Since the arrival of the demon, the existence of divinity is no longer a secret.

"grown ups?"

Two warriors rushed over and looked at the boy.

He was very thin, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his eyes were filled with fear.

The bishop stepped forward and his voice was very gentle: "Your name?"

"Ginger...Django, the son of the warrior!"

The boy stammered.

"You have never killed the demon, but your body is filled with divinity!"

The bishop said slowly, he had seen several such examples before. In addition to killing and reproduction, there is also a kind of active sustenance and rendering.

In this way, Django's qualifications even exceeded his expectations.

"As for whether this is your plunder or your father's gift, it doesn't matter... Don't be afraid, my child!"

The bishop reached out and touched Django's head: "You are a lucky guy... Indeed, if you landed in the hands of the church of Death three days ago, you would definitely be sent to the stolen rack, but we belong to the Goddess of Earth!"

"And, before the goddess came to the mortal world, she also issued an oracle, asking us to treat you well!"
Chapter completed!