There is no difference between day and night in dungeons.

The ten light balls in the sky shine for twenty-four hours a day.

After all, every grass and tree in the city-state has not received real sunlight, and it is naturally a big discount if it is replaced by lights.

However, although there is no day or night, citizens' work and rest time will not be messy. After all, everyone can connect to the Internet, and Internet time is standard.

As for which region to use, the church will notify everyone that the time zone will basically take between three months and six months.

In recent months, dungeon states have been using Honiara time in the Solomon Islands.

It was at 8:30 p.m. on Honiara time.

In a wealthy citizen's home, a girl was praying at home. The statue of the god above her head burst into dazzling light and filled the entire room.

The light even shines out from the windows of the three-story building, shining the entire city.

Under this dazzling light, the ten light balls on the top became foils.

"Oh! Which priest is here to visit Dorothy's and their house?"

"No, I've been on the roadside and haven't seen any priests coming."

"Ah! Is that Dorothy so devoutly?"

"It could be his man, too."

"Hey, have you forgotten that his man went to the ground? This must be Dorothy's promotion."

Such dazzling light was created by a priest, and the neighbors around could see that it absolutely surpassed the light that citizens could create.

Neighbors were talking about it, guessing that who in this family had achieved the piety that was enough to serve as a priest.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

In this small building, a woman rushed to the third floor in surprise and pushed open the bedroom door. She saw that the overflowing light almost blinding her eyes, forcing her to close her eyes and twist her face and cover it with her hands.

"Helen?" the woman asked half worried and half tentatively.

Then the light gradually subsided. A girl under ten years old knelt on the ground and opened her eyes, looking back at her: "Mom, is there anything wrong? I'm praying."

The woman covered her mouth with her hands in surprise, walked up to hug the girl and said, "Child, is it really you? Are you praying just now?"

The girl nodded and said confused: "I am praying, what's wrong with mom?"

"God." The woman's face was about to burst out, and she hugged Helen tightly and said, "You make me so proud, Helen, make me so proud, you will become a pastor, my child."

Helen said firmly: "Of course! Mom, I will definitely become a pastor when I grow up."

The woman kissed Helen and shook her head and said, "Silly child, you are already!"

"Ah?" Helen looked at her mother blankly.

"You are already a pastor! Child!" The woman picked up Helen excitedly and went downstairs to the street.

She shouted to her neighbors: "My daughter has become a pastor!"

"Oh oh!" The neighbors cheered with honor, and were happy for her from the bottom of their hearts and congratulated her.

"It turned out to be Helen, God, she is less than ten years old, right?"

"I thought it was Dorothy, but I didn't expect it was her daughter."

The neighbors were also extremely shocked while congratulating.

A nine-year-old pastor, is this a record-breaking one?

Although we all know that Helen from Dorothy's family is a good child and a pious genius, she was still a little short of the citizens a few days ago, but now she has achieved it overnight, and she is as devout as a priest.

However, everyone did not think there was anything wrong with this. On the contrary, there was only respect and honor.

After all, believing in something like this does not require progress step by step.

It could have been a sudden craze in one breath!

As piety and faith, it is a matter of one thought.

It is normal that when a thought is understood, the inner reverence for God suddenly surges.

A pariah, who survived something and believed that God had saved him, suddenly became a crazy believer, and his piety reached the level of a priest. There are precedents.

"Child, hurry up! Light up this statue of god!" Dorothy came to the entrance of the church area with her daughter in her arms, surrounded by a large group of neighbors.

She pointed to a tall statue of God and asked Helen to pray.

Helen knelt in front of the statue, and piously crossed her hands and fingers, leaned against her chin and closed her eyes to pray.

Soon, the statue of God bursts with an unparalleled dazzling light.

Even if everyone closes their eyelids, the light will hurt your eyes.

Suddenly, the light went out, Helen was stunned and looked forward. She could feel a more pious consciousness blocking her from lighting the statue.

"Are you finally going to get in touch with the core figures of the church?"

There is no doubt that Helen is Mo Qiong.

Since Mo Qiong wants to enter the church area in this way, of course, he cannot be in his true form.

