Almighty Alchemist

Open your eyes, there is a splendid scene in front of you.

Simone suddenly found herself in a huge palace.

She was standing in the forefront of the palace, and beside her was a group of young girls wearing bare white robes and flower crowns, standing barefoot to guard her in the center.

They were whispering something, their ears whispering strange Brahma rhythms.

She herself wore the same snow-white sacrifice robe, and in front of her was a tall man, wearing a steel armor made of magical metal, walking towards her step by step.

On that armor was carved a huge scorpion's head, and in the vicinity of the beast's head, there were circles of exquisitely decorated patterns that scattered magic waves. Behind him was a magnificent white shirt dazzling with the glorious light.

The owner of the armor had a young and handsome face, his eyes were very bright, and the lines on his face were as resolute as axe-stone carvings.

He stepped on the white ocher steps, stood in front of himself, and made a strange gesture to himself.

He stretched his hands to himself as if begging for something.

Simone looked at him suddenly.

She had no idea what was going on and what she should do.

She looked at the Quartet in horror, looking back, seeing a huge altar burning with fire behind her.

Above the altar, a door of huge red energy, opened like a black hole ...

She was startled, and looked back again. The man's face was strange to her reaction, and her eyes were bewildered.

"Jaradia!" The angry roar awakened Simone in her arms.

Under the steps was a group of old men wearing sacrifice robes. One of them was yelling at her, "What the **** are you doing? Hurry up and give the Great Bright Sword to the great conqueror!"

Simone froze.

what?

She looked down and saw that she was holding a golden long sword shining softly.

The light of the golden sword spreads around with a water-like trail visible to the naked eye.

Simone was a little panicked, and suddenly countless memories came to her.

Frames of pictures flickered through her mind, and she was dizzy and shook her body slightly.

A powerful hand held her from the side of the waist. It was the man in steel armor and the shirt of the Holy Light.

He smiled: "Virgin Galatia, aren't you feeling well?"

"Ah! Yes ... yes. I'm dizzy." Simone nodded quickly.

She was unable to adapt to the sudden change.

Virgin? Galadia?

Yes, it seems that the master of this body is called this name.

But I come to this body?

Why was she a maiden in this wonderful place?

She looked in horror at the man who was holding her.

The man was still smiling, and his voice was soft: "If so, please give me the sword and rest early. Maybe it's why you are too devout and overworked in sacrificial deities. Occasional slack , God will understand you. "

"Ah!" Simone put the sword in the man's hand.

When the man let go, Simone took a few steps back, and several white women sacrificed to support her.

The man raised his gold sword in his hand, turned to the believer behind him, and slowly raised the gold sword in his hand over his head.

In the sun, the golden sword of bright light emits dazzling light.

An old sacrifice of white robes shouted, "Great conqueror, God gives you strength!"

Then bow down and worship.

"God, give you strength!"

Thousands of voices shouted at the same time.

Simone looked out of the door in horror, and saw tens of thousands of people kneeling in front of the palace, kneeling in front of the man holding a large bright excalibur, and they knelt down like waves The waves, one after the other, stretched far into the distance, to the bottom of the mountain, without seeing the end.

Looking from here, everywhere, people fell on their knees and made a sound of prayer.

Simone stared blankly at it all, wondering what would be better.

She didn't notice that she was standing beside the man, and she endured the worship of thousands of believers together.

In the whole hall, she and him stood alone.

At that moment, maybe only the man noticed this scene.

A strange light came from his eyes, staying on Simone's body, and looking at her panicked, overwhelmed, she even laughed.

"Do you ... like to stand with me?" The voice with a male-specific magnetic charm sounded in Simone's ear.

Simone was at a loss, then stunned.

When Simone woke up, it was dusk.

She now knew where she was.

This is the sacred mountain of Michael.

The place where she is located is called a temple.

Her current body name is Galadia, the laurel maiden of the twelve virgins in the temple, and the head of the twelve virgins.

When her soul came into this body during the day, the temple was holding a sword grant ceremony.

Of course, she almost messed up everything.

She looked around with horror at the sword-granting ceremony and completely lost the appearance of a saint.

In the end, she even stood with Your Conqueror, accepting the pilgrimage of the peoples, and passed out irresponsibly.

