Darkness is Coming: Chapter 545 pity

  Humans are divided into classes by many complex factors such as income level, comprehensive ability, and status.

   And the saints only divide the class by the pure strength of the individual, so the class division of the saints is simpler and more rigid and unshakable.

   Even though the temple claims that the people of the Lord of Evolution are equal, the fact remains that the status of the saints is still determined by their own strength, and now it is just the piety of a belief.

And Juliana is not outstanding in these two points, perhaps a lot better than those of the "ghetto", but compared with the black priests, white guards and cardinals standing in the Origen Cathedral, the gap is Like the light of a firefly contrasting the bright moon.

   Therefore, just standing in front of the gate of the Holy Temple, the terrifying coercion inside made Juliana feel weak in her legs. She was a dignified saint, and she climbed the rock and climbed the mountain as if she were walking on the ground. Now it is difficult to walk on the soft red carpet.

  I wonder if it was an illusion or not, when Juliana managed to reach the altar in the center of the church, she felt that she had used up the energy she had gained from eating before.

"Lord St. Envoy." Juliana lowered her head, waiting for Mrs. St. Envoy to turn around and get down on her knees to kiss his toes - even if Juliana was not as devoutly a believer in evolution as most of her kin. Lord, but no amount of humility in the presence of His Excellency the Holy Envoy can be exaggerated.

   But when the figure in the black and red stand-collar robe turned around in front of her, Juliana was stunned, her knees only bent halfway, like a spring that lost its elasticity, it could neither continue to press down nor jump back.

Juliana knew the holy clan in the image of the red-haired boy in front of her. Even if she had only seen it a few times, even if Juliana's memory was not very good, she could still remember this face clearly. This was the transformation of Juliana from human to human. Bishop of the New York Diocese of the Holy Family.

  Behind the red-haired bishop, the altar was in a mess. It was obvious that another transformation ceremony had just ended. Presumably tonight, many of the Lord's people lost their way and fell into the embrace of the Lord of Evolution.

   Cardinal obviously didn't recognize Juliana. He ignored Juliana's unusual behavior and complicated expression, nodded to Juliana and said, "The Holy Envoy is waiting for you."

   Juliana was flattered and didn't know how to respond.

"After bathing and changing clothes, follow me to the secret room." The cardinal didn't wait patiently for Juliana's response, and walked around the circular altar toward a deeper part of the church. The black priests standing on both sides began to clean the altar. Liana was stunned for a moment before moving to follow.

After enjoying the extravagant blood bath she had never imagined before, Juliana resisted the urge to drink up her bath water, dried herself, put on a black and red robe, and followed the cardinal, her heart welling up. The tension is getting stronger and stronger. She is not wearing an ordinary bathrobe, but a bishop-level robe. If two blood roses can be embroidered on the neckline of the two sides, it will be second only to the four saints. The Cardinal, the center of power in the Temple.

   A low-level saint who works in Pink Paradise and sells his body for human entertainment in exchange for money and food, how can he be qualified to wear this robe?

   "Please come in." The cardinal pushed open the door of the secret room, bowed and stepped back, it seems that he is not qualified to face the Holy Spirit.

Juliana did not dare to keep the Holy Envoy waiting for a long time, and went straight into the secret room. If the Holy Envoy or the Bishop wanted to harm her, there was no need to be so troublesome. She only needed to have an elite team sent by the Heresy Judgment to let her live. Evaporating, it is absolutely impossible for a low-level saint to escape the palm of the "Hand of Holy White".

   So Juliana knew that she didn't have to be afraid. Since she was still alive, it meant that the Holy Envoy had no malice towards her, so she could continue to live.

   In the secret room, a young man with black hair and black eyes sat on a polished wooden chair, dressed in a loose silk white robe, his jade-like skin was half-covered, showing a sense of mystery unique to the Orientals.

   This is Lord Saint White? Juliana was quite surprised. The legendary great sage in front of her had almost no sense of oppression, as if she was sitting there like an ordinary human being.

Taking a closer look, Juliana found a fact that made her even more unable to believe her eyes: Lord Saint White was holding a baby wrapped in a swaddled baby. , Because the skull has not yet developed and closed, the top of the skull with a few strands of sparse hair is softly concave.

  Juliana closed her eyes, opened them, closed them tightly, opened them again.

  The brains of the saints do not have the function of dreaming, so everything in front of them is actually happening.

   How could Lord Shengbai hold a baby in such a gentle posture, and gently shake his arms to coax the baby to sleep?

   Incredible.

   Is that baby the heir of Lord Saint White?

   Can the Holy Race conceive and have children?

Juliana didn't know the answer to this question, but she was sure that at least the Holy Race couldn't be conceived in conjunction with humans. So far, the only known way for the Holy Race to reproduce is to convert the human beings as food into the same race. Other than that, don't There is no other way.

   Could it be that Lord Shengbai found a way to make the saints reproduce on their own?

   "Juliana." Bai said, interrupting Juliana's thoughts, "I've been following you for a long time."

  Juliana is cautious and restless. She is a small and low-level saint. How can He De get the attention of Lord Shengbai? She wanted to ask herself why she had this honor, but she dared not speak.

"You know, you are the first low-level saint who did not accept the baptism of the Holy Communion, and generated emotions and rich emotions by yourself." Bai seemed to be able to understand Juliana's doubts and answered actively, "I have thought about many ways. , I hope that the lower saints can generate and understand emotions, but it has never been successful. I once thought this was an impossible goal until you appeared."

"You will do everything you can to please your customers during your service hours, not just for better reviews and more repeat customers? As far as I know, you have previously served a bankrupt customer for free, Paying an advance deposit for him is equivalent to posting it upside down... No saint would treat humans like this."

   Lord Shengbai's voice could not be heard of joy or anger, but Juliana felt a deep sense of fear. Did she really become a heresy, a heresy that Lord Shengbai wanted to shred by herself?

The desire to survive made Juliana bend her knees to the ground. She was about to plead for the mercy of the Lord of Evolution, but she saw Lord Saint White walking in front of her, holding the baby in one hand and placing the other on top of her head. .

   "You have been puzzled for a long time as to why you did such a stupid thing, and you have never been able to understand what kind of emotion it is."

   "Juliana, that particular emotion cannot be defined by simple joy or anger."

   "That's sympathy."