Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Chapter 434 Then there is only one answer

The bishop of the Dark Night Holy Court obviously had not thought that there was someone else in this dream besides himself. He immediately took a step back and looked warily at Bernice who suddenly appeared.

The attire of the nun in front of him was completely different from that of the nuns on the continent of Sauron. Not only was it more fitted, but it was also more convenient for movement. It was obvious that she was not a nun from an ordinary sect, but a clergyman from another continent in the fleet.

Not only that, the bishop also saw a temperament similar to his own in the other person's eyes. The other person was a fanatic who was willing to dedicate everything to God. However, although the other person's eyes revealed madness, there was another layer of rationality, and this rationality was not in conflict with madness.

"When did you come in?"

Although the bishop tried his best to control the mask on his face, a look of fear was still shown on the mask.

"When? I've been here the whole time."

Bernice said this nonchalantly, and at the same time, a bench appeared behind her, and Bernice sat down gently.

Bernice put the lantern on the bench, crossed her hands and supported her head and said, "On the contrary, you are the ones who broke into other people's dreams without even knocking. It's really rude."

The bishop of the Dark Night Holy Court kept backing away, holding the mask on his face and said, "No, it's impossible. No one except us should be able to get involved in dreams. Who are you? Why do you also use our secret method?"

"Your secret method?"

Bernice leaned back, crossed her legs, frowned slightly, and said, "This is the authority bestowed by the goddess on humans. You have only touched the surface. How dare you claim your secret method?"

"No!"

It seemed that because of the religious issues involved, the momentum of the Light and Shadow Master in front of him soared wildly, and he said: "The starlight of the Lord of the Morning Star is the only light that can pierce the dream! We will follow the guidance of the great will and let everyone gain lasting enlightenment and happiness. Why can you pagans be guided into the dream?"

Looking at the bishop in front of her who was frantic but a little bit scared, Bernice said with a tone of pity: "It seems that your understanding of dreams stops here. But I am very curious about how you enter other people's dreams. Now that you are here, don't leave. Sit down and talk to me."

Bernice waved her hand, and a similar bench appeared behind the bishop. However, the bishop adjusted the mask on his face and said, "No need. I'm not interested in chatting with pagans. We will eventually meet in the eternal night anyway, so it won't be too late to chat then."

After saying this, the bishop raised his hands high, and the expression on his mask turned into a grim smile. He said, "Good night, Sister of the Empire, and Master of Castile. We will meet again soon!"

"..."

There was silence for a while, and the bishop remained where he was, raising his hands in embarrassment.

The bishop looked at Bernice, who had a mocking expression on her face, then looked at the silent gray robe, raised his hands again, and said, "Goodbye!"

There was still a silent silence. The bishop remained awkwardly where he was, but he did not give up. He raised his hands again and shouted, "Great Lord of the Morning Star, your believers are praying to you. I pray that you can see through the confusion of dreams and guide me on the spiritual path home!"

Seeing that there was still no response, Bernice snapped her fingers and replaced the scene with a solemn church. She said, "Why don't you try here? Oh, sorry, I forgot this is the goddess' church. If you pray to your god, there may be no response. Why don't you try praying to our goddess?"

At this moment, the bishop finally realized the seriousness of the matter. Fear rushed straight to his forehead like a poisonous snake along his bones. He wanted to leave this dream, but found that the dream was like a sticky quagmire, binding him tightly. His breathing suddenly stopped, his heart beat wildly, and cold sweat pierced his self-confidence like needles.

Only then did the bishop realize that he had just been breathing, sweating, and feeling his own heartbeat in a dream.

He looked up at the church that the other party had built in the dream. This church was so magnificent, and the details were so rich. It was completely different from the scene when he threatened Garcia before, where there was almost nothing in it except a long table. This was not the kind of richness of details that a person's dream could create. It could not even be called a dream, but another reality.

In comparison, the dream created by the Dark Night Holy Court was like an illusion of flowers in the fog. Not only was there only a long table, but it was also blurry and the details were so blurry that they could not be seen clearly.

This was an absolute power gap. The bishop wanted to open his mouth, but no sound came out. Only then did he realize that everything in this dream was controlled by the nun in front of him.

Bernice was still sitting on the bench, crossing her legs, picking up the lantern beside her, and just looking at the bishop of light and shadow. In the eyes of the bishop, Bernice's figure became infinitely tall, and he didn't know when he had crawled on the ground. He could even look up and see the exquisite black leather boots reflecting the light under the other's nun robe.

The bishop felt the nun's gaze staring straight at him, as deep as the abyss, cold and ruthless, as if it wanted to peel off his existence layer by layer from soul to consciousness.

At this moment, the scene changed, and everyone came to the door of the Northern Church Cathedral. Looking at the sacred and magnificent church in front of them and the obelisk that was constantly expanding and towering into the sky in the distance, the bishop's psychological defenses collapsed at this moment. It was too backward, both the Sauron Continent and the Dark Night Holy Court were too backward. He had witnessed the real knowledge and the real God.

He felt that he had been living in ignorance in the past, but now, he finally saw the true God. The bishop kept reaching his hands towards the top of the church, as if he was longing for something.

Bernice, who was still sitting on the bench, said, "I'll give you one last chance. Either you accept the baptism of the goddess and become a member of the empire, or you will be kicked back by me like a wild dog."

"Okay, make your choice."

Facing the condescending gaze, the bishop took a few quick breaths, took off the mask on his face and said, "Then there is only one answer."

The bishop panted heavily, burst into laughter, and grabbed the black and white mask tightly, breaking it in half:

"Dark Night Holy Court, Levian will be loyal to you."

"Not to me."

Bernice corrected, "It is loyalty to the goddess and His Majesty the Emperor."

"Yes, for the goddess and His Majesty the Emperor."

The bishop named Levian was now completely awake. His face was covered in sweat after he took off the mask, and his expression of fear was mixed with a bit of excitement and desire.

"Very good. On behalf of the goddess, I allow you to atone for your previous sins with your own actions."

Bernice stood up, and several rays of light from the lantern penetrated into the body of the Bishop of Light and Shadow, and completed the baptism and initiation ceremony for the Bishop of the Holy Court of Dark Night in her dream.

The man in gray robe at the side had already found a seat in the church and sat down. This seemed to be his dream, right?