NOVEL NEXT One Piece: Holy Cult
Chapter 357 Promotion (1 more)
Chapter 357 Promotion (one more)
The church is not ordinary, the church is not ordinary, and as a pastor, the old man who presides over the church is not ordinary either.
Under the bright light, the wisdom in the eyes of the old man can illuminate the world more than the light.
And when his wisdom flows through the pious pen tip and falls on the paper, what is written is sacred.
Julius Oram, the old man's name.He is famous for his piety and wisdom to the gods, and what he is writing now is the "Book of Miracles" that has been written with wisdom and painstaking efforts throughout his life.
There have long been rumors in the Miracle God Sect that His Majesty the Pope had personally read a small manuscript of the "Book of Miracles". On that day, Julius Oram must be promoted to a saint of the religion.
What is a saint? It is recognized in the divine religion that it is second only to His Majesty the Pope, and its spiritual status is even higher than that of the archbishop. It is the God of Miracles who bestowed divine grace and canonized it himself.
Millions of church believers have long been looking forward to the "Book of Miracles", but none of them are more eager than their His Majesty the Pope at this moment, looking forward to Julius Aurum's promotion to a saint immediately.
While resisting the siege from the nine kings, Uriel, who had died twice, separated his mind to ignore the barrier of space, and bet on Julius Aurum.
He pays close attention to the progress of the "Book of Miracles" almost every day, and keeping an eye on Julius Oram has become his daily routine recently.
There is no other reason, only the appearance of the last saint is missing, and he can gather all the conditions for promotion, from the full-level Da Mingshen, to the next big rank of the strongest god system.
There is no doubt that his strength will undergo an explosive leap and improvement at that time.
His life and death, and the future of the Cult of Miracles, are now in the hands of Julius Oram.
Judging from Uriel's observations over the past few days, the time when Julius Oram completed his masterpiece is today.
The ink flows and becomes a beautifully structured text ironed on the paper, flowing on the page, carrying the greatness and holiness that can be spoken, passed down, and inspired by the spirit of mortals.
The old man Julius Oram didn't know that just as he was considering how to modify the sentence and wrote the last few sentences to make the "Book of Miracles" perfect, the object of his belief, the religion of miracles His Majesty the Pope is being sent into his body by the eight kings who opened up the world together, with the power to destroy the earth and the sky, completely collapsed, and experienced another death.
Now, there are only two chances of being able to come back from the dead, and what is more urgent than that is that Uriel's divine power is running out.
Of course, he didn't make the kings feel better. The eight world kings who besieged him were all injured, among which the twin kings were the most seriously injured. Each arm disappeared without a trace. It was not much better, not only was there only a piece of scorched black flowers and willows left on the upturned mustache, but also several blood holes were pulled out on the body, the most serious was the huge wound at the root of the thigh, which was almost completely cut off. Infinitely close to real girls from women's clothing gangsters.
As for the other kings, Uriel treats them equally, as long as they seize the opportunity, they will come to remember ruthlessly, until the kings who rule the world scream in pain and are extremely embarrassed.
This is Uriel's hard power. Even if the queen, who has insight into the truth, uses her ability to know everything and make the most perfect command, it is impossible to ensure that everyone is intact under the counterattack of Pope Bai.
"Oh, my old waist! How can this brat be so fierce? It's all because of the other bastards who have always been dawdling. They don't know what punctuality is. Otherwise, 21 people will go together, how can we fight like this? It was difficult and embarrassing."
Inadvertently, Uriel, who was reborn again, seized the opportunity and pierced his waist with magical magic, almost taking out half of his waist. One of the twin kings screamed.
From what he said, it is clear that all the twenty kings are still alive and are on their way back at the request of the World Government.
Uriel was a little thankful for his luck. If all the twenty kings were present, he might not even have the chance to pin his hopes on Julius Aurum.
It's just that after injuring the Twin Kings again, his divine power finally bottomed out, approaching the verge of exhaustion.
"Three minutes, if the lovely old Julius can't complete his masterpiece, I will really take pills!"
