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"Silence." A majestic male voice interrupted the noisy crowd. The muscular bishop's voice came through the elemental elves' amplification magic.

"This awarding of honors will be completed under the witness of eight archbishops, and will be personally completed by His Holiness the Pope." He paused, and then continued:

"At the same time, the official investiture ceremony for the Saint will be completed today."

The bishops in the audience began to applaud after Bishop Kane finished speaking, and the believers followed suit when they heard someone start to applaud. The bishops were seated in very particular positions, scattered among the people, to ensure that they could applaud and support the leaders on the stage as soon as possible.

"This time, the Saint killed the legendary dragon named Blake located at the border of Orne. Of course, it has another more popular name - [Dragon of Destruction]." Bishop Kane raised his Archbishop's Scepter and knocked on the floor: "Knights, bring the things up."

The Gaia Cathedral itself was built in a magnificent manner, and the road leading to the central altar was wide enough for carriages to pass through. Following the voice of the Great Muscle Overlord, the door of the church slowly opened, and eight tall knights in silver armor lined up and walked in. They were holding iron chains in their hands, and at the other end of the chains was an exquisite float.

The float is made of some kind of silver metal and is decorated with various flowers. Through the various beautiful flowers, you can see the hidden reliefs, which depict various punishment knights holding swords and eradicating various evil monsters all over the world. Careful observation can reveal that this float was originally a chariot, and the hideous spikes all over it can tell of its former glory and cruelty.

It’s just that those thorns are now entangled by vines of flowers, which reduces the fierceness and adds a bit of sweetness of victory.

The chariot is six meters wide and eleven meters long. Such a huge chariot is like a moving fortress. However, such a behemoth can hardly contain the thing that brings the mighty dragon power to everyone.

The head of a red dragon, a real, ferocious, legendary dragon head that seems like it will open its mouth and roar in the next second.

From the moment the church door opened, the dragon's might was wrapped around everyone. Those believers who had not even entered the novice stage felt exhausted and could not even stand up. Yates Burt felt as if his legs were filled with lead. He wanted to move, but they kept shaking, as if he had practiced magic with his wife eight times at night.

Can this thing really kill people? That was the question that everyone had at this time. Just a dead head exuded such a strong dragon power. If you really want to stand in front of such a behemoth and attack it, how can you compose a hymn of human courage?

Seeing that many believers in the audience were frightened by the dragon's might and turned pale, Archbishop Kane knocked on the floor with the scepter that was thicker than a human arm. A warm wave spread from the point where the scepter landed on the floor. The people who felt this wave felt as if their bodies were soaked in hot water, and the fear from the depths of their souls was expelled from their bodies.

"quiet."

A majestic voice sounded: "Carry it to the altar."

The knights dropped the chains in their hands, and eight people, an average of two meters tall, walked to both sides of the chariot, each stretched out a strong arm and gently lifted the dragon's head. With the combined strength of everyone, the dragon's head was gently lifted up. The dragon's head weighing more than ten tons seemed to be made of foam in their hands. They lifted the dragon's head and walked past the crowd.

As the giant dragon's head passed by them, the believers could feel the horror of this ferocious monster even more, and bursts of cold air emanated from the red dragon's head.

The sharp-eyed Yates Burt discovered that there was a sharp sword inserted between the dragon's eyebrows, and the chill was flowing out from the sword.

That was the warm snow of Caesar, and inserting it here could effectively preserve the head and the body of the dragon. From time to time, people in the crowd exclaimed in amazement.

"It was thanks to the concerted efforts of the Saint and her teammates that the dragon that had been causing trouble was finally slain." Kane opened his arms. "We will not deny the dedication of the other warriors on the front line during this process, but at the same time, the Saint also needs to consider all aspects in the rear."

"Since the other teammates of the Saint are not in the Vatican, only the Saint will be canonized this time."

With the help of amplification magic, Kane's voice spread outside the church, hymns were played outside the church, and the band in the church also began to play. Due to the special design of Gaia Cathedral, the hymns spread throughout the holy mountain.

Several knights placed the dragon head on the altar and retreated.

