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    Tiffano, the holy city of the Church of Destiny.  This city has been established for thousands of years. There are religious buildings everywhere in the city, including statues of gods, stone statues of saints, and heroic reliefs of descendants of gods and elects, plus white stone temples that stretch throughout the city.  A mortal divine kingdom of a true god.  Among these buildings, the most magnificent is naturally the Temple of Destiny in the city.  It stands in the center of the holy city, hundreds of meters high, shaped like a large pyramid. Facing the rising sun, there are thousands of steps. You can go up the steps to the spire of the temple.  At the top is a large circular altar with a radius of fifty meters, and in the center of the altar is a huge statue of a god.  This statue is very special. It shows a woman half lying and half sitting on the clouds. She represents the goddess of fate.  The woman¡¯s body is surrounded by many fat and white babies.  These babies have different expressions, they may cry or laugh, they may gnash their teeth, or they may be sad. They also have meanings. Each baby is a Holy Infant, a child of destiny, representing various destinies.  Angry is revenge, intoxicated is love, terrifying is misfortune, etc., there are many kinds, probably all the fates that can be encountered in the mortal world can find the corresponding Holy Infant.  The goddess has a very strange look. At first glance, she seems to have a kind smile on her face, looking at her children with very gentle eyes.  But if you observe carefully, you will feel that there is no emotion in the goddess's eyes, only incomparable indifference.  She looked down at the common people indifferently, looked at the separation of life and death in the mortal world, and looked at the vicissitudes of the mortal world. It has been like this for thousands of years, just like fate itself.  This is the true nature of God.  They are different from those false gods who live by faith. The interference of the true gods in the mortal world is random and unpredictable.  In their eyes, the mortal world is an insignificant game.  At this moment, two people were standing beside the altar of the Temple of Destiny.  One of them was wearing a white robe with gold trim, a red waistcoat on his back, and a high gold crown on his head. He also held a hand-written book with rich decorations in his hand, making him look very noble.  He is the Pope of the Church of Destiny.  The other man was tall and tall, with a stern look. He was wearing a dark golden armor, with a one-handed sword studded with gems on his waist, and was fully armed.  He is the Paladin of Destiny of the Church of Fate, and his status in the church is second only to the Pope.  These two people can be said to be the highest-ranking people in the Church of Fate.  The paladin put one hand casually on the hilt of the sword and asked the Pope beside him: "Your Majesty, are you sure someone will come here today?" The Pope's eyes were a little tired, and he nodded slowly after hearing this.  He raised the handwritten book in his hand and said with great certainty: "It has told me the truth. In these few days, there will be evil heretics coming to seize this prophecy book." He looked at the paladin beside him.  , his lips curved slightly, with a hint of a smile: "The prophecy made it very clear. The people who come back this time are not ordinary people, they are very troublesome. Whether we can survive this or not depends on you." On the face of the Paladin  With a hint of pretended disdain: "The only person who can make your Majesty feel troublesome is the heretic who calls himself the Hand of Destiny. He can survive until now because he has not met me." But even so.  , but a look of confusion immediately appeared on the face of the Paladin: "Your Majesty, if that's the case, why don't you set up an ambush here. It's easy for an accident to happen on my own." Although he said loudly, he knew that he  With all his weight, he may not be a match for the hand of fate.  The Pope sighed, with a helpless look on his face, shook his head and said, "It's useless to rely on an ambush." ??"How do you say that?" The Paladin was confused.  The Pope reached out and patted the prophecy book and said: "That's what it told me. It said that person has the wisdom of insight and is able to seek good luck and avoid disaster. If we set a trap in advance, the other party will be aware of the danger and look for another opportunity."  Take action." He paused, looked at the entire holy city, and said leisurely: "In this case, I will wait for him here with the holy weapon. Only in this way can I lure him to take action." The prophecy clearly told him.  , for that kind of opponent, any false deception, such as setting up a trap, such as gathering a crowd to siege, will be seen through and will have no effect.  The prophecy also says: Today¡¯s battle will determine the fate of the church.  If the Holy Knight wins, then the Fate Sect will eventually return to dominance in this civil strife in the church.  If you lose, there will be no future.  For the church, for the goddess, his religion?You can only take risks yourself.  As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared from behind the statue of the goddess of destiny, and laughter came out: "Your Majesty has activated the prophecy book. The improvement in wisdom is really amazing." Both the Pope and the Paladin were startled and turned around hurriedly.  Look.  This is a young man in his thirties, tall and strong, with an ordinary face. Except for a pair of bright eyes, there is nothing special about him.  He was also dressed very simply, wearing a gray robe and holding a broom in his hand. He was obviously pretending to be a low-level cleaning monk to sneak into the Holy City.  But these are just appearances.  It was this man who blocked the actions of the Church of Fate again and again. At least a hundred church knights died in his hands.  The top ten paladins in the church will definitely be damaged as long as they participate in the action.  He is the nightmare of the church knights.  The paladin took a step forward, protected the Pope behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Are you the so-called hand of fate, the executioner of heresy?" Facing this man, he only felt a heavy pressure in his heart.  The pressure made him breathless.  Devin smiled slightly, and the hand holding the broom shook slightly, and the broom broke open, revealing a sword hidden inside.  He held the sword in his hand and walked slowly towards the Holy Knight, but his eyes were looking at the Pope behind him: "Don't you have a prophecy of destiny? Why not make a prediction and see where your and my destiny will go today?"  "Stop, don't come up." The Paladin had already drawn the sword from his waist and shouted sternly.  Devin easily saw the timidity in his heart, shook his head and laughed: "It turns out that you are already so fragile. It seems that your fatalism is not correct. The noble warrior has lost his courage and has become humble.  " "You are looking for death!" the Paladin roared and rushed forward.  As the knight leader of the Church of Destiny, he still had dignity in his heart, but after being so humiliated, he exploded.  The Paladin stepped in front of Devin in a few steps and stabbed him with a sword very quickly.  But he is fast, but Devin is faster than him.  I saw the long sword in his hand blocking seemingly casually. When the two swords collided, the paladin couldn't hold the long sword in his hand and flew out directly.  Immediately afterwards, Devin raised his foot again and kicked the paladin in the chest. He kicked him to the ground and let out a breath, and flew straight out, losing his combat effectiveness.  After easily disposing of the Paladin, Devin chuckled and said, "Your Majesty, it's your turn." The Pope couldn't say a word, and he was breathing heavily, like a fish exposed to the air.  , seems to be suffocating.  He looked very scared.  Seeing that the other party was about to come forward, with the sword in his hand already raised, he suddenly made a 'pop' sound, fell to his knees, and shouted: "Wait a minute!" His voice trembled: "This is a prophecy book,  Just take it, please don't kill us." "Your Majesty, why are you like this?" The Paladin was extremely shocked. This is too embarrassing.  But what happened next made him cover his face directly. He saw a ball of light yellow liquid that smelled like urine spreading on the ground next to the Pope.  As the leader of the church, he was actually scared to death by his opponent!  Thisthis is simply impossible to look at.  The Pope ignored the paladin. With a mournful face, he walked a few steps on his knees with trembling hands. When he arrived in front of Devin, he lay on the ground and held the gorgeous handwritten book above his head, feeling extremely humble.  Facing such a pope, the Paladin was so sad that he just wanted to die quickly and did not want to suffer such a shame and humiliation again.  But unexpectedly, there was no trace of pride on Devin's face. He took a few steps back and avoided it.  He said with some admiration: "Your Majesty, you put on a good show, you didn't even lose your old face." "What do you say? My prophecy is true." The Pope still looked confused.  Devin smiled and said: "I checked everything before I came. Your Pope's origin is a bit special. He was not a priest at first, but a Templar." He pointed at the Pope with the sword in his hand.  He squinted his sleeves and said with a smile: "You have something good hidden in it. It should be a poisonous hand crossbow, right? I think there are more than one pair." The poisonous hand crossbow, when it was so close, took advantage of  The enemy is unprepared and attacks suddenly. He is almost defenseless and will die immediately after breaking his skin. It is the most vicious weapon in the Church of Fate. Devin has been plotted against by the assassin sent by the opponent before, and he almost died. ?????????????????????????????????????????? If Devin had gone to pick up the prophecy book in a complacent manner just now, he would have been dead by now.    As soon as the secret was exposed, the Pope's face suddenly turned pale, with a look of determination on his face. He stood up, turned over the pages of the book with both hands, and a golden light appeared on his hands. He gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice: "Huh, since you lied,  I can¡¯t help you. No one can get this prophecy book, I will destroy it!¡± As he spoke, the golden light in his hand poured into the prophecy book.  The prophecy book shook violently, its whole body emitted light, and began to fight against the Pope's magic with its own strength.  But this is just a sacred weapon. Facing the power of the Pope, it can no longer withstand it after a moment of support, and it is about to burst into flames.  Since he appeared, he had always been confident of victory. The calm and composed Devin finally lost his composure. He looked shocked and said with great pain: "You damn thing, stop it!" He pretended to rush forward to stop him.  "Don't come here!" The Pope raised the poisonous crossbow in his hand. The paladin who had cleared up the misunderstanding also forced himself to get up and stood next to the Pope, putting on a desperate look.  After all, Devin¡¯s incarnation is a mortal with limits. He can only stop, his face full of resentment and heartache.  This expression made the Pope extremely happy, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge. He laughed and said: "We have been dealing with each other for more than ten years, and I have always been defeated by you. But this time, you were finally defeated by me.  In my hand, hahaha, I'm so happy!" "You still lost. Without the prophecy book, you are no match for me!" Devin gritted his teeth.  "So what? I'm happy now. I'm happy to see your failure, even if it's temporary. Even if the Protestant religion can be established, without the book of prophecy, there will always be flaws and it will never be perfect!" As he spoke,  The golden light in his hand was so strong that the prophecy book finally couldn't hold it any longer, and the pages began to burn at an extremely fast speed.  In just a moment, the book turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.  The Pope laughed, but with tears in his eyes, he was both proud and sad, and his mood was extremely complicated.  ¡°You¡¯re cruel!¡± Devin looked angry and helpless.  There was no point in staying any longer. He retreated behind the statue of the goddess, and his figure flashed a few times before disappearing from the eyes of the Pope and the Paladin.  After running for ten miles and leaving the holy city of Tiffano, the angry look on Devin's face disappeared.  The corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.  Because he ran away quickly for a long time, a corner of the book leaked out of his arms, which was exactly the same as the prophetic book burned by the Pope.  Being burned just now was just an illusion given to him by Shar.  A few days ago, Dewen had already managed to get the real prophecy book in his hand.  Today, with the perfect cooperation of the Pope, such a scene was played out. This book of prophecy naturally came to an end in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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