Although it is almost winter, the flowers and green grass along the holy lake are blooming, which is completely contrary to the season. It is said that Lord Wendy's divine power unconsciously descended to the mortal world through his clones. The surrounding plants will not wither all year round after being immersed in the vigorous vitality. Whenever believers are allowed to pay holy lake, they will sigh at Lord Wendy's majesty and their faith becomes more firm.

But all priests know that this is totally nonsense.

A mature god cannot disperse the divine power at will, even in the mortal world clones are no exception. Their divine power is free to be retracted and always condensed in the divine body without being released. It will only explode when needed, producing the effect of destroying the world. If it is dispersed casually and uncontrollable, then these gods whose faith and divine power represent all gods will probably feel heartbroken. Moreover, for tens of millions of years, they have been astigmatized, so how can they still maintain their existence?

In fact, some priests who know the secrets of gods know that the flowers on the lakeshore are not blooming, but because in the mythical age, Lord Wendy's friend, Lord Flowers, once visited here. The two gods descended to the mortal world in their original form and walked along the lakeshore. Wherever they passed, flowers bloomed all year round. The long years passed, and the plants on the shore had been replaced for countless generations, but as long as the plants growing here would maintain vitality even in the severe cold.

However, since believers have misunderstood, of course they do not need to explain to them. It is too late for the priests to be happy that they can unintentionally strengthen their faith in the Lord.

Walking along the Holy Lake, the entire temple is centered on the Holy Lake and is arranged like a garden. It is a church for all the priests to be women. Every place is carefully taken care of. In the internal space, especially the Archbishop's private facilities, it is even more beautifully arranged around it. Not only are flowers everywhere, but there are even a few trees growing, and there are also fruits hanging in winter. Look at your home, tsk, there is no harm without comparison.

Shuer and Lisa looked at each other and smiled tacitly. It was indeed beautiful here, but no matter how you look at it, it was a bit more pleasing to the dilapidated temple in their home.

Bypassing the Holy Lake, it is the private area where visitors stop, and there are also symbolic posts. However, out of courtesy, visitors who are qualified to enter the temple will not break in. This is the most basic rule, especially the private space of high-level priests, which is even a forbidden area.

Of course, it would be another matter if the Archbishop had an explanation. Therefore, when Shuer and Lisa settled the other five people and followed the Archbishop to the private prayer room, they saw that several people should not appear here according to the rules.

Among the six people, the only one who knew was Archbishop Minnie, who was standing under the throne of the forest goddess Anika. The only Lin Jing who could stand up seriously was sitting in his seat in the form of an elf, silently enjoying the fragrance of flower tea, dignified and quiet, and was simply an alien among Lin Jing.

Wait, as if he had ignored something, Shuer frowned and had a vague premonition. His feet were about to step into the door and stayed in the air. Shuer turned his head and looked behind him bit by bit. A few trees, fruits, and the mature oak tree were very good. The Temple of Water was probably not going to be at peace.

"Haha, the forest spirits are always so naughty." Archbishop Orlana sighed deeply, as if helpless, but in fact he didn't mind at all. Lord Wendy had a good relationship with several main gods of the Forest Gods, and the temples of both sides often interacted with each other. The believers of the Water liked these forest spirits who had taken root everywhere and pretended to be wild plants. Even if they were often teased by their pranks, they never overestimate them, and they couldn't hate them.

It is estimated that because Archbishop Minnie is in the prayer hall, the Lin Jing and others have restrained themselves. Otherwise, they might have already passed and these guys have already started to make trouble.

"I think it's better to think that it's better to see nothing." Shuer nodded seriously, as if he was affirming his wisdom, "Let them take root here for the rest of their lives."

"Hey? Why do you say this? I've told you to see me change the shape." When the forest spirit transforms from a tree to other shapes, it is definitely impossible to wear clothes on your body. The information content in this sentence is a bit too large, "I'm sure you can read it..."

"Bang", the door of the prayer room was closed heavily by Shuer. Existence is mental pollution. The Lin Jing race is really terrible. In addition, Lisa, there are so many outsiders, and they are all big shots. Let's not pinch me secretly now, can we talk about it when we go back?

"Shul Wright, Lord Luna's combat priest, the actual controller of the Dark Moon Temple, will also be the first priest who successfully allowed McCar Forest to accept the temple of alien gods." As soon as he entered the door, a cold word floated over, "But can you really bear the heavy responsibility entrusted by Lord Anica?"

Hiss, this woman is a bit scary. This is the most direct feeling in Shuer's heart when he saw the other person for the first time.

