Updated: 2012-11-07

Alaris, April 21, 1034

A rare and good weather, the cold winter has long been dispelled by the warm wind of early spring, and a cheerful red sun is hanging high on the sky with white clouds.

On the borders of the Griffon Empire, the Principality of Crow and the Falcon Empire, there is a well-known land. This land does not belong to any lord, nor to any king, nor to any country. Its only has one master, the supreme dragon god.

This is Alarith, the city of angels located in the mortal world, the realm of gods, the leader of light favor...

Over the past thousand years, Alaris received too many praises. When the first pope decided to establish the Holy See here, this land was destined to be isolated from the mortal world, without government, taxes, no nation, no nobles, and no laws. Everything is centered on the Church of Light, the spokesperson of God in the world.

Although the city is full of countless praises, although the city's light elements are so strong, even the city's ordinary fountains belong to low-level holy water, although angels come here every year...

But many people know that this land is by no means a paradise on earth. Thousands of years have slowly corrupted the once simple church into an old, harsh, and bloody institution. The management of the church is iron-fisted than the laws of most countries. The indulgences of the church are heavier than any tax. The authority of the church is above many kings. The upper class of the church is arrogant than any noble, and the laws of the church are cruel than any law.

Over the past thousand years, countless extinction orders were issued from the Hall of Mirrors, the scale of the Inquisition continued to expand, and groups of "heretics" were tied to the stake, including many moderates and reformists within the church.

However, inwardly, Alaris is still a very charming city. The ancient buildings, clean streets, sacred carvings, devout believers, fountains and doves everywhere, and the icons of the redemption angels famous on the mainland have attracted many tourists for tourism.

What is particularly worth mentioning is that all the buildings in Alaris are white, not painted with white paint, but are all made of marble infected by light elements. Therefore, players also gave Alaris a very appropriate name - Baicheng.

But today, in this city known for its solemnity, it seems unusually noisy and lively, and players are the main source of noise. As for the reason, it may scare many people if you say it...

Just yesterday, all the players received a news that the Pope was about to personally crown a player who was promoted to lord in Alaris! What's even more scary is that the player turned out to be the third place on the Demon Gods List - [Seven Sins Iron Demons] Fayer!

This news instantly ignited the player world. Although everyone knew about Fayer's deeds in the Bull Duke's country's strength to resist the day demons, and also knew that Fayer started with a thousand horses and defeated the great achievements of one quarter of the Bull Duke and one third of the Tiling Duke, they absolutely did not believe that these alone would be enough to win the Pope's crown.

You should know that in the Asan world, getting crowned by the Pope means that the legally crowned person will have all rights to all his land, and his descendants will also become lords recognized by the church. As the saying goes, God-given imperial power is exactly the case. Although this is a bit indifferent to players, in the eyes of most players, this is the first "system" to identify the player lord. It is not only of great significance, but also means that a country established by players is about to be born!

So, under the psychological effect of players who like to join in the fun, many players flocked to Alaris, hoping to witness the sacred ceremony of the crowning of the pope, but they seemed to forget that such occasions were usually held in the heavily guarded hall of mirrors.

"Look! That's Fayer!"

"Wow! That armor is so cool!"

"Hmph! This is what a real man should do!"

"Maybe, maybe, one day I can..."

Facing the rising sun, on the straight white main road of Alaris, a team of brightly-clad armored, flags flew, and high morale. The mighty and majestic knights were slowly riding their horses. The guards pulled out a cordon on both sides of the road to separate the players from them. However, if you look carefully, you will find that these solemn paladins are actually players, and their flags and white cloaks are printed with a strange pattern, a badge that only players can understand, and a military spear with dragons!

As for the leader of the Knight, the man who was wearing gorgeous silver-patterned sun armor, with an angel holy feather sword on his waist, a white horse under his crotch, a slanted eyebrows and a steep face was the former Archbishop Fayere.

"Lord..."

He looked down at the armor on his body, then looked up at the flags that were rushing to the wind. He never thought that he would appear in this image one day. After all, he was just an assassin who killed people in the dark. Although he got rid of this identity in the game, he was still just a secret weapon of the church until the moment he proposed the fanatical reconquest movement...

"I don't know what happened to Tis recently? Why..."

Turning his head and looking behind him, Fayere seemed to want to cross the majestic city wall like a mountain range, and he kept seeing the figure on the distant mountain peak...

Although Agenice hoped to participate, she was a dark elf after all, and she could not step into Alaris anyway, so Fayere could only regret it. But for some reason, Agenice was unexpectedly excited and even looked a little angry. This made Fayere confused for a moment and could only comfort the other party, but the result was very bad...

"Brother Nie, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, just when Fayer was a little lost, a graceful figure suddenly came to him and looked at his company curiously with his breathtaking eyes.

"Oh, it's okay, but then again, Xiaohuan, don't you have to go back to the monastery? Are you not afraid that your nanny will scold you?"

Looking back at the beautiful girl beside him, Fayere couldn't help but stir up a small ripples in his heart...

The girl looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, with her white and delicate skin, which seems to be emitting a faint luster. Her body under her long silk white nun’s robe is even more developed like fresh honey (this is also harmonious) peach, and it cannot be concealed at all. Her just right nose, seductive cherry lips, and long eyelashes are beautiful eyes that can despise all men. This is an almost perfect face, a perfect combination of fox charming breath and holy glory.

