Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Temperance finally broke away from the coma and regained consciousness.

The sound of praising the goddess is extremely magnificent, so noisy that she can't hear anything except prayers, her temperate dark eyes are still a little dazed, she subconsciously turned her head to see the goddess of all things kneeling on the square. Believers, everyone is cheering and praising that short-lived miracle.

She was startled, and closed her eyes slightly:

"Praise the beautiful god, praise the great co-lord of all things. You are the only God in the world, the source of all things in the world; you are in charge of the rules of beginning and end, the cycle of stars and reincarnation..."

"May you take care of your believers."

"May your glory never die..."

Mo Ye didn't hear what she was talking about, she only saw Temperance finally opened her eyes, and then closed it again for some reason, her lips lightly opened as if she was saying something. But it was too noisy here, she couldn't hear anything at all, so she could only helplessly ask:

"what are you saying?"

But unfortunately, Temperance couldn't hear what she was talking about.

After she closed her eyes for a while, she opened her eyes again, and she looked at Mo Ye, with a rare light in her always cold expression.

She slowly got up from the lying position, and the wound that had penetrated a terrifying hole in her abdomen was also healed at an astonishing speed.

The broken and broken internal organs and flesh and blood tissues sprout new buds, and the outer skin regenerates, covers, scars, and finally turns into an intact porcelain white.

The whole process only takes more than ten seconds.

Temperance put down her hand on the upper of the goddess statue. She turned her head slightly, no longer looking at the believers below, but staring directly at Mo Ye. She said:

"Please retrieve the faith in the idol..."

But Mo Ye, who couldn't hear him at all, could only return a dumbfounded look. Temperance was a little annoyed and stopped talking, she chose to directly use actions to show what she wanted to say.

"You need to touch the idol."

While she said this, she held Mo Ye's hand.

Although every word she said could not be heard by the other party, it did not affect her pure white body that held the other party's hand and reached out to the statue of the goddess of all things. Mo Ye originally wanted to break free subconsciously, but felt that temperance would not be detrimental to herself, so she followed the action of temperance and put her hand on the goddess of all things.

The surface of the idol was a little cold, she thought.

But for the shell of the Snow Mountain Goddess, there shouldn’t be anything in this world that can make her feel cold anymore, so where is the coolness that spreads along the palm of her hand? Come here?

Temperance let go of her hand, took two steps back, and retreated to the new **** who had not broken away from the old shell in her mind. She saw that the idol suddenly lit up with an extremely bright light when the two touched, burning people's eyes like a dazzling sun, but as a believer of Him, she would not be harmed by His brilliance.

This extremely dazzling and magnificent integrated beam of light led to the sky, seeming to penetrate the barrier of the world and reach a field outside the world. Probably, whether it is on the Oran continent or the borders far overseas, all beings are at this moment, seeing the miracle belonging to the goddess of all things appearing.

After the miracle of the spiritual plague brought by the only **** and the miracle of the **** of mankind about to bring natural disasters, what will this third miracle bring?

Maybe people outside will feel sad.

Since the first two gods will bring disasters, this third time should be no exception. Everyone raised their heads and stared at the beam of light that directly leads to the sky, which is a majestic and sacred radiance. In the first miracle manifestation, some people were chosen to become the believers, and some people panicked and wanted to escape.

Some are crazy, some are depraved, some are desperate...

And this time, the rest are silent compromisers.

Most people knelt on the ground in silence, bowing to the lofty beam of light, like hopeless lambs, waiting for God's judgment. The believers of Lorraine who have joined the goddess of all things are also kneeling, they are more alive than the silent lambs outside, and they are excitedly looking forward to the coming of God.

Temperance heard heavy footsteps behind him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Someone stepped up the stairs with heavy steps.

Even in such a noisy environment, she could still hear someone approaching. She turned around and saw that the person who came was her former colleague, a devout from the Holy See, and the knight in armor loyally held the long sword beside her and walked to her side step by step. With a keen experience of many battles, he must have sensed the existence of himself and his majesty.

Or, he can see at all--

"I didn't expect to see you here, temperance."

The knight slowly uttered a sentence with a sense of sorrow.

Although he said so, his eyes were staring at the statue of the goddess of all things intently, and he didn't pay the slightest attention to his former companions.

Temperance knew that he had indeed seen himself and his majesty. The loyal eyes were a bit special, they were grey-blue like glass beads, in which they were clear and reflective and could clearly reflect everything in the eyes.

His eyes reflected the girl who had come into contact with the goddess of all things. It was a goddess with long blue hair like the ocean. It was clear that the color of her body should be pure white, but in the eyes of loyalty and special, it still becomes For the real blue.

Loyalty stopped there, holding a long sword in his hand, as if the surrounding environment had calmed down.

In this kind of silence that seemed to isolate the world, Temperance heard what he said clearly, and only nodded, not prepared to talk too much with him. Even if she joined the goddess of all things, she was as taciturn and unkind as usual.

"That... Your Majesty the Goddess?" the knight asked.

"Yes." Temperance responded in a simple and clear manner.

"Although I also have a hunch that His Majesty the Goddess of All Things is not the incarnation of the only God, but I didn't expect that He will be such a... still a mortal, yet yet to ascend a god."

The knight stared at the goddess who was truly in the world, his focused and silent eyes softened slightly:

"He should be a gentle and kind god."

"Your Majesty is true."

Hearing the rare praise of the knight's loyalty, he looked at him invisibly, and finally responded to him.

"He is not the same as your Majesty the God of humanity..."

After the knight said this, he put down the hilt of the sword he was holding, clasped his hands across his chest, knuckled his eyes slightly, and prayed reverently and silently. Gods who cannot respond to believers are indeed different from Gods who walk in the world.

"Yeah." The temperance returned to be concise, and as it should be.

She suddenly asked: "Do you believe in Him?"

Loyalty was silent for a while, and he answered slowly:

"I have no idea."

"I gave up my faith in His Majesty the God of Mankind, and came here and came to Him. I think I can once again believe in another god, and believe in one that is completely different from His Majesty the God of Mankind, which can be called redemption. Gods..."

"I need such a god, watching me."

"But I don't know, do I... do I really believe in Him?"

"..."

Temperance stopped talking to him, she seemed to ask casually, and she also seemed to question loyalty. Loyalty used to be a fanatical believer in the **** of mankind when he was in the Holy See. Probably even the Pope's faith in the **** of mankind is no better than the loyalty of entrusting his whole heart to the god, so he was given the name of [loyalty].

But after the collapse of his beliefs, he, who had been completely supported by beliefs in the past few decades, suddenly realized that his past seemed meaningless. He lives in a phantom dream, and will die as he wakes up from the dream at any time. After the dream wakes up, he chooses another parasitic place, unwilling to wither.

It is another belief that can support him to move on.

But whether this new belief is true or false is not clear to anyone. Even being loyal to oneself doesn't know whether he can believe in another **** again like he once believed in the **** of mankind.

Temperance asked him this way, but he felt that his current state seemed a bit different from when he was in the Holy See.

He was too silent, too focused, too pious...

His faith is extremely fanatical and sincere, but it is no longer true.

After a moment of silence, the knights and temperance waited there from left to right, waiting for the new generation of the goddess to accept the power of faith that belongs to her.

The knight closed his eyes and prayed, but he didn't seem to dare to look at the back of the goddess anymore, but temperance was always looking at her, her eyes were shining brightly, just like the redemption that picked her up from the abyss.