Even if it is transformed, it won’t work. After all, his second form is not recorded in this city-state, and he is a black householder.

It's okay to stroll around the street, but no one can remember everyone in the city.

But if you want to enter the church area, people will check it out slightly, but it will be bad if you don’t have this person.

Therefore, Mo Qiong chose a suitable girl, hypnotized her and sent her away, and then changed her appearance through the plastic surgery room and turned into her appearance.

In this way, he is a person with an ID card, relatives, and files, and many people know him.

"Is this child?" A man in a dark gray robe walked out, his outfits different from the simplicity of a citizen and full of religious style.

Dorothy said excitedly: "Bissar Phippo, my child Helen, she is extremely pious!"

The bishop named Feibo smiled warmly, touched Mo Qiong's head and said, "Are you only nine years old?"

Mo Qiong raised his head and said, "I am willing to dedicate everything to the great Mother Goddess."

Her expression was extremely holy, her eyes trembled slightly, and she turned red, as if she was staring out of blood.

Everyone sighed, "What a good boy, he is so pious and cute."

They didn't know that Mo Qiong's holy scar was on the verge of blood and tears.

No one can grasp the time of the onset of the Holy Scar. Sometimes it stops bleeding automatically, and sometimes it suddenly occurs.

It has to be said that the Gaia Church is very likely to know that the holy mark is the effect of a containment. Once the other party realizes that Mo Qiong has holy marks, he may be exposed.

The bet that the other party does not know the Holy Seal, or does not know that the Holy Seal is caused by the containment, is obviously not safe, and the tolerance rate is too low.

So when Mo Qiong felt the pain, he immediately controlled the muscles and nerves of his eyes, quickly sprayed out tears, allowing blood and tears to gush.

However, no one saw it at the scene.

Because of the moment when tears flowed out, I disappeared.

Landing point, in another world.

This is probably an operation that only Mo Qiong can do. His holy marks are blood-scissels, without any wounds. They are different from Wuyun Mo, Gou Ye and others.

In addition, only Mo Qiong can shoot into the other world at the moment when blood is spewing out.

So at this moment, his tear glands were like the flamethrower that set fire to another world.

The flames disappeared at the nozzle, as if there was a transparent portal blocking at the nozzle.

The same is true for blood, and it disappeared the moment it spurted out of the tear glands.

The only way for everyone to see Helen's eyes was red, as if her eyes were about to burst into blood, but she did not really spit out blood.

Not only is this not a holy mark, but it also makes people feel that this child is so excited and pious.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to be dedicating all his life.

"Good boy, come with me." Fei Bo smiled, held Mo Qiong's little hand and led her into the church area.

The holy scar recurs from time to time and soon calmed down. Mo Qiong rubbed his eyes and began to focus on the internal information of the church area.

In the church area, there are completely temples, temples and monasteries.

Along the way, Mo Qiong looked around, recording the routes and the locations of various buildings, and then sent them to Gou Ye and others to draw a deployment map.

"There are guards at every intersection here, remember these sentinels!"

"Tsk tsk, dressed like a Templar, but holding an automatic rifle..."

"Hmm? The style of this gun is not right. They designed it themselves. Enlarge the picture!"

"Ah! There is a picture of the air-conditioning god inside the muzzle! There is also a picture of the electric lamp god on the sight lens!"

They soon discovered that the church area was full of faith weapons, not just guns.

The walls, gates, and stone pillars are all embossed with statues of gods, and the entire church area is filled with the activation medium of this pseudo-god power.

"Architect, this is the new priest, Helen. Her piety is three thousand!" Feibo led Moqiong to a side hall like an operating room and said respectfully.

An old man in the golden robe seemed to have been notified in advance and was supported by two female priests and sat on a chair.

The old man's eyes were hollowed out, looking very terrifying. He wore an iron crown on his head. The center of the crown was not a gem, but a vivid eyeball.

"Helen, take off your clothes." Feibo said, opening the cabinet next to him and taking out a set of anatomical tools.

"???" Mo Qiong took off his clothes without any defense, but he was very strange inside.

He glanced at the crown on the archbishop's head, which was obviously a containment.

Then, I heard the old man say, "Good boy, show your heart to God."

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Chapter completed!