Margarel was groggy when he opened his eyes.

She tried hard to recall, remembering that she was taken away by the guy in red robe.

In front of that red robe, she was powerless to resist.

The red robe gave her unbearable pressure, and her charm and illusion had no effect on the red robe.

If she was in her heyday, she might have been able to fight with her, but now she has no power to fight at all.

She observed the situation around her and was lying on a large bed covered with velvet blankets.

She started from the bed and saw the interior of a church.

The ceiling is painted with fictional mythical figures, and one wall is made of tall willow windows with colorful mosaic stained glass.

There are many artistic candlesticks in the room, and some exquisite bordered oil paintings are hung on the wall.

The content of oil paintings is basically mythological content.

Margarel walked out of the bed, without her shoes on the ground, and she stepped on the soft carpet with barefoot.

At this time, two women dressed in nuns hurriedly walked into the huge room.

"Miss, the Pope has told you to change into this outfit when you wake up."

One of the nuns, holding an exquisite evening dress in his hand, said tremblingly.

Pope?

Margarel frowned and asked, "Is this the Holy Light Cult?"

"Miss, this is the residence of the Pope, and the Holy Light Church is in front of it."

Margarel walked to the bed and looked out.

As I see you, I see a stunning view.

It seems as if in the middle ages, a magnificent church rises from the ground.

But there are still dense workers busy building the church.

If you look closely, this church is far from the details compared to a truly famous church.

After all, it has only been seven years since the catastrophe. In just a few years, it is impossible to build a perfect building.

Those famous cathedrals often last for a hundred years.

The buildings catalyzed in a few years can only be similar in shape but not in spirit.

Around the church with a Gothic style, there are dense bungalows.

The whole thing looks like a small city.

Margarel did not expect that the Holy Light Church had developed to this scale.

It must have been built far away from the city, because Margarel had never heard of the Holy Light Church.

I used to think that the Holy Light Sect was a group of mobs, just starting out, like a group of wanderers, preaching everywhere.

But obviously, she underestimated the Holy Light Cult.

The two nuns stared at Margarel who was dazed and dazed. One of the nuns couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss, you are so beautiful!"

Margarel turned his head and looked at the nun, showing a kind smile.

The nuns had no malice, and perhaps they were also victims and were forced to come here.

She didn't have to lose her temper at one of her victims.

At this time, Margarel maintained her true appearance.

Margarel in this form has this tall figure.

Her height is half a head taller than these two nuns.

The nun holding the evening dress looked up at Margarel and said nervously, "Miss, please change your clothes quickly. The Pope will come over later. When we see that you are still like this, we will be punished."

Margarel suddenly asked seriously, "Do you want to leave here? Why don't we cooperate and leave together?"

Hearing Margarel's words, the two nuns were so scared that they quickly knelt down.

"Miss, don't harm us! If the Pope hears us, we are."

The nun stopped and dared not continue to say it.

Judging from the nun's attitude, Margarel guessed that their situation must be threatened.

This is a place far away from the city, without legal constraints and sanctions.

No one will seek justice for them if they are punished.

"Don't make things difficult for you, I'll run away by myself."

Suddenly, wings emerged from Margarel's back and horns emerged from his head.

Even so, Margarel's charm was not weakened at all.

"Miss, what are you going to do?"

The two nuns realized Margrel's abnormality and quickly stood up in an attempt to stop Margrel's actions.

However, Margarel had already broken through the glass and flew out.

The shouts of the two nuns were useless, and Margarel would not pay any attention to them anymore.

There may be many people here who were forced to stay, but Margarel is now having difficulty protecting himself.

She is not a savior, she cannot save these people.

The town is only about a dozen miles in radius, and Margarel soon flew to the edge of the town.

Just as she was about to fly out of the town, she saw a colorful light curtain ahead.

She was very familiar with this thing, and she knew that the town was wrapped in a barrier.

She wanted to try whether the barrier was unbreakable, but when she bumped into the barrier, there was no ripples in the barrier.

Despair flashed in Margarel's eyes. There was no Xu Qiu, no Beat, and no one to save her.

What can she do?

If you can't break out of the barrier, you can't go back and join the Internet cafe?

But after waiting, I still can't escape the clutches of the Red Robe Pope.

Suddenly, a man wrapped in a red robe appeared in front of the barrier out of thin air.

He has no wings or wings, but he can float quietly in the air.

"Margarel, where are you going?"

Margarel cursed angrily, "I'm crazy, I knowingly asked, of course I'm going to run away!"

"I can forgive you for your crime of defection, as long as you go back with me."

"Do you think I am those nuns? Why do you want me to go back with you?"

"Are you talking about them both?"

Two heads appeared out of thin air under the pope's hands, blood was flowing from the broken neck, and his hands were grabbing the hair of his head.

The two pairs of eyes were still wide open in fear, and blood was flowing out of their seven orifices.

Although these two faces became distorted, Margarel still recognized their identities at a glance, and they were the two nuns just now.

When Margarel thought that it was because of herself that she had harmed two kind and innocent women, she felt a little guilty.

"You are crazy and perverted, they are all innocent. Why did you cut them down?"

The Pope ignored Margaret's angry scolding, as if listening to a wonderful music, but instead laughed happily.

"What a wonderful sound, it makes people fascinate."

"Damn it, let me go!"

"Margarel, you are the person of fate. Oh no, you are the God of Holy Light. I will not let you leave. You belong to the Church of Holy Light." The Pope made a loud and excited voice, as if he was giving a speech.

"Your charm can attract countless church members. You are born to be the candidate for the Holy Light God. As long as you don't reveal your ugly wings and horns, no one can see through it."

Margarel sneered and said, "I want me to deceive the public with you, go dream!"

But the Pope said with confidence, "You know that if you refuse, there will be many people who will die because of you, including your parents, classmates, and friends in Shangjiang City. Just like these two nuns, they use their heads to atone for their sins."

Margarel's heart seemed to be struck by lightning.

Her parents in this life have lived together for several years.

She was an orphan in her previous life, and her parents in this life made up for the love of her closest relatives.

In her heart, Xu Qiu ranked first and her parents ranked second.

She has absolute loyalty and love for Xu Qiu, but also has irreplaceable love for her parents.

She would not allow anyone to hurt her parents. Seeing those two miserable heads, her heart twitched.
To be continued...