Chapter 667 The Passing of a Saint

"I once said, 'I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people and teach them the meaning of the three virtues.' I have spent my whole life working hard for this, and I have never deviated from the Holy Light for a moment. Will. Therefore, I am the archbishop recognized in your hearts."

"I have always believed that secular power should not be the ruler of the Holy Light. If I personally designate a successor, then the Church of the Holy Light will one day be filled with interests and gradually decay and be destroyed. Since I am destined to return to the Holy Light The embrace of light, then let the Holy Light choose the true bringer of light."

Alonsos slowly stretched out his right index finger, pointed it at the empty point, and the ethereal and holy voice sounded again.

"Which of you... is willing to dedicate every moment of your life to the Holy Light, and swear with your soul in front of the Holy Light that you must help the weak, rescue the sick, punish the cruel, and uphold justice throughout your life? , spread the three virtues?" After a pause, Alonsos continued: "If you are willing, please come forward!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine radiance on his body doubled again.

In normal vision, this is already a dazzling light even more dazzling than the blazing sun. Fortunately, no one present felt that the holy light was dazzling. It was extremely dazzling, but everyone could clearly see every detail on Alonsus' body.

There was a regional bishop of the Holy Light Church who had been fighting for the position of archbishop. He wanted to stand up and move out. However, he was horrified to feel the resistance from the Holy Light.

It is a kind of disgust and resistance to impurities.

Just like an evil creature came to be brothers with a sacred creature but was rejected coldly and ruthlessly.

It's not that he didn't try to sneak in, but he immediately encountered a bigger counterattack from the Holy Light. A golden holy light suddenly appeared on his body, and the holy light seemed to be wrapped around him like a flame. As long as he made the slightest move, there would immediately be a burst of heart-rending searing pain.

He was sweating profusely and crawled on the ground fearfully, never daring to move again.

Alonsos glanced at the regional bishop from Darrow County with pitying eyes, and then withdrew his gaze.

The will of the Holy Light is very clear - anyone who attempts to ascend to the position of Archbishop of the Holy Light with selfish desires will be severely punished.

Alonsos shook his head slightly and said slowly: "The position of archbishop does not represent power, nor does it represent glory. On the contrary, it is a sacred responsibility. This means that the person who ascends this position must bear Take up the important task of saving the miserable and suffering people of the world from despair."

"The Archbishop is not a savior! He cannot save every kind soul exposed to the slaughtering knife of the cruel enemy. But the Archbishop represents the ultimate beauty and kindness in the world, and represents the last hope of everyone in despair."

"Why should an ordinary mortal pronounce the name of the Archbishop in a desperate prayer?"

"It's all because of your selfless sacrifice and dedication!"

"It's based on all the efforts you have made for all the people in the world!"

"The reason is that you use your life and soul to set a benchmark for kindness in the world! Bring hope to hundreds of millions of creatures!"

Speaking of this, Alonsus' voice softened:

"The Holy Light will reject all impure ones. Those with selfish desires please step back. I ask one last time, who wants to inherit the will of the Holy Light and make their name truly sacred... please come out!"

One of the bishops retreated. He was ashamed, crawled on the ground, moved his calves, and slowly exited the hall.

The two bishops withdrew.

Five bishops withdrew.

Five of the bishops of the Seven Kingdoms, excluding Faol who was also the bishop of Lordaeron, suddenly withdrew, leaving only Benedictus, the bishop of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

However, Benedictus neither advanced nor retreated. He knelt down calmly on the ground and let his face be bathed in the undulating waves of divine light in the main hall.

He is waiting for the birth of the new archbishop.

Alonsus's demands were too high.

People will have selfish desires!

Human beings will suffer from birth, old age, illness and death!

People will have things they want to do.

Is there really such a perfect saint with no selfish thoughts?

By the way, if you are so pious, are you still a human being?

Just then, a person moved.

He is clearly the most beloved and valued disciple of Alonsus - Uther the Lightbringer.

Uther's calm voice sounded: "I ask myself that I can do all the above. If you don't mind that I am a paladin, I am willing to accept the inheritance of the will of the Holy Light."

There was a low commotion all around, and then it died down quickly.

Alonsus spoke: "The way of the Holy Light does not distinguish between nationality and race. The Holy Light is originally the ultimate wish for beauty for all things in the world. If you, Uther, are willing to pray to the Holy Light for the sake of all people in the world, Dedicate your life and soul, then please stand in front of me."

Without any hesitation, Uther walked up to the suspended Alonsus, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head, which he had never even lowered for the king.

"I, Uther the Lightbringer, swear in front of the holy light that I am willing to abide by the three virtues and use my whole life to spread the holy light to the world, spread hope, punish evil, and promote justice!"

The clear and sonorous voice echoed throughout the Holy Light Cathedral.

Although it was a bit strange to have a Paladin as the next Archbishop of the Light, the priests quickly accepted it.

right!

Only truly selfless people are qualified to step onto that sacred high position and become sacred in the hearts of the people!

Alonsus smiled and leaned down, patted the shoulder of this most pious disciple, and tears of joy shed from the corners of his eyes. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Praise the Holy Light!"

Suddenly, a ball of illusory golden holy light fell on Uther's head, forming a golden crown similar to a garland.

This is clearly the Holy Light's recognition of Uther.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

After being stunned for three full seconds, countless priests knelt on the ground, straightened their backs, and raised their hands to the sky.

"Praise the Holy Light——"

"Praise be to Saint - Uther!"

The next moment, everyone's voices suddenly stopped.

That's right!

The moment the inheritance was completed, Alonsos Faol's name became history.

The name of Uther*Lightbringer became the new sacred.

Holding his mentor's limp body, Uther burst into tears.

On this day, starting from the city of Lordaeron, the church bells in every royal city and the chapels in every village and town rang.

Countless believers knelt down and cried, filled with grief.

In this way, everyone commemorates the passing of a true saint.

Standing on the terrace of the State Guesthouse, Duke looked at the Holy Light Cathedral in the distance and suddenly whispered: "Let's go! It's time to leave."