Beautiful cannon fodder does not want to show up [Quick Transmigration]

Inside the pure white steeple church, sunlight shines into the auditorium through the luxurious embossed frosted glass windows, casting a gentle white light on everything.

Hundreds of priests in the auditorium straightened their waists and knelt on the ground, waiting respectfully and seriously with the Templars kneeling on one knee, bowing their heads slightly in a docile gesture to welcome the blessing of the new Holy Son.

The nuns continued to sing solemn yet benevolent hymns, and the singing performed by the special light sustain technique easily passed through the half-closed door of the church, soothing the anxious mood of nearly ten thousand people outside the door.

The pure white pigeons were flying in the air, circling, and seemed to be intoxicated in the beautiful and pure hymns.

In a small dormitory of the church, the nun Oya, who was in charge of serving the Son, was very nervous. Seeing that the time for the blessing ceremony was approaching, the Son hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

She suppressed the impatience to offend the Son, and gently urged as before: "Your Highness, Your Highness? Do you want me to comb your hair?"

And in the quiet bathroom, His Highness the Holy Son she was talking about had already lost consciousness with bruises on his forehead, and beside him was only a juvenile mixed blood succubus trying to cover up the fact in a panic.

With great difficulty, he lifted the unconscious Holy Son who had hit his head in shock and sat on a chair behind the tulle curtain in the bath. He was just about to take a break and pick up some good things to exchange for money on the black market when he heard nun Oya outside the door. In question.

The nervous Qiao Yu randomly grabbed a gilt hair comb as a stealthy "trophy", and then tore open the rare magic scroll, preparing to escape.However, the first time he used this precious scroll that could block the interception of light magic, his movements were unskilled, and he actually sent away the comatose Son Fanir.

The mixed-race succubus stood still, blinking and waving the air in front of him in horror. The two thumb-sized goat horns on the top of his head were hidden in the thick silver hair, and the flexible tail like a small whip hung low. The little black love heart was sluggishly limp—he had only one thought in his mind: I'm done!

How the hell did I lose the Holy Son!Also missed the way to escape safely!

The devil is on top!I might actually be planted today.The "Curse of the God of Light" that was passively activated after breaking into the church was really powerful.

Qiao Yu thought about it, and forgot to reply to Oya at the door. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't even have time to hide in the pool with his breath closed.

Fortunately, he was standing behind the milky white tulle. The nun couldn't see his hazy figure clearly, but only knew that there was a person standing there.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Qiao Yu, who was mistaken for the Son of God, had demonic purple eyes flashing. He cleared his throat silently, recalling the short and rapid cry of the real Son of God, Faneuil, just before he fainted, and imitated the soft and gentle cry. The tone was perfunctory: "I'm fine, I'll be fine soon."

"Okay, Your Royal Highness, I'm sorry for offending you! The blessing ceremony is about to begin, priests and knights respectfully request you to go to the auditorium as soon as possible! May the God of Light bless you!"

Oya explained the emergency in an orderly manner, and then retreated, seeming to be very obedient.

However, Qiao Yu wasn't sure, if she continued to delay, would the church that found out that it had lost the Holy Son throw herself into the eternal holy flame for trial and purification!

After one-sixteenth of an hourglass, Oya followed the Son Faneuil to the auditorium where the blessing ceremony was held. When he caught sight of the Son's unique robes from the corner of his eye, all the priests and knights gathered together The posture of saluting has been made more standard.

At this time, the hymns sung by the nuns also became louder and louder, resounding through the sky.

The civilians, who usually don't have much entertainment, listened intoxicated outside, respecting the greatness and love of the God of Light.

Qiao Yu, who used the succubus' natural masking skills to disguise the appearance of the Holy Son, walked up to the high platform step by step with dignity. His calf was trembling slightly in the luxurious white robe.

What a thrill!He, a little mixed blood succubus, was able to stand on this platform that blesses the believers of the God of Light. Even though this is just a small church far away from the capital, it is enough to make other demons live and die without regret—although he I don't want to plunge into eternal darkness.