Trying his best to unleash the magic spell, blocking the death dagger thrown by the twin kings, and the pink ray emitted from the umbrella tip of the women's clothing boss, Uriel looked at his remaining divine power and silently calculated the last time he could persist.
"Everyone, it's time to speed up. Our enemies must be killed immediately. My eyes seem to see a not-so-good future."
Just when Uriel prayed to the god of miracles that he invented for the first time in his life, hoping that Julius Oram could be promoted to a saint in time, the queen who had insight into the truth suddenly spoke out and urged the eight kings.
The light wheel in the eyes flashed, like an engine gear turning at full speed, spinning wildly to deduce, the ability to see through everything and the terrifying intuition of women's unreasonableness combined into one, instinctively aware of some kind of ominous premonition.
The kings obeyed the queen who had insight into the truth. Hearing the words, they immediately gave up their fear of being counterattacked by Uriel. Column kills.
It is Uriel's luck that he is unknown.
While being violently attacked, Uriel's face lit up with joy, because from the spiritual world, he had seen Julius Oram raise his pen and finish writing the last word.
"Hahahaha!"
The sound of long laughter resounded through Marie Gioia at this moment.Uriel once again handed over his head in the hands of the kings, but the joyful laughter was still echoing above the red earth continent after his body had disappeared.
As time passed, the laughter not only did not stop, but became louder and louder, like rolling thunder, gradually becoming his laughter that could be heard by the whole world.
Across the entire great sea route, from the East China Sea to the West Sea, from the South China Sea to the North Sea, from above the nine heavens to the bottom of the deep sea, every island, every town, every corner, every person, every creature, can hear To this shocking laughter.
In front of Julius Oram, the "Book of Miracles" with wet ink was shining brightly, suspended in the air, like the brightest and most dazzling star, and he himself was shrouded in immeasurable light. Saints at God's side.
The last piece of the puzzle needed for promotion was finally completed. Under the astonished eyes of the nine kings, the disappeared White Pope Uriel was reorganized again and was reborn in front of them again.
But no matter the mental aura, or the boundless coercion that they felt unbearable just by standing, everything showed that Uriel at this time was completely different.
(End of this chapter)
The church is not ordinary, the church is not ordinary, and as a pastor, the old man who presides over the church is not ordinary either.
Under the bright light, the wisdom in the eyes of the old man can illuminate the world more than the light.
And when his wisdom flows through the pious pen tip and falls on the paper, what is written is sacred.
Julius Oram, the old man's name.He is famous for his piety and wisdom to the gods, and what he is writing now is the "Book of Miracles" that has been written with wisdom and painstaking efforts throughout his life.
There have long been rumors in the Miracle God Sect that His Majesty the Pope had personally read a small manuscript of the "Book of Miracles". On that day, Julius Oram must be promoted to a saint of the religion.
What is a saint? It is recognized in the divine religion that it is second only to His Majesty the Pope, and its spiritual status is even higher than that of the archbishop. It is the God of Miracles who bestowed divine grace and canonized it himself.
Millions of church believers have long been looking forward to the "Book of Miracles", but none of them are more eager than their His Majesty the Pope at this moment, looking forward to Julius Aurum's promotion to a saint immediately.
While resisting the siege from the nine kings, Uriel, who had died twice, separated his mind to ignore the barrier of space, and bet on Julius Aurum.
He pays close attention to the progress of the "Book of Miracles" almost every day, and keeping an eye on Julius Oram has become his daily routine recently.
There is no other reason, only the appearance of the last saint is missing, and he can gather all the conditions for promotion, from the full-level Da Mingshen, to the next big rank of the strongest god system.
There is no doubt that his strength will undergo an explosive leap and improvement at that time.
His life and death, and the future of the Cult of Miracles, are now in the hands of Julius Oram.
Judging from Uriel's observations over the past few days, the time when Julius Oram completed his masterpiece is today.
The ink flows and becomes a beautifully structured text ironed on the paper, flowing on the page, carrying the greatness and holiness that can be spoken, passed down, and inspired by the spirit of mortals.