"Haha, anyway, you are here with Brother Nie. When the nanny asked, I said I was here to see Lord Nie's crown."

At that moment, the girl's silly smile appeared on her face and her sweet voice. Not only did the knights behind Fayere all fascinated, but even he himself felt a sense of heart, but soon another voice continued to sound.

"I advise you to go back first. It's not unreasonable to have a nun attend the coronation ceremony?"

Soon, another girl with a bad face also rode her horse to Fayere's left hand. He became very familiar with this person. After all, the two had lived for a long time.

"Sister Tifa, I'm just saying that it's also a glorious nun. Isn't it considered participating in the coronation ceremony?"

Hearing the other party's reply, the girl who had been rescued by Fayer and had always admired him suddenly froze. She didn't expect the other party to move out of her identity. Sister Guangming's status in the church is not low, and the other party seemed to be implying that she was not qualified because she did not have any teaching position...

"snort!"

He snorted coldly and turned his head. Tifa seemed unwilling to talk to the other party anymore, and the girl just smiled slightly, as if nothing had happened.

"well…………"

Fayer, who was caught in it, can be said to be like a year. On the one hand, Tifa lived with him for a long time, and was half a family member. Miss Zhen Huan is also an acquaintance of him. The two met in the church a long time ago. However, because he often ran outside, the two were just in communication. When they knew that he was going to carry out the reconquest movement, the girl who looked weak actually defected to her without hesitation and did not even take the advanced exam...

"Hmm? Arrived?"

Suddenly, just after the team moved forward silently for a few minutes, loud trumpets suddenly rang out. Fayere looked up and found that he had arrived at the corridor leading to the Mirror Hall, in front of the corridor of the St. Tursolin Palace.

"Lord Ilton Messo, Earl of Fayer, pilgrimage!"

With the loud roars of the guards on the left and right corridors, Fayer quickly turned over and dismounted and led the knight behind him to slowly walk towards the magnificent white palace.

"Is this the St. Tursolin? Oh my God..."

The St. Tursolin, located in the center of Alaris, is also the commanding height of the entire city. It is completely built on a low mountain. It is said that the archangel Sarah gave seven swords that symbolize state power to seven human kings. However, now the mountains are basically impossible to see. More than a thousand years of expansion have made the scale of the St. Tursolin to an astonishing level, and even the Pope cannot tell how many rooms there are...

The corridor is very long, almost nearly five hundred meters, extending all the way upwards, and there is not a white crystal that looks like snow falling from the sky. This is also one of the wonders of Alaris, Holy Snow.

Legend has it that there is no distinction between heaven, but the symbols of the four seasons are all. The warm wind in spring, the sunshine in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn, and the snow in winter will appear at the same time. However, the fallen leaves and snow are composed of light elements, and the crystals of Alaris are the fragments, so people believe that this is the closest place to heaven...

Shocked by the ancient and magnificent buildings around, neither Tifa nor the knights had ever witnessed such a miracle, and Fayer and Zhen Huan were already commonplace.

After passing through the corridor and passing through the corridors of many guards, everyone had been walking in the magnificent palace for half an hour before they arrived in front of a huge mahogany door.

"Earl Fayer, here~~~!"

After shouting, the two Paladin guards pushed open the door at the same time, and the Mirror Hall, which is a miracle on earth, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Fayer Dohana Nie, pay homage to the crown."

The hall of mirrors was already full of senior officials from the church. After falling down his helmet and clamping it under his armpit, Fayer immediately strode towards the old man sitting on the throne in the center of the hall of mirrors, and the rest of the people who followed him had already retreated aside.

"Haha, I am very proud of you, the glorious son of glory."

Before Fayere came to him, the already very old Pope stood up with a smile, walked off the throne in the surprised eyes of many people, and gently hugged Fayere, who was still a little stunned.

"Your compliment makes me feel ashamed."

"Haha, humble, brave, loyal, you are indeed more suitable to be a knight."

When the Pope opened easily, Fayer then half-kneeled on the ground, stroked his right hand and lowered his head deeply.

"As a knight, you have abide by loyalty, kindness, justice, courage, honesty... all virtues, punish evil and eliminate evil, protect the weak, and are also surrounded by all people..."

In the low and solemn congratulations, the pope slowly picked up the silver crown held by the priest on the side. (The grand duke of the principality can only wear silver crowns, and only the emperor can wear gold crowns)

"...The Supreme Lord, the Lord of Glory, the Lord of Justice, crown you! Victory and glory will always be with you! The Grand Duke of the Resolute Duke! Fayer Dohana Nie!"

“Amen!”

The moment the silver crown was put on, all the knights drew their swords at the same time, and all the priests raised their hands at the same time, and the loud prayer began to echo in the hall of mirrors.

“Amen…”

With a low prayer, Fayere used a dreamlike feeling at this moment. Before he knew it, he had become the grand duke of the ninth human principality of Mount Ya!

Da da da da da ~

Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps came, and a nervous knight walked quickly to the Pope regardless of manners and said something with his ears.

Bang!

Soon, the old face of the pope instantly turned into pig liver color, and even the scepter in his hand fell to the ground. Fayer, who had been lowering his head, raised his head with a shocked expression on his face, because he had heard the bad news brought by the knight just now...

"The Apocalypse Knight, war, rebelled! And took away the Holy Seal!"
Chapter completed!