There was no day or night in the underground city.
The ten light balls in the sky shone 24 hours a day.
After all, every blade of grass and every tree in the city did not receive real sunlight. Using light as a substitute would naturally be greatly reduced.
However, although there was no day or night, the citizens' schedules were not messed up. After all, everyone could connect to the Internet, and the Internet time was standard.
As for which region's time was used, the Church would inform everyone. Basically, a time zone's time would take three months to half a year.
In recent months, the underground city had been using Solomon Islands' Honiara time zone.
It was now 8: 30 PM in Honiara time zone.
In a wealthy citizen's house, a young girl was praying at home. The statue above her head bloomed with dazzling light, filling the entire room.
The light even shone out from the windows of the three-story building, illuminating the entire city.
Under this dazzling light, the ten light balls above were reduced to a contrast.
"Oh! Which priest came to visit Dorothy's house? "
"No, I've been by the roadside all this time. I didn't see a priest come."
"Ah! Then is Dorothy's piety to this extent? "
"It could also be her man."
"Hey, did you forget that her man went to the ground? This must be Dorothy's advancement. "
Such dazzling light could only be created by a priest. The surrounding neighbors could see that it definitely surpassed the light that citizens could create.
The neighbors discussed animatedly, guessing who in this family had reached the level of piety to be a priest.
"Dong dong dong …"
In this small building, a woman rushed up to the third floor in surprise and pushed open the bedroom door. She saw that the overflowing light inside almost blinded her eyes, forcing her to close her eyes, turn her face away, and use her hands to cover it.
"Helen?" The woman asked half-worriedly and half-tentatively.
The light gradually subsided. A young girl less than ten years old knelt on the ground, opened her eyes, and looked back at her. "Mom, what's the matter? I'm praying. "
The woman covered her mouth in surprise and walked up to hug the girl. "Child, is it really you? Was it really you who was praying just now? "
The girl nodded and said in confusion, "I was praying. What's wrong, Mom?"
"God." The surprise on the woman's face was about to explode. She hugged Helen tightly and said, "You make me so proud, Helen, so proud. You're going to be a priest, my child."
Helen said, "Of course! Mom, I'll definitely be a priest when I grow up. "
The woman kissed Helen and shook her head. "Silly child, you're already a priest!"
"Huh?" Helen looked at her mother.
"You're already a priest! My child! "The woman excitedly carried Helen and rushed downstairs to the street.
She shouted to the neighbors, "My daughter has become a minister!"
"Oh, oh, oh!" The neighbors all cheered with pride, happy and congratulating her from the bottom of their hearts.
"It's actually Helen. God, she's not even ten years old, right?"
"I thought it was Dorothy. I didn't expect it to be her daughter."
While the neighbors congratulated him, they were also extremely shocked.
A nine-year-old Priest? That's a record, right?
Although they all knew that Helen was a good child and a devout genius, she was still a step away from becoming a citizen a few days ago. Now, she was as devout as a priest.
However, they didn't think there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, they felt respect and honor.
After all, faith didn't have to be improved step by step.
It could be fanatical all of a sudden!
Piety and faith were all things that could be achieved with a single thought.
It was normal for one's reverence for God to skyrocket after a single thought.
There was a precedent for a pariah who survived a great disaster and believed that God had saved him. Then, he suddenly became a fanatic and his piety reached the level of a priest.
"Child, quick! Light up this statue! " Dorothy carried her daughter to the entrance of the church district, surrounded by a large group of neighbors.
She pointed at a tall statue of God and asked Helen to pray.
Helen knelt in front of the statue and clasped her hands together devoutly. She put her hands under her chin and closed her eyes to pray.
Soon, the statue emitted an incomparably dazzling light.
Even if everyone closed their eyes, the light would still hurt their eyes.
Suddenly, the light went out. Helen was stunned and looked forward. She could feel a more devout consciousness stopping her from lighting up the statue.
"Am I finally going to come into contact with the core members of the church?"
Helen was undoubtedly Mo Qiong.
Since Mo Qiong wanted to enter the church district in this way, he couldn't use his original appearance.