The old man Julius Oram didn't know that just as he was considering how to modify the sentence and wrote the last few sentences to make the "Book of Miracles" perfect, the object of his belief, the religion of miracles His Majesty the Pope is being sent into his body by the eight kings who opened up the world together, with the power to destroy the earth and the sky, completely collapsed, and experienced another death.
Now, there are only two chances of being able to come back from the dead, and what is more urgent than that is that Uriel's divine power is running out.
Of course, he didn't make the kings feel better. The eight world kings who besieged him were all injured, among which the twin kings were the most seriously injured. Each arm disappeared without a trace. It was not much better, not only was there only a piece of scorched black flowers and willows left on the upturned mustache, but also several blood holes were pulled out on the body, the most serious was the huge wound at the root of the thigh, which was almost completely cut off. Infinitely close to real girls from women's clothing gangsters.
As for the other kings, Uriel treats them equally, as long as they seize the opportunity, they will come to remember ruthlessly, until the kings who rule the world scream in pain and are extremely embarrassed.
This is Uriel's hard power. Even if the queen, who has insight into the truth, uses her ability to know everything and make the most perfect command, it is impossible to ensure that everyone is intact under the counterattack of Pope Bai.
"Oh, my old waist! How can this brat be so fierce? It's all because of the other bastards who have always been dawdling. They don't know what punctuality is. Otherwise, 21 people will go together, how can we fight like this? It was difficult and embarrassing."
Inadvertently, Uriel, who was reborn again, seized the opportunity and pierced his waist with magical magic, almost taking out half of his waist. One of the twin kings screamed.
From what he said, it is clear that all the twenty kings are still alive and are on their way back at the request of the World Government.
Uriel was a little thankful for his luck. If all the twenty kings were present, he might not even have the chance to pin his hopes on Julius Aurum.
It's just that after injuring the Twin Kings again, his divine power finally bottomed out, approaching the verge of exhaustion.
"Three minutes, if the lovely old Julius can't complete his masterpiece, I will really take pills!"
Trying his best to unleash the magic spell, blocking the death dagger thrown by the twin kings, and the pink ray emitted from the umbrella tip of the women's clothing boss, Uriel looked at his remaining divine power and silently calculated the last time he could persist.
"Everyone, it's time to speed up. Our enemies must be killed immediately. My eyes seem to see a not-so-good future."
Just when Uriel prayed to the god of miracles that he invented for the first time in his life, hoping that Julius Oram could be promoted to a saint in time, the queen who had insight into the truth suddenly spoke out and urged the eight kings.
The light wheel in the eyes flashed, like an engine gear turning at full speed, spinning wildly to deduce, the ability to see through everything and the terrifying intuition of women's unreasonableness combined into one, instinctively aware of some kind of ominous premonition.
The kings obeyed the queen who had insight into the truth. Hearing the words, they immediately gave up their fear of being counterattacked by Uriel. Column kills.
It is Uriel's luck that he is unknown.
While being violently attacked, Uriel's face lit up with joy, because from the spiritual world, he had seen Julius Oram raise his pen and finish writing the last word.
"Hahahaha!"
The sound of long laughter resounded through Marie Gioia at this moment.Uriel once again handed over his head in the hands of the kings, but the joyful laughter was still echoing above the red earth continent after his body had disappeared.
As time passed, the laughter not only did not stop, but became louder and louder, like rolling thunder, gradually becoming his laughter that could be heard by the whole world.
Across the entire great sea route, from the East China Sea to the West Sea, from the South China Sea to the North Sea, from above the nine heavens to the bottom of the deep sea, every island, every town, every corner, every person, every creature, can hear To this shocking laughter.
In front of Julius Oram, the "Book of Miracles" with wet ink was shining brightly, suspended in the air, like the brightest and most dazzling star, and he himself was shrouded in immeasurable light. Saints at God's side.
The last piece of the puzzle needed for promotion was finally completed. Under the astonished eyes of the nine kings, the disappeared White Pope Uriel was reorganized again and was reborn in front of them again.
But no matter the mental aura, or the boundless coercion that they felt unbearable just by standing, everything showed that Uriel at this time was completely different.
(End of this chapter)
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