But Qiao Yu couldn't think of a way to escape, so she could only come here by mistake.

Soon, the chanting of the hymn gradually faded away, and the bishop presiding over the blessing ceremony began to read the hymn. Pure white light magic poured out from the bishop, and each light spot gently landed on everyone, calming the days of pain. exhausted.

During this period, Qiao Yu, who was honestly acting as a wooden figure on stage, suddenly suffocated, and almost turned into a prototype on the spot to reveal his identity - he remembered what happened in his previous life!

Just like now, he accidentally lost his son Faneuil, and the place where the magic scroll was sent happened to be in the temple of the capital—this shows that even if he managed to use the scroll to escape, he would inevitably die.

As soon as Faneuil woke up, he brought a group of senior knights to judge him, the little succubus who dared to fool the gods.

It's a pity that he came late. Qiao Yu had already exposed his flaws in the original blessing ceremony, and was spotted by the bishop on the spot.After the ordinary people dispersed and the ceremony ended, the bishop summoned the holy flame in front of all the priests and knights, tortured the real Son of God, and purified him after the torture failed.

Therefore, Qiao Yu in the previous life died at the age of 17—whether it is calculated according to the age of a succubus or a human being, he is still underage!

The mixed blood succubus almost wanted to cry now, feeling like pins and needles on this stage.

Fortunately, he still remembered that the bishop pointed out his flaws when he was judging him: the real Son of God would never try to bless the inferior people, and the bishop would do it every time.

Tsk, if I knew he would stop pretending to put on a blessing pose, how would it be nice to just sit around until the ceremony is over?You can also take the opportunity to escape at night, oh no, or take the opportunity to go to the capital, and quietly disappear into the forest along the road.

Qiao Yu made up her escape plan in this life, and silently watched the bishop's passionate performance, arousing the enthusiasm and admiration of the people.

As the bishop announced the official start of the blessing ceremony, the doors of the half-closed auditorium were gently pushed open by two teams of pigeons, and all the nobles and commoners could see the Holy Son from a distance, and they felt as if they were being received by taking a second glance. Blessed as lucky.

Faneuil is still blond and blue-eyed today, but he is more handsome than usual, just like the legendary archangel who visits the mortal world. The closest nun, Oya, always feels that something is wrong.

It seems that His Royal Highness the Son has become more charming?Obviously his appearance has not changed a bit, but his demeanor is more cold and arrogant, and there is still some inexplicable charm. Just looking at him with a look makes people want to worship him.

Perhaps His Royal Highness Son was blessed by the God of Light just now?That's why today I almost missed the ceremony and became so otherworldly!

Aoya quickly convinced herself, quietly immersed in the baptism of the bishop's profound and bright magic, and suppressed any thoughts that should not have been there.

And in the entire auditorium, the priests and knights who were quite close to Qiao Yu, the false Holy Son, also sensitively noticed something different about His Highness the Holy Son today. Is it the moist light in his eyes?Or the lips that seem more red than ever, as delicate as the petals of a rose in the morning?

They couldn't tell the difference, but instinctively lowered their heads, lest they cause the Son's dissatisfaction.

The youngest mid-level knight, Hanton, is only ten years old this year. Unlike other experienced seniors, he can become a knight who protects the Holy Son not because of his qualifications, but because of his superb force. Of course, there are negligible A little bit of "family power".

This also made him more courageous.

At least, when others dare not look at the Holy Son, he can stare firmly at the beautiful young man who seems to have been injected with his soul overnight on the altar—the ordinary blond hair and blue eyes have become like the brightest sunshine and the brightest Expensive gems, people can't take their eyes off after seeing them.

Although he didn't know the reason, Hanton really had different thoughts about His Royal Highness, and even wanted to be promoted to be the personal knight of the Holy Son—the kind that can sleep in a room!

It seems that I will perform well in the future!

Hanton was planning in his heart. After the ceremony, he would tear up the letter he wrote yesterday to apply for the trial!He didn't want to leave the charming Holy Son and go to the wild for some trials.