Chapter 300 The goddess will forgive you

When Bill woke up again, he smelled the fragrance of wild flowers at the tip of his nose, and the sound of the gurgling Canglan River flowing in the distance. He could not misheard this. The sounds of day and night have been carved into his bones for more than 20 years. The first reaction was that the ground was so cool and a little wet, and the second reaction was: No, I was tied up!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and he got up from the ground, looking at the surrounding environment as soon as possible to see if it was safe. Then his pupils tightened because he saw that the young man who knocked him out was standing not far away.

Bill is a smart man. He did not take revenge or question him at the first time, but ran away.

Because he concluded that he was not the opponent of this mysterious young man, this was told by his intuition, and the intuition also told him that the handsome and silent young man not far away was an extremely dangerous person. He was extremely dangerous.

As soon as he moved his feet, he was about to leave quietly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have run away casually." As soon as he moved, the man's voice floated over.

Pastor Bill took his footsteps into the air and landed again. He plucked up the courage to ask, "Who is your lord? We have never met you and never knew you. Let alone any hatred. Did you find the wrong person?" Bill said calmly, suppressing fear and uneasiness. His eyes swept around the man. But no matter how he looked at this man, he had no impression of him.

He was very young and dressed in an outfit similar to a magician apprentice. However, he had a strong figure and strong lines. He obviously had practiced martial arts. Although he was not tall, he gave people a speechless oppression.

"Don't worry, I have no grudge against you, I just ask you to preside over the funeral." said the silent young man.

Only then did Bill notice that in front of the young man was a low grave. Seeing the fresh soil and stones on the grave, it was obviously just piled up. Bill felt relieved and his tone was slightly relieved: "It turns out that you invited me to preside over the funeral, but you just invited me kindly. The goddess is merciful. Will I refuse?"

He said as he walked towards the young man and stood in front of the grave.

"Please, Lord Pastor, Anne has always believed in the goddess of light. She hopes that after her death, the noble priest of the temple will preside over her funeral."

"Anne, are you talking about that dirty prostitute?" Bill said in surprise.

But the young man suddenly turned around and stared at Bill, his eyes revealing deep sorrow, and he said word by word: "Anne has never stopped giving offerings to the temple in her life. Her faith in the Goddess of Light is truly touching the heavens. And you, the so-called servant of God who eats her food, is resentful of the origin of a believer. Didn't the goddess say, 'As long as you believe in her, you will be saved'? Then, what qualifications do you have to say that a believer is dirty? In my heart, she is ten thousand times cleaner than you."

"You..." Bill was so angry that he shivered all over, pointing at the young man and trying to curse him. But after a while, he calmed down.

"Yes, you are right. I shouldn't comment on Anne this way. She is indeed one of the few devout believers in Canaan. Although she is engaged in that profession, the high priest does not allow her to enter the temple to pray. But every month, she will come to the temple to contribute offerings, regardless of the weather. Anne is a very pitiful woman. God pity the world. You are right. Anyone who believes in the goddess will be saved. No matter what her origin and profession she is engaged in, everyone is equal under the eyes of the goddess. I will preside over the funeral for Anne!"

After Bill said this, the young man looked at him in surprise, without saying anything, but just nodded slowly, and took a step back and gave up his position in front of the grave.

Bill stood in front of Anne's simple grave, with fresh soil mixed with a few leaves. He stood quietly and began to recite the prayer.

"You have run through the way you run, and you have guarded the word you believe in. You were originally a tourist on this earth, and now you will return to the heavenly house to which you belong, and enjoy eternal rest in the arms of God..."

Bill read the eulogy slowly and solemnly. With his voice, white light and light fell from the void, covering an area in front of Anne's grave. From a distance, it looked like a thin layer of white snow. The insects and birds were singing, the river was gurgling, but the beautiful scenery was filled with heavy sorrow.

"Anne, death is not the end. The body returns to the dust, and the soul returns to heaven. Go, the goddess will forgive you all your faults." As Bill's eulogy ended, white light flashed on Anne's grave, and a phantom flew out of Anne's grave, slowly rising, as if she was about to leave this world.

The phantom was very similar to Anne in her lifetime, but Anne in the phantom closed her eyes and had a blank expression on her face, as if she had lost her soul.

Anne's soul slowly rose, and the sky above opened a virtual light gate, which was the gate of angels and the gate of heaven that human eyes could not see. Two beautiful little angels with white light flew out of the door. They sprinkled beautiful petals to welcome the ascension of Anne's soul.

Bill looked at the light gate and said in surprise: "It's the two-winged angel. I didn't expect Anne's soul to be so pure and her faith is so pious."

However, just as Anne's soul was about to enter the light gate, a white sword light like a training-like sword suddenly passed through the light gate. The sword light light and the murderous intent were stern. In the blink of an eye, the light gate and the two little angels were bombarded into pieces, turning into light and light in the sky and dissipating in the air.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked in shock.

Next to it, a young man with a cold face was putting his blade into the scabbard.

"Although I don't mind Anne's faith, Anne's soul belongs to her. I don't want Anne's soul to become the nourishment for the goddess of light." The young man said calmly, stretching out his hand and silently chanting a few spells.

"Buzz..." A strange energy fluctuation rippled in the sky. Annie, who was in a daze in the sky, suddenly appeared many green lights around her body, and the green light wrapped Annie's soul. Annie's face gradually showed a peaceful expression, and then her body became more and more faded, and finally dissipated in the air.

Bill, who was standing beside him, said in surprise: "This is requiem? This is a divine art, only the priest of God can do it. How did you learn it?"

The young man watched Anne's soul completely dissipated and sighed, "Anne, the goddess will forgive you."
Chapter completed!