"Thump, thump, thump." The sound of horse hooves came from outside the church. A snow-white unicorn flapped its wings and flew in from outside. It carried a figure on its back. A golden glow emanated from behind her, adding a sense of sacredness to her.

This is the magic power in my body taking effect. In order to maintain my image in front of the people, some small tricks are indispensable.

Nellie on horseback is dressed gorgeously, with flowers, angels and swords fluttering on her long skirt. A delicate headdress binds her long hair on her head. A little angel made up of magic elements is dancing with its wings beside the girl. The feathers on the small golden wings fall down and then turn into particles in the air and dissipate, giving an indescribable sense of sacredness.

Nellie rode a white horse to the central altar, and Wei Guang, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward to help Nellie off the horse. At this time, Nellie's cute little face was tense, and she turned around and waved to the believers below the stage.

The bishops in the crowd took the opportunity to applaud again, and applause broke out.

"The ceremony will be simple. His Holiness the Pope will bestow the holy sword upon Saint Nellie, thus completing the canonization ceremony of the Saint." Kane said as he knocked the scepter again.

Being canonized in front of the head of a legendary dragon is a scene that has never happened in the Vatican in thousands of years.

The Pope's appearance was also very special. Golden petals fell from the sky. When these petals formed by magic power dispersed, the Pope had already appeared on the altar.

It was also the first time that Nellie met the Pope of the Vatican.

This is a walking legend. He is a pure human being, and now he is over 900 years old.

Hundreds of years ago, the continent was in constant conflict, and the people suffered terribly. The pope led the knights of punishment of the church to actively violate the rules of the time and intervene in the war disputes on the continent, just to put an end to the war as soon as possible. According to rumors, he can catch the dwarf's storm axe with his bare hands, bathe in the dragon's breath, and the bloodthirsty evil god Mira can become as docile as a cat under his inspiration.

He was over two meters tall, with blond hair that looked like the burning sun. His nickname at the time was "The Silent One". Whenever he appeared on the battlefield, both sides of the war would lose the will to fight, and the entire battlefield would become silent.

But all of this seemed to have nothing to do with the old man in front of Nellie. He did have blond hair, but it looked dull now. The old man was hunched over, with wrinkles all over his face. He was not as tall as she had imagined. If he hadn't been wearing the Pope's clothing, he would have looked like an ordinary blond old man, even shorter than the petite Nellie.

He was wearing a pure white robe and a cape woven with golden silk. Generally speaking, the capes of successive popes would be embroidered with their life achievements, which was the recognition of the Holy See. Nellie had also seen the capes of successive popes in books, most of which were about saving people, bringing rain and dew to irrigate dry land, and driving away strange beasts to protect a place. There had never been a cape like the one in front of the old man.

The pattern above is very complicated, but it can be condensed into two words: "conquer".

He conquered both warring armies, conquered the dwarves who stirred the magma in the earth's core, conquered the Chimera who sprayed poison gas on the earth, and even the flood would be conquered by him. With a slash of his sword, the flood would be divided.

Nelly couldn't keep looking up like that. According to the ceremony, she had to lower her head and let the Pope bestow the honor.

Archbishop Kane held a tray with a beautifully decorated holy sword in it, and he passed the tray to the Pope with both hands.

The old man reached out a hand and took the holy sword from the tray, looking Nellie up and down.

"Good boy, good boy." He said this, holding the long sword and hitting Nellie's left shoulder and right shoulder three times with the scabbard.

Then Nellie stood up straight, and the Pope passed the holy sword to her.

"You have to keep working hard as the Holy Maiden of the Holy See." The old man nodded, and his expression was not only gratified, but also relieved. It was not known whether it was an illusion, but Nellie seemed to see a black flame flash through the Pope's left eye, but the flame disappeared very quickly, and she was not sure if she had seen it wrong.

"May the light always be with you. In the future, you must overcome difficulties. Those who don't believe in you must change their minds. Those who ask you for help must be able to become strong. When demons appear, bring war to the earth." The old man's aging voice was filled with sacred majesty. It was an instruction.

