The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"what is this?"

The deer opened its eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief.

She looked at her palms. The white light spread from the soles of her feet all the way here, making her feel as if she had soaked in warm spring water. She felt so comfortable that every pore seemed to be open.

And she's clearly not the only one who feels this way.

Warriors, mages, men, women, old and young, all received equal comfort at this moment.

The comfortable feeling wasn't just physical; it soothed their spirits. All negative emotions were swept away, leaving only a sense of ease and joy.

Pairs of eyes were raised enthusiastically, looking at the existence whose face was covered by light and whose true appearance could not be seen clearly in the scene that seemed like a miracle, and they couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

Closer, closer. Like a moth drawn to a flame, chasing after the light even if it means burning itself.

The drumbeats sounded again at some point, and the passionate tones collided and blended with the clear and melodious piano music that joined in later.

In mid-air, a white light curtain suddenly appeared, separating the circular platform where the statue stood from the pair of hands reaching out to him on the ground.

"No approach allowed."

Two people suddenly appeared under the stage, standing on opposite sides, facing the crowd and making blocking gestures at the same time.

A man with red hair like flames and a tall body like a wild beast slowly walking out of the jungle. His handsome face was chillingly cold, and everyone he saw was like being poured with a basin of cold water when his eyes swept over him.

The other plunged the entire audience into another kind of silence.

"The Pope..."

Even young children can recognize the man's identity immediately when they see the iconic hat on his head, not to mention other people.

The whole audience fell into uproar after a brief silence.

The appearance of the supreme leader of the cult, coupled with his posture of guarding the existence behind him, made the identity of the figure instantly become extremely real and credible.

Who else can bring the rarely seen Pope into the public eye?

Who else could make him willingly stand in front and guard?

The students who originally thought it was just a show after receiving the news now felt extremely remorseful. Oh my God, what did they question?

I don’t know who started it, but one head after another lowered its head like weighed-down ears of wheat, muttering to itself.

Mo Ya listened to a few sentences, all of which were confessions and prayers, each one more pious than the last.

He suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled downwards. He lowered his head and saw Lu Yao looking at him. He pointed ahead and whispered, "Aren't you going to make a wish?"

The three children beside him had closed their eyes and folded their hands on their chests.

Even Lu Yao himself was shaken. Even though he knew that God might not grant their wishes, the act of placing their wishes on others was itself a way to transfer pressure.

Moreover, the one standing here now is not a cold statue, but the god himself!

Mo Ya smiled awkwardly, looked away, and said, "...Of course, I'm just thinking. I have too many wishes, and I can't tell them to God one by one."

"Oh." Lu Yao nodded in understanding.

He kindly reminded her, "Then you better think quickly. God won't stay for long."

Mo Ya smiled and patted his shoulder, then turned back to look at the figure standing in the statue's hand, his eyes suddenly becoming complicated.

If, if he had not known in advance that this was Jiang Liujing pretending to be the incarnation of the God of Law, he would probably have been as convinced as everyone else that this was the God himself.

Resonating with the deity, the soothing power encompasses the entire audience.

No matter which one it is, it is something that ordinary people do not have, but Jiang Liujing can do it.

When he demonstrated it to them for the first time, Mo Ya suddenly felt unfamiliar with this roommate whom he had known for seven years.

It seemed that Jiang Liujing had many secrets that Mo Ya didn't know about. Even though they had been together for nearly half of their lives, Mo Ya still knew nothing about many things about him.

And the Pope.

Jiang Liujing's initial thought was that the Divine Cult should not hinder their activities. However, the Pope took the initiative to propose his presence, which instantly gave the event, which was originally a mixed bag of truth and falsehood, a surge in credibility.

Mo Ya didn't really understand why he did this. Ignoring and interfering were two completely different actions. If the truth were revealed, the credibility of the Divine Religion would be greatly damaged.

But the Pope did so firmly, ignoring the objections of all the other bishops.

If he hadn't known that Jiang Liujing was an orphan, Mo Ya would have suspected that the Pope was Jiang Liujing's biological father. This favoritism was simply unreasonable.

Mo Ya's gaze shifted to another place.

It was a dark corner that no one would pay attention to at this moment.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the god in the center, so much so that no one noticed that they were being spied on by another person.

Liu An had put on his hat again, and the black hat covered the only bright color on his hair.

He hid in the darkness, and his expression became extremely cold when he saw several people in the crowd who were clearly emitting black energy.

These people were also wearing college uniforms, and some of them were still alive when Liu An met them before going to the Canglong Mountains.

But at this moment, he has lost his life, died silently, no one knows, only the empty skin is still moving on the earth.

Liu An felt a sense of arrogance from it.

It seemed as if the people behind him already knew they had discovered his presence and were looking for him, but he made no move to hide and even intensified his actions.

Is he mocking them? Or does he know he has reached a dead end and is therefore giving up?

Liu An didn't know.

He only knew that he had to find the person, and this was the task he was given today.

Jiang Liujing made such a big fuss today for this purpose.

Liu An carefully observed the actions of the puppets. "They" looked no different from the living people around them, and they also bowed their heads and muttered to themselves devoutly.

He knew the characteristics of living puppets, which could retain part of the body owner's past consciousness. When the puppeteer was not controlling it, the living puppet would act according to its own consciousness.

He thought this was the situation now, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Until he suddenly discovered that all the puppets were making the same lip movements at the same time!

Different faces, different bodies, dozens of mouths, all repeating the same words!

These puppets, “they” are not unconscious, but are being controlled!

The puppeteer was controlling them, helping him to speak and pray to the god of law on the platform!

It was as if a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him, his mind suddenly clear, and all his previous thoughts were overturned. What do you mean by rampant? That's not the case at all!

That person clearly had to appear here because he had to pray to God for something he couldn't accomplish himself!

Liu An suddenly turned his head and quickly searched the dense crowd for normal-looking people with white, vital light on their bodies, focusing on their lip shapes.

He was extremely certain that the puppeteer must be among these people!

No one knows how effective the prayers spoken on behalf of others can be. If the puppeteer really attaches great importance to this opportunity to pray, his real body will definitely be there!