parentshiftbook Chapter 138 From today on, the Winged Clan will be renamed Angels
Chapter 138 From today on, the Winged Clan will be renamed Angels
Chapter 138 138. From Today Onward, the Winged Tribe Will Be Renamed Angels
Ian stopped paying attention to the affairs of the Elves and Dragons.
He now had more important things to do.
To fulfill his previous promise to the Winged Tribe.
Through repeated wars and the development of the Church of the Dawn, Uriel and the others had proven the Winged Tribe's loyalty.
Now, they weren't following the Dawn because they had nowhere else to go.
But because the concept of Dawn had completely become a faith that the Winged Tribe was willing to pursue for life.
Ian recognized their value and, for the first time, had Uriel summon all the Winged Tribe members to the Papal Residence.
At this moment, the entire residence had been sealed off by the Dawn Knights, ensuring that not even a fly could get in.
Over three thousand Winged Tribe members, young and old, stood on the lawn of the Papal Residence, looking up with reverence at the only faith in their hearts.
Ian stood with Leal on his left and Resia on his right.
Except for Markov and Matthew, who hadn't returned yet, basically all of his people were here.
Ian's gaze swept across the faces of every Winged Tribe member with a hint of gratification, and the identical fanatical faith made Ian increasingly satisfied with the Winged Tribe.
Suddenly, Ian, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.
"It's been two months since the Winged Tribe joined the Church of the Dawn, right?"
Uriel replied without thinking:
"Two months and eight days, Your Holiness."
"The Winged Tribe will always remember the day Your Holiness descended like a god, rescuing the Winged Tribe from the clutches of the demons!"
Ian nodded slightly and then said:
"More than two months... The Winged Tribe followed the Church of the Dawn, defeated the conspiracy of Crown City, annihilated the army of Prince Bilka III, and liberated the Dawn Domain in the Western Crusade..."
"Resisting the demons, never giving an inch, and repeatedly making great contributions to the Church of the Dawn, I have seen all of this."
Hearing Ian say this, the Winged Tribe members couldn't help but puff out their chests and raise their heads in excitement.
Their loyalty had earned them the trust of His Holiness the Pope.
This was the most prideful thing for the Winged Tribe.
"The matter of the Winged Tribe's rebellion during the Fourth Anti-Demon War has now been investigated."
"The Winged Tribe was ambushed and plotted against by the despicable Son of Pride, falling into the demons' trap."
"You are still staunch!"
"Now that the Son of Pride has been executed, you have been cleared of your grievances, and the King of Pride has also paid a heavy price."
"I believe that this news will soon spread throughout the Land of the Hundred Races Alliance, and everyone will understand the innocence of the Winged Tribe."
This news, if it were the Uriel of the past, would have brought tears of joy.
But now, after the dream had come true, Uriel and the others didn't have the ecstasy they had expected.
They no longer cared about the Hundred Races.
Now, they had a new dream.
Under the light of the Dawn, to tear apart the demonic haze that had enveloped the Rodri Continent for hundreds of years and usher in the dawn.
Uriel instantly knelt on one knee, and this triggered a chain reaction.
All three thousand Winged Tribe members knelt like Uriel.
"The Winged Tribe will never forget that it was the Dawn that gave us everything!"
"Regardless of whether the past grievances are cleared, the Winged Tribe will forever follow the Dawn, striving to become the sharpest spear of His Holiness the Pope and fight for it for life!"
Ian nodded with satisfaction, slowly raised his hand, and the light strips extending from the Seven Sacred Crown Robes swept over the heads of all the Winged Tribe members with a sacred aura.
"I said that after the end of the Holy War, the children who have proven their loyalty to God will be qualified to follow God."
"Now it seems that you have already obtained the ticket to Heaven, and I no longer need to continue to examine you."
"This glory should have a share of yours!"
With that, Ian turned and walked into the house.
"Come with me, I will show you the true foundation of my Church of the Dawn and take you to the true Dawn Heaven."
At this moment, the Winged Tribe members were stunned.
It was like the Pride King's warhammer, hitting their minds hard.
That kind of emotion was impossible to understand and impossible to describe.
Just like Hania at the beginning, both eager to set foot on the territory of Heaven and fearful of whether their faith was loyal enough to embrace this glory.
But Ian didn't have time to continue to comfort them.
