"I once said, 'I hope that one day, I can spread the path of the Holy Light to the commoners and teach them the meaning of the three great virtues.' I have spent my entire life working hard for this and have never once deviated from the will of the Holy Light. So, I am the archbishop that all of you acknowledge. "
"From the very beginning, I've always believed that worldly authority shouldn't be the ruler of the Holy Light. If I were to personally appoint a successor, then the Church of Holy Light would one day be filled with benefits, and it would gradually decay and be destroyed. Since I am destined to return to the embrace of the Holy Light, then let the Holy Light choose a true emissary of light. "
Alonsos slowly extended his right index finger and pointed in the air. The ethereal and holy voice sounded again.
"Who among you … is willing to dedicate every moment of your life to the Holy Light? Swear on your soul before the Holy Light that you will help the weak, save the sick, punish the cruel, uphold justice, and spread the Three Great Virtues for the rest of your life?" After a pause, Alonsos continued, "Those who are willing, please step forward!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Light on his body doubled in strength.
To the naked eye, this was already a radiance that was more dazzling than the sun. However, none of the people present felt that the Holy Light was dazzling. Even though it was dazzling, everyone could clearly see every detail on Alonsos's body.
A regional bishop of the Church of Holy Light who had been fighting for the position of archbishop wanted to stand up and step forward. However, he was horrified to feel the resistance from the Holy Light.
It was a type of disgust and resistance towards impure things.
It was like an evil creature that wanted to call itself a brother of a holy creature but was coldly and mercilessly rejected.
It was not that he did not try to sneak in, but he was immediately met with an even greater retaliation from the Holy Light. Suddenly, a golden Holy Light rose from his body. The Holy Light was like a flame that surrounded his body. If he made the slightest movement, he would immediately feel a heart-wrenching pain.
He was drenched in sweat and crawled on the ground in fear, not daring to move anymore.
Alonsos looked at the regional bishop from Darrowshire with a pitiful gaze before retracting his gaze.
The will of the Holy Light was clear — those who attempted to ascend to the position of Archbishop of Holy Light with selfish desires would be punished severely.
Alonsos shook his head slightly and said slowly, "The position of an archbishop does not represent authority, nor does it represent glory. On the contrary, it was a sacred duty. This means that the person who ascends to this position will have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the miserable and suffering people from despair. "
"An archbishop is not a savior! He could not save every good soul that was exposed to the butcher knife of the cruel enemy. But the archbishop represents the ultimate beauty and goodness of the world, and represents the last hope of everyone in despair. "
"What right does an ordinary mortal have to recite the archbishop's name in despair?"
"Because of your selfless sacrifice and dedication!"
"Because of all the hard work you've done for the people of the world!"
"You used your own life and soul to set a benchmark for the goodness of the world! To bring hope to billions of lives! "
At this point, Alonsos' voice slowed down.
"The Holy Light rejects all impurities. Those with selfish desires, please leave. I will ask you one last time, who wishes to inherit the will of the Holy Light and make your name truly sacred … please step forward! "
A bishop retreated. He was ashamed. He crawled on the ground, moved his legs, and slowly exited the hall.
Two bishops retreated.
Five bishops retreated.
Of the bishops of the Seven Kingdoms, apart from Fao who was also the bishop of Lordaeron, five had retreated. Only Beneditas, the bishop of Stormwind, was left.
Beneditas neither advanced nor retreated. He calmly knelt on the ground, letting his face be bathed in the waves of holy light that undulated in the main hall.
He was quietly waiting for the new archbishop to be born.
Alonsos's demands were too high.
All humans have selfish desires!
Humans had birth, old age, sickness, and death!
As long as one was human, there would always be things one wanted to do.
Was there really such a perfect, selfless saint?
Speaking of which, if he was this pious, was he still human?
At this moment, a person moved.
He was Alonsos' most beloved and valued disciple — Wuther the Lightbringer.
Wuther's calm voice rang out. "I believe I can do all of the above. If everyone does not mind that I am a Holy Knight, I am willing to accept the inheritance of the will of the Holy Light. "
There was a low commotion around, but it quickly subsided.
Alonsos spoke. "The path of the Holy Light does not discriminate by nationality or race. The Holy Light is the ultimate wish of all things in the world. If you, Wuther, are willing to offer your life and soul to the Holy Light for all people in the world, then please stand in front of me. "
Wuther did not hesitate. He walked up to Alonsos, who was suspended in the air, and knelt on one knee. He lowered his head, which he did not even lower for the king.
"I, Wuther the Lightbringer, swear before the Holy Light that I am willing to abide by the Three Great Virtues. I will use my life to spread the Holy Light, spread hope, punish evil, and promote justice!"
The clear and sonorous voice echoed throughout the entire Holy Light Cathedral.
Although it was a little strange for a Holy Knight to be the next Archbishop of the Holy Light, the priests quickly accepted it.
Yes!
Only a truly selfless person had the right to set foot on that holy position, and only had the right to be holy in the hearts of the people!
Alonsos smiled as he lowered his body and patted the shoulder of his most devout disciple. Tears of gratification flowed from the corner of his eyes. He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Praise the Holy Light!"
Suddenly, an illusory ball of golden Holy Light descended on Wuther's head, forming a golden crown that looked like a garland.
This was the Holy Light's recognition of Wuther.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
After being stunned for a full three seconds, countless priests knelt on the ground, straightened their backs, and raised their hands to the sky.
"Praise the Holy Light —"
"Praise Holy Wuther!"
The next moment, everyone's voice stopped.
That's right!
The moment the inheritance was completed, Alonsos Faol's name became history.
Wuther the Lightbringer's name became the new holy.
Wuther the Lightbringer's tears flowed down his face as he hugged his teacher's limp body.
On this day, with Lordaeron as the starting point, the bells of every Church of Light in every city and every small town in every village rang.
Countless believers knelt on the ground and cried in sorrow.
Everyone used this method to commemorate the passing of a true saint.
Standing on the balcony of the State Guesthouse, Duque looked at the Holy Light Cathedral from afar and suddenly said softly, "Let's go! It's time to leave. "
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