His voice echoed in the church, and spread throughout the holy mountain through magic. The hymn was played again, and various strange beasts dropped flowers in the air. This time, the bishop did not need to do anything, and the believers began to applaud spontaneously, and the believers waiting outside the church cheered.

After a long time, calm was finally restored. At the Pope's signal, Nellie stood aside and the Pope stood in the center of the altar.

The elderly man turned his head and glanced at Nellie. His eyes seemed to say a lot, but also seemed to say nothing.

"Since I took office, I have quelled wars, reclaimed wasteland, and brought peace and tranquility to a corner of the country." He glanced at the seven bishops around him, then at the people in the audience, and continued, "Today is the 470th year that I have been Pope."

"We are never afraid of evil, and we have no tolerance for sin. I am already old today, and the Church is now full of talented people. The present is ours, and the future is yours."

He paused, then continued: "I want to elect the Pope's successor to continue to light the light for the world."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience, with all kinds of voices. The entire Holy Mountain was shocked at that moment. This was unprecedented big news.

Carrier pigeons, familiars, gargoyles, they flew out from the Holy Mountain at the fastest speed, with various purposes, and spread the news to the whole world in the shortest time. As the leading force of this continent, the replacement of the person holding the whip will cause huge waves on this continent.

"I won't abdicate anytime soon. The succession of the Pope is never an easy matter." He turned to look at Nellie beside him and said, "Good boy, come forward."

"I will first select one of the four existing saints as a candidate for the pope. There will not be only one candidate, and I will continue to select."

A careful observation revealed that the archbishops in the surrounding stands all looked as if they had expected it and did not seem shocked at all. Some had sad expressions on their faces, while others were secretly laughing in their hearts.

"The selection of candidates will be held tomorrow. Today's cheers belong to Saint Nellie."

He waved his hand, and the elemental elf holding the amplification magic in front of him flapped its wings and flew to the side.

He turned around, and at that moment, he seemed to be hunched over a little more. Nellie was no longer the rookie silver medalist who had just started out. Her perception was different from that of an ordinary person. It seemed that something crazy, restless, and wanting to burn everything was dancing on the body of the Pope, but it seemed as if nothing was happening.

Golden petals fell from the sky and enveloped the Pope's body. When the petals dispersed again, the Pope was no longer in the Gaia Cathedral.

"Nelly, you must win tomorrow." The old man's voice was transmitted to Nelly's ears through magic.

"You will definitely win, too."

For a moment, Nellie seemed to hear the voice of her master and the Pope overlapping. They were not exactly the same, but very similar.

Is it another illusion?

"Master?" Nellie murmured in a voice that only she could hear, but there was no response.

"It's time to get on the float, Princess Nellie." Weiguang walked up from the altar, lifted Nellie's skirt with both hands and reminded her in a low voice.

Nellie's thoughts returned to reality. She nodded slightly and walked down the stairs to the altar. The two knights stretched out their arms and hooked them together, letting Nellie step on them. They walked all the way to send Nellie to the float.

It was time for the bishops to come out again. Their applause brought the stunned crowd back to reality. The believers also began to applaud, but the sound was much quieter than before.

Nellie stood on a protruding platform on the chariot, which was originally designed as a lookout point. Now a saint dressed in gorgeous clothes stood there to accept flowers from believers.

The knights once again carried the dragon's head onto the float. This time there were only six people carrying it, but with their arm strength, it would not make a difference even if one person carried it, it just would not be as dignified.

The eight knights pulled up the chains again and pulled the float toward the outside of Gaia Cathedral.

They were all trial knights from the Holy See, their strength surpassed the epic level, one hand pulling the chain and the other on the sword at their waist.

The skull of a legendary dragon is worth enough to buy a city. They guarded around the float to dispel some malicious eyes in the dark, although they did not have the courage to cause trouble in the Holy Mountain.

Knights with colorful bird feathers on their heads stood on both sides of the road to maintain order. Regardless of whether they were believers of the Holy See or not, they were all pushing to the front, wanting to see the new saint and get a glimpse of the true face of the Dragon of Destruction.