The construction of the Dawn Domain was about to begin, and Ian needed more faithful believers to share the work of Resia and the others.
Not only this batch of Winged Tribe members, but also the two thousand Dawn Knights who had proven their faith would also be on the list to see God.
In extreme silence, the Winged Tribe people followed Ian upstairs in a daze.
Following Ian across that mysterious portal.
Uriel had thought many times about his reaction to ascending to Heaven.
To offer sincere praise to the true Dawn Ian at the first time.
Or to praise the sacred beauty of Heaven.
But when he truly set foot on this territory called Heaven.
Looking up at the bright moon and overlooking the plains.
Feeling the power that was one-third of Ian's body, touching the soil of the floating sky island above the high sky.
Breathing the air from a perfect world without demons.
The first thing Uriel left in the MC world was his scalding tears.
He had imagined countless times what the so-called Dawn Heaven would be like.
Perhaps it would be full of golden auspicious clouds full of hope, and the air would be filled with a sacred fragrance.
The prayers of the Holy Spirit for the Dawn would echo in his ears.
But all the imagination was not as good as witnessing it with his own eyes.
Yes!
Uriel shouted silently in his heart.
How could His Holiness Dawn Ian, who loves all His people like a loving father, like to build His kingdom so high and without the atmosphere of the world?
His Holiness Ian, who loves the people and the world, His foundation should be a warm hometown like the Rodri Continent.
Only in this way can His children still have a feeling of going home after ascending to Heaven.
Everything here looks exactly like the Rodri Continent before the demons ravaged it.
Only the squareness of everything reminds Uriel that this is not the Rodri Continent.
But doesn't that squareness reflect His Holiness Ian's emphasis on order?
Like the other Winged Tribe members, Uriel knelt carefully on the ground, pressed his lips to the earth, and felt the fragrance of the lawn with his heart.
This day came too early...
Winged Tribe.
This "traitor" who was once rejected by the Hundred Races met their true soft-hearted god.
God does not abandon their weakness, nor despise their filthy past.
Opening His arms and embracing them, tenderly telling them that the Winged Tribe's unfortunate past is over.
Because of their Lord, the supreme Dawn, His Majesty Ian.
To bestow happiness upon them.
Ian remained silent until he noticed that the last of the Winged Folk had successfully stepped into the MC world.
Only then did a gratified smile appear.
At this moment, the MC world's portal captured the last of the Winged Folk's loyalty.
The Winged Folk had completely taken on the shape of the Church of Dawn.
In fact, the real test was only one thing.
To walk through the MC world's portal.
If even one member of the Winged Folk had failed to pass through, Ian would have banished Uriel and the others.
Fortunately...
The Winged Folk were indeed grateful and reciprocated kindness, and they truly believed in the Dawn.
After a long silence, Ian finally spoke.
"Uriel."
"I am here!"
Uriel raised his head to look at Ian, his blurred tears acting as a filter. In his eyes, Ian radiated the cool yet gentle light of the moon.
Uriel understood that the Dawn did not only mean the sun.
All the gentle light of hope in the world was a manifestation of Him.
In this silent place, as all the Winged Folk held their breath, listening to their first divine decree upon entering the kingdom of heaven.
Ian finally spoke.
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"From today onwards, the Winged Folk are no longer the Winged Folk."
"In the name of the Dawn, I bestow upon you a new name and mission."
Silence once again swept over everyone, until the morning sun gradually rose in the distant horizon, and the earth revived with new vitality.
Only then did Ian slowly say:
"From today onwards, you shall be the messengers of the Celestial God."
"Representing the will of the Dawn, spreading His utmost benevolence and kindness to all things in the mortal world, in the hearts of all races and spirits."
"From today onwards..."
"You shall be the Angelic Race!"
...
News about the Church of Dawn, along with the shocking arrival of the Hundred Race Alliance guests on Judgment Day, spread throughout the territories of the Hundred Race Alliance.
The Church of Dawn, in this uncrowned king-like manner, immediately and powerfully ascended to the top of the Hundred Race Alliance, becoming a mysterious force that attracted worldwide attention.
Each race had its own reaction.
Like the pride of the Behemoth race, which made them scoff at it.
Defeating the Demon King only meant that the King of Pride was not as good as before. Reviving the deceased was even more of a false illusion.
As for the Church of Dawn having a god, they didn't believe a single word of it.