Even if he transformed, there was no record of his second form in this city. He was an unregistered citizen.
It was fine to walk around the streets. No one could remember everyone in the city.
However, if he wanted to enter the church district, it wouldn't be good if there was no such person after some investigation.
Therefore, Mo Qiong chose a suitable girl and hypnotized her to send her away. Then, he used a plastic surgery room to change his appearance and become her.
This way, he was someone with an identity card. He had relatives and records. Many people knew him.
"It's this child?" A man in a dark gray robe walked out. His clothes were simple and different from the citizens'. It was full of a religious style.
Dorothy excitedly said: "Bishop Fibo, my child Helen, she is extremely devout!"
The bishop named Fibo smiled warmly and patted Mo Qiong's head: "You are only 9 years old, right?"
Mo Qiong raised her head and said: "I am willing to dedicate everything to the great Mother Goddess"
Her expression was extremely holy. Her eyes trembled and turned red as if they were about to bleed.
Everyone sighed. What a good child, so devout and cute.
What they didn't know was that Mo Qiong's Stigmata was acting up, his eyes were bleeding.
No one could predict when the Stigmata would act up. Sometimes, it would automatically stop the bleeding, and sometimes it would suddenly act up.
It had to be said that the Gaia church was very likely to know that the Stigmata was an anomaly. Once they realized that Mo Qiong had the Stigmata, his identity would be exposed.
Betting that they didn't know about the Stigmata, or that they didn't know that the Stigmata was caused by an anomaly wasn't safe.
So when Mo Qiong felt pain, he immediately controlled the muscles and nerves in his eyes to spit out his tears, letting the blood flow freely.
However, no one saw it at the scene.
Because the moment the tears flowed out, they disappeared.
They landed in another world.
This was probably something only Mo Qiong could do. His Stigmata was a blood tear type, without any wounds. It was different from Wu Yunmo, Master Gou, and the others.
Plus, only Mo Qiong could shoot to another world the moment he spat out blood.
So at this moment, his tear glands were like the flamethrowers that set fire to another world.
The flames disappeared at the mouth of the spout, as if there was a transparent portal blocking the mouth of the spout.
The blood was the same, disappearing the moment it came out of the tear glands.
Everyone could only see the corner of Helen's eyes turning red, as if her eyes were about to split open and bleed, but she didn't actually spit out blood.
Not only did it not look like a Stigmata, but it also made people feel that this child was very excited and devout.
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she wanted to give up her life.
"Good child, come with me" Fibo smiled and held Mo Qiong's hand, leading him into the church district.
The Stigmata would act up from time to time, but it would soon stop. Mo Qiong rubbed his eyes and focused on the internal information of the church district.
In the church district, there were temples, palaces, and monasteries.
Along the way, Mo Qiong looked around, recording the route and the location of various buildings, then sent them to Master Gou and the others to draw up deployment maps.
"There are guards at every intersection here, remember these sentry points!"
"Tsk tsk, dressed like a paladin, but holding an automatic rifle …"
"Hmm? The style of this gun doesn't look right, they designed it themselves. Zoom in on the picture! "
"Ah! There's a portrait of the air-conditioning god inside the muzzle! There's also a portrait of the electric lamp god on the scope! "
They soon realized that the church district was filled with weapons of faith, not just on the guns.
The walls, doors, and stone pillars were all carved with idols, the whole church district was filled with the activation medium of this false god's power.
"Archbishop, this is the new priest seedling, Helen. Her piety is 3000! "Fibo led Mo Qiong to a side hall that looked like an operating room and said respectfully.
In the hall, an old man in a golden robe seemed to have been notified in advance, and was helped to a chair by two female priests.
The old man's eyes were hollowed out, and he looked very scary. He wore an iron crown on his head, and in the middle of the crown was not a gem, but a lifelike eyeball.
"Helen, take off your clothes," Fibo said as he opened the cabinet beside him and took out a set of dissecting tools.
"???" Mo Qiong took off his clothes with a defenseless look, but he felt very strange.
He glanced at the crown on the archbishop's head, it was obviously an anomaly.
Then, he heard the old man say, "Good child, show your heart to God."
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