreds of tribes, with countless sacrifices, to create this opportunity for them...

Like the Human Kingdom Alliance, it was immersed in panic and resentment.

He was not proud that the Dawn Knights, who had created epic battles under the Cult of Dawn, were human.

They always remember the banner of the Dawn Cult.

"Fight the nobles and divide the land."

This is their lifeline. To the nobles of the Human Kingdom Alliance, the Cult of Dawn deserves to be punished even more than the demons.

But the Dawn Cult was so powerful that they naturally didn't dare to confront him.

They could only hold their noses and send people to the starting point to deliver gifts.

Now, they are still worried and hold meetings every day to think about how to resist the Dawn Cult's missionary work in their territory.

Expulsion by force?
They are the next Principality of Birka.

The Dawn Cult even fought the main force of Pride to the death, how could they have the courage to take action?

Playing tricks?
They really can't beat Milk Bread's missionary offensive.

Because of this, the top leaders of the Human Kingdom Alliance are almost going bald with worry.

As for the resurrection...

They don't believe it, or they dare not believe it.

The Dawn Cult has already defeated the Demon King and is already very powerful.

If there really is a magic spell to resurrect, it only proves that gods really exist.

This is the result that the Human Kingdom Alliance least wants to see.

The only solution now is to keep it under wraps as much as possible.

But even so, there are still many strong people who are determined to fight against demons and nobles with conscience who rush to the Dawn Realm.

Even the citizens of the principalities surrounding the Dawn Realm moved there in large numbers.

The Human Kingdom Alliance still has only one response method.

Out of sight!

The Behemoths live in their own world, and the Human Kingdom Alliance lives in a fantasy world.

These two ethnic groups are both considered strange.

But no matter how they deny it, there is one thing that cannot be denied.

Since the end of the Dawn Holy War, an invincible golden body has been forged.

This insignificant war directly allowed the Dawn Cult to stand at the top of the Hundred Races Alliance.

Even, it is superior to the Alliance of Hundred Races.

At least until now, no one has ever been able to annihilate the Four Knights of Disaster and cut off the arm of the King of Pride.

Moreover, it was a perfect annihilation war despite the Dawn Cult's numerical disadvantage.

It was only because of this glorious record and the Dawn Cult’s style of teaching without discrimination.

As long as you have a firm will to resist the devil and have faith in the dawn.

The Dawn Cult doesn't mind bestowing its divine protection.

So, in just seven days.

Many weak tribes took action.

Some of them brought their families directly to the place of origin and begged to join the religion for protection.

Such as the fox people, cat people and other races that are not good at fighting.

Compared to the Behemoths who looked down on them and disdained to protect them, the Dawn Cult was undoubtedly the father they had been waiting for for countless years.

Some of those who are far away also send people to contact them directly, and as long as the agreement is reached, they can join the sect.

Move directly to the original location.

Even if big tribes like the mermaids and dwarves have no plans to surrender for the time being, it does not prevent them from making preparations for both scenarios.

Just like Neptune of the mermaids and Hestor of the dwarves...

One is the hope of the mermaids, and the other is the craftsman star of the dwarves.

Both of them received orders from the tribe to stay in the starting point from now on.

This can be considered as the last insurance for the ethnic group.

If the two tribes encounter any accidents, they can just make a fortune again under the protection of Dawn.

The rich are not stupid. They understand very well that you cannot put all your eggs in one basket.

Perhaps they never felt that the Hundred Races Alliance was reliable.

In any case, after the day of judgment, Neptune and Hesto hurried back to their tribe and set out again to the starting point.

After seven days, we reunited at the starting point.

However, the starting point in front of them also taught them a solid lesson called "prosperity".

(End of this chapter)