Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Saint Faron Church.
This was an old building with several centuries of history behind it. It should have looked a little weathered, but to Roel’s surprise, it looked tremendously resplendent and beautiful.
There was a brilliant source of illumination within that was as stable as the light bulbs in his previous world, allowing those walking through the corridors to marvel at the uncountable murals covering the walls and ceiling alike.
Roel’s understanding of the Genesis Goddess Church was still quite limited, so he couldn’t understand a lot of the depictions in the murals. Nevertheless, as a noble, he had come into contact with a lot of artwork ever since his younger years, which cultivated his appreciation for fine works. In his view, these murals were wonderfully exquisite, and many of them were indubitably the magnum opus of famed painters.
For so many masterpieces to be placed side by side with one another, it was definitely a haven for art lovers.
This was a testament to the long history behind the church, as well as the influence it commanded. It demanded deference from those who stepped through its doors.
Under the lead of the church’s staff, Roel was brought to the assembly hall… and he suddenly found himself left all alone there.
It was not that the church’s staff were intentionally snubbing him, but they were simply too busy preparing to receive the crowd for the prayers, and the severe lack of manpower wasn’t helping at all. Left with no choice, Roel simply took a look around the church by himself for an hour before he finally went to meet Holy Eminence John Xeclyde.
John Xeclyde was a white-haired old man who looked surprisingly unkempt, even though that was just by the standards of the more straight-laced nobles. In terms of appearance, he looked no different from any of the citizens he met outside the church earlier. However, if one were to take a closer look, one would realize that despite the lack of a smile on his face, he still gave off an air of benevolence.
Wearing a set of white holy robes, he
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