The Behemoth race, which claimed to be the strongest in the Hundred Race Alliance, dismissed it with disdain, and even didn't bother to send a gift to celebrate the Church of Dawn's great victory in the Holy War.
After all, the insignificant wound on the King of Gluttony's stomach was also created by them.
Even now, the Behemoth race was still indulging in this glory.
Completely forgetting that this so-called Behemoth race achievement was an opportunity created for them by the combined efforts of the Hundred Race's powerhouses, with countless powerhouses sacrificing themselves...
Like the Human Kingdom Alliance, immersed in fear and resentment.
They did not feel proud that the Dawn Knights, who had created epic achievements under the banner of the Church of Dawn, were humans.
They would forever remember the Church of Dawn's banner.
"Beat the nobles, divide the land."
This was their lifeline. To the nobles of the Human Kingdom Alliance, the Church of Dawn was even more damned than the Demon Race.
But the Church of Dawn was powerful, so they naturally didn't dare to show their true colors.
They could only grit their teeth and send people to the Land of Origin to deliver congratulatory gifts.
Now, they were still worried, holding meetings every day to figure out how to resist the Church of Dawn's missionary work in their territories.
Use force to expel them?
Then they would be the next Bilka Principality.
The Church of Dawn had even beaten the main force of Pride to the point of near death, so where did they get the guts to attack?
Play tricks?
They really couldn't win against the Church of Dawn's milk and bread missionary offensive.
Because of this, the higher-ups of the Human Kingdom Alliance were almost bald with worry.
As for the resurrection matter...
They didn't believe it, or rather, they didn't dare to believe it.
The Church of Dawn had already defeated the Demon King, and was already powerful.
If there really was a resurrection divine art, then it could only prove that gods really existed.
This was the result that the Human Kingdom Alliance least wanted to see.
For now, they could only try to cover it up as much as possible.
But even so, many powerhouses who were wholeheartedly against the demons and nobles with a conscience still couldn't help but rush to the Domain of Daybreak.
Even the citizens of the principalities surrounding the Domain of Daybreak were transferring there in large numbers.
The Human Kingdom Alliance's response was still only one thing.
Out of sight, out of mind!
The Behemoth race lived in its own world, and the Human Kingdom Alliance lived in a world of fantasy.
These two major races could also be considered oddballs.
But no matter how they denied it, there was always one thing that could not be denied.
Since the end of the Holy War of the Church of Dawn, they had already forged an undefeated golden body.
This insignificant war directly allowed the Church of Dawn to stand at the very top of the Hundred Race Alliance.
Even above the Hundred Race Alliance.
At least for now, no one had been able to annihilate the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and sever the arm of the King of Pride.
Moreover, it was a perfect annihilation battle fought with the Church of Dawn's numerical disadvantage.
Just because of this glorious achievement, coupled with the Church of Dawn's style of teaching regardless of background.
As long as they had a firm will to resist the demons and harbored faith in the Dawn.
The Church of Dawn would not mind descending divine might to protect them.
Thus, in just seven days.
Many weak Hundred Races moved at the wind.
Some directly brought their families to the Land of Origin, begging to join the Church and receive protection.
Such as the Fox race, the Cat race, and other races that were not good at fighting.
Compared to the Behemoth race, who looked down on them and disdained to protect them, the Church of Dawn was undoubtedly the dear father they had been waiting for for countless years.
Some who were far away also directly sent people to come and negotiate first, and as long as they agreed to join the Church.
They would move on the spot.
Even the Merfolk and Dwarves, who were large races, did not have any intention of joining for the time being, but that did not prevent them from making preparations.
Just like the Merfolk's Neptune and the Dwarf's Hestor...
One was the hope of the Merfolk, and the other was the Artisan Star of the Dwarves.
Both of them had received orders from their clans, instructing them to reside permanently in the Land of Origin from now on.
This could be considered as taking out one last insurance policy for the race.
In case the two races encountered misfortune, they could just happen to re-establish their families under the protection of the Dawn.
Large races were not stupid. They understood the principle that eggs should not be put in one basket.
Perhaps they never felt that the Hundred Race Alliance was reliable.
In any case, Neptune and Hestor, who had hurriedly returned to their races after Judgment Day and then set off again to come to the Land of Origin.
Reunited in the Land of Origin after seven days.
But the Land of Origin in front of them gave them a solid lesson called "Prosperity."