"Yes, I'm here on his behalf."

The voice was very soft, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of the middle-aged man.

An ordinary sentence, but it suddenly made him excited to the point where his eyes turned red.

Looking into Chu An's eyes, His Majesty the Pope could no longer restrain his emotions:

"As expected! The Lord has not abandoned us!"

"Lord Lin An, no! Lord God"

"Is he okay? Will he come to our place again?"

“Does the Lord have any will!?”

Asked many questions in succession.

As the Pope's voice sounded, countless believers in the hall trembled at the same time. They did not dare to look back, but they were extremely pious and wanted to hear every next word of An.

On both sides of the temple, four priests with solemn faces and scrolls in their hands stared at Chu An. The quill in his right hand turned blue and his fingertips trembled.

In their eyes, Chu An at this time is the most noble person in the world, the representative of Lin An.

Every word spoken by the divine messengers must be recorded and passed down for generations to come.

Looking at the excited Pope, the original indifferent expression on Chu An's face was replaced by a gentle smile:

"Yes."

"But maybe it won't be long before the Lord needs you and He fights."

After saying that, Chu An nodded and left.

Looking at Chu An's leaving figure, the pope, who was known as the highest authority on the continent and had been in contact with the gods, was stunned for a moment, then nodded excitedly.

The rickety body tried to straighten up.

Taking a deep breath, he faced tens of thousands of fanatic believers, suddenly raised the scepter in his hand, and shouted loudly with a solemn expression:

"Hear that!? Lambs of our Lord!"

"The Supreme One who once redeemed the world has issued a new revelation! Lord! We need us!"

"For Ling'an!"

The Pope’s shouts with all his strength echoed in the temple.

In an instant, countless equally fanatical shouts sounded at the same time, which were the shouts of all fanatical believers as if they were being honored:

"For Ling'an!"

“All glory to Ling’an!”

“All glory to Ling’an!”

Over and over again, amid the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, the pope holding the scepter subconsciously looked back and saw that the clerk not far away was writing quickly.

Under the dome, on the pure white statue, the smile becomes even more sacred.

In a daze, he seemed to remember the day he saw God for the first time.

In the corner of the temple, a female priest wearing a white gauze looked silently at the pope who led the believers in chanting.

Or rather.
Chapter completed!