Such things are simply unforgivable to the temple.

Some virgins saw her face change.

It was a sarcasm, funny and gloating attitude.

"Jaradia, you can really do that, you can make such a big leak in the sword award ceremony. I think your position of the maiden of the laurel crown is over, even to become a maiden with a bottle is a luxury."

That was the ridicule the other saints made of her.

Simone didn't care.

To the disappointment of others, the temple's punishment for Galadia did not come.

The laurel maiden is still the laurel maiden, still the head of the twelve maidens, and leads all the maidens every day, although Simone has no idea what to arrange for them.

When she entered this body, she might have been too hasty. She was interrupted by the elder's scolding without going through the full integration, so she still knew nothing. She could even feel that Galadia's soul still existed in her own body, and she was scolding herself in a corner.

She could understand the anger of the former maiden's soul, but the words she used were really ugly.

It's hard to imagine how a noble lady could use such dirty words to describe herself.

She has a noble identity, but does not have a noble soul.

Simone thought.

Days pass by in this case.

The storm at the sword-granting ceremony did not have any impact on subsequent life, and the expected punishment never arrived, which made other saints who tried to step on Simone ’s head impatient.

Simone gradually became familiar with her work, and despite Galadia's soul not cooperating, she managed to inherit part of the memory.

The work of the maiden is actually very simple. It is to sacrifice to the gods, and to perform various missions on behalf of God's will with holy bodies in major ritual occasions. They do not have the right to make decisions, they are just the issuer of the order and the executor of the power. To put it plainly, they are pushing the front desk.

It is the temple presbyterian and the conqueror, who really controls the temple.

The former represents the will of God, while the latter has strong force to defend the status of the temple.

The rule of the temple has always been tested on the continent, and there are always some rebels trying to challenge the temple's authority. The significance of the conqueror lies in his conquest of all evils that disobey the temple.

This year's temple conqueror is the man with a handsome face in steel armor. His name is ... Bathgate.

Twelve bells rang.

The flash of Xiu Yi's figure flashed out of the transfer room. Just a fluttering sentence: "You are waiting here, don't go anywhere."

Isador rushed out after him. The old man looked unhurried, but always followed Xiu Yi firmly.

The two walked towards the sacrifice shrine together, and believers from all directions came in panic, apparently they were also shocked by what happened today.

"Can you tell me what happened? How could God come twice in a day?" Xiu whispered to Isador.

"This has never happened since the establishment of the Scourge Church. I can only answer you, I don't know."

"So which **** came this time?"

"Naturally you know."

On the sacrifice to the temple, the ceremony resumed.

Xiuyi no longer stood on the corner of the temple as before, but stood directly with Isador.

He once again witnessed the poor old man who was calling on God by Isador, and he stabbed himself twice in a day.

But this time, while Isador's blood was spilled on the altar, what appeared was no longer the overwhelming shadow of the person, but a white holy light.

Isador was relieved when he saw the light appear.

Xiu immediately knew the answer.

It seems that this time it is the **** that the Scourge Church has been worshipping.

But in terms of momentum ... it was far worse than the previous one.

The white holy light gradually condensed into an ice shadow in the flames above the altar.

A chill swept across the hall in an instant.

Xiu saw a giant coffin that seemed to be made of ice lying on top of the altar, shining with a crystal-like light, while exuding a strong and trembling breath. That breath shook Xiu's whole body, and he felt that realm-like power in his body had a strange resonance with that crystal coffin at this moment.

That is……

"That's the Immortal Coffin." Isador whispered to Xiuyi's question.

really.

But why does the energy in my body sense the immortal coffin?

The immortal coffin moved slowly over the temple, flew away from the altar, and landed on a huge stone platform prepared long ago in front of the altar.

The Immortal Coffin opened slowly.

A beautiful woman in a snow-white robe, barefoot, came out of the coffin.

Her bright eyes, like stars, paused for a moment in Xiu'ai'er's body, and then the starlight in her eyes flourished.

Slowly raised her scallioned right hand, Slender fingers gently clicked on Xiuyi and Isador's foreheads.

A cold voice spit out and spread across the hall: "You two stay, the others back down."