The person who spoke was a female wood elf and the only priest who did not wear a holy robe in the prayer hall.

There seems to be nothing special about a red plaid skirt, short green hair, and a parasol for traveling on your arms.

What's special is her expression.

He looked cold and serious, with indifference to life in his eyes. This kind of eyes Shuer had seen it. It was not that he became indifferent after killing too much, but that only those murderers who really don’t take life seriously will have such indifference in their eyes. Shuer has always been very careful when contacting such people, because they may kill people for various inexplicable reasons without any warning, and will not feel guilty about depriving them of life in the future.

"Ha, this priest who doesn't know the name." Shure's face turned gloomy and his voice lowered a lot. "Can I think your comment is questioning my ability?"

Tit-for-tat, Shuer changed his normal behavior this time and refused to give in. It was not that he suddenly changed his temperament, but that he knew very well that the other party liked such a person.

The wood elves Aloma, the apostle of the Lord of Flowers, is also an alien among the wood elves and the most famous militant in the forest.

The Lord of Flowers is the incarnation of plants. Unlike several other Lord of the Forest Gods who love life, she ignores the lives of all wise creatures and regards protecting forests and plants as her duty. Her believers also take her as an example and are hostile to any acts that destroy the forest ecology. In order to protect the forest, believers do not hesitate to be enemies with other wise creatures.

As the archbishop of the Temple of Flowers, Aloma is naturally the best in protecting the forest. Even in the era of the Temple of Peace, as long as someone dares to destroy the forest ecology, she will be attacked mercilessly. It is said that when she was young three hundred years ago, she was so radical that as long as other intelligent creatures stepped into the forest, it would arouse her anger. It was not until she was warned by the Lord of Flowers that she restrained a lot.

Fighting on the front line all year round makes her character extremely hard. She only respects the powerful and accomplished people in various fields and is disdainful of weak creatures. Therefore, the more she shrinks in front of her, the more she will be despised by her. Among the mercenaries who risk their lives to go deep into the forest to pick endangered rare plants, there was a rule that if she is not lucky enough to meet Aloma, there is only a dead end to beg for mercy and escape. Instead, she will fight back head-on, and there may be a glimmer of hope. Of course, in fact, all those who do this are dead, but it can be seen that her character has spread among the thieves.

Shur had never met Aloma, but he had studied in-depth research on the forest gods, from the main gods to the gods of Gods, and as for their apostles, he knew very clearly, especially iconic figures like Aloma. He recognized them as soon as he met and said that he didn't know the name, which was just a disguise.

Wow, I hate accidents.

Shul really hates accidents. For those who like to think about layout, accidents are often the biggest enemy.

In his plan, he did not plan to deal with Aloma for a day without being promoted to the legend, because he could only face tit for tit, but if he was not strong enough, it would be too dangerous to do so.

Unfortunately, accidents always favor those who hate him. Archbishop Oranna just mentioned Minnie in the Forest Temple, but never mentioned Aloma. Otherwise, Shure would never have attended the party.

Of course it's a joke. As long as you need it, Shuer will not change his mind because of the existence of a certain character, and not to mention that he is not really afraid of her.

"Yes, I'm just questioning your ability." Aloma said with a cold face, "How important is Lord Anika's mission? It doesn't matter if you die. If you let Lord Anika down, it's a serious crime."

"I'm so sorry, I am an apostle of Lord Dark Moon. I have never asked other gods to have expectations of me, and I can't bear it. So will Lord Anika's expectations be disappointed? It's useless to have any relationship with me. As for the serious sin? Tsk tsk, sir, what is your identity, and you can condemn the apostles of other gods without authorization. Could it be that you really don't take the covenant of the gods in the temple of the gods seriously?"

Shuer sneered disdainfully, but he felt relieved. It would be a good phenomenon not to do it directly, as long as you can communicate, there would be no problem.

"Questioning my strength, haha, it's so interesting. I have led the team to go through dozens of shadows, and I have brought my teammates back safely, and I have gained a lot. How strong is my strength, they are qualified to comment. What about you? I wonder how many times have you entered and left the projection gate? How many monsters have you faced in and out of the other world?"

"Oh, by the way, your strength is a legendary strongman. No wonder you want to question my strength. I'm afraid this is questioning my golden-level combat power. However, if I remember correctly, for the first time, I rely on the other seven golden-level teammates to kill their legendary leaders among millions of enemies, and bring back eleven low-level combatants and ordinary people."
Chapter completed!