Chapter 255 Salvation Ahead

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"The dried fish under the hands of the octopus head does have some abilities."

The sea of ​​fire once again pushed back the roaring waves.

War is the art of gathering people, and war is the melting pot of all things. Without the army and supreme command, and the enemy is a natural disaster on the sea, Medici is somewhat stretched.

The aid of the God of Death prevents living and spiritual beings from approaching this place. The emperor of the dead's order is higher than Pope Gad II of the Storm, so the natural disasters are not allowed to approach and stay on the outskirts of Rasha.

Rasha is so big, and the chaotic cyclones and storms are like sardines in a can, filling the surrounding sea area. The island is far away from the mainland, and the tsunami washes away the barrier of the island in wave after wave without any scruples. The sea level has already Level with the mountain.

Relying on his own status, if he forcibly incorporates the other angel Si'a on the field into the "War Red" army, Medici will immediately receive a huge promotion, but he is not willing to have this unstable position as a dependent of the outer god. Bring yourself some unnecessary trouble.

“The Lord’s promotion is not over yet?!”

The prayer of No. 4 of the God's Advent Team indicated that they had started. The dislocation of the ten-minute team allowed the war angels who were fighting fiercely to accurately judge the passage of time. Medici muttered in his heart that it was almost forty minutes. Promotion When did it take so long to drink the magic potion, meditate, and then resign yourself to fate?

And the spiritual world corresponding to Rasha is burning.

The sun with an abstract human face stared at the island intently. The pure and bright flames purified the curse and burned away the layers of seals. The flames of the spiritual world have burned into reality, and fire-like light surged from the end of the sea. Come, turn the edges of the island into slowly dying white ashes, and everything will turn into dust or part of the light under the gaze of the sun.

"Hold on a little longer..."

Medici still chose to temporarily bring Siya into the spiritual link and use his eyes to observe the situation of the island and the seal.

The small island is being eaten away by the light in circles, and the breath of death is also being dissolved by the light. After the light advances, the sea water will quickly fill it up. Even if you use "Restart" to restore the island, that part has already been buried underwater. .

There is only one drop of the "blood of the Angel of Destiny" left.

The "coffin" was melted by the light, creating a huge gap that Siua could not stop. A heavy rain fell from that gap - the heavy rain was an understatement, it was clearly pouring water into the gap!

A mouth appeared on the right side of Medici's face: "Stop this rain!"

"You don't need to tell me."

The illusory crack on the left cheek also spoke: "What did you just do?!"

"Tsk, who knows what 'good luck' is? Anyway, our situation has not improved..." Medici shook off the rainwater on the bloody sword in his hand and sneered with unknown meaning, "Maybe 'good luck' will make someone A traitor decided not to join the war!"

As he spoke, the rain had already flowed over his feet, turning the ground into water-saturated mud.

The power of Medici's mechanical container has been turned to the maximum. The expensive and strong spiritual metal has become a red-hot soldering iron. It evaporates as soon as the rain falls. At the same time, the surface of the rubber begins to melt. His human form gradually collapses and is gradually revealed. The appearance of an evil spirit with bloody flesh.

The last drop of blood turned into silver threads and coiled around the palm of his hand. Medici thought calmly, waiting for the rain to rise a little higher.

I can still hold on, a little higher, a little higher... When I reach my calves, I "restart", break out of the seal, and engage in close combat with the natural disasters outside!

After only a few seconds but an extremely long wait, the world suddenly turned dark.

It was like the lights went out, the sun disappeared, and the never-ending sound of the sea suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Medici was covered in flames, and he suddenly fell into darkness. The firelight did not illuminate the surrounding land, but instead reflected the shadowed eyes!

Large and small, the pointed ovals at both ends outline the whites of the eyes, and the simple round eyeballs are painted black, like a child's simple drawing.

Countless black and white eyes wandered and gathered in the darkness, and he saw layers of black wings spread out, and a white halo of burning flames appeared in the pure shadow behind the head of a tall figure as high as a mountain.

Medici watched all this in astonishment, with three mouths slightly opened at the same time.

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Southern Continent.

The colonies in Intis fell into panic without exception. The sun in the sky suddenly lost its trace. After losing sight of the light, even the sound of the wind disappeared. Everyone was imprisoned in a world of shadows, unable to see or hear. For anything, I can only grab the things around me or the hands of my family members to confirm that I am still in this world with a vague touch.

It was obviously dark, but there seemed to be countless eyes falling on everyone.

People fumbled with the gas light switches and flicked on the lights shakily. When the lights came on, the surrounding black and white eyes also took a step back. In the darkness farther away, the eyes turned around at the same time, staring at the lights and the people in the lights.

And people don't know anything about it.

They kept rubbing their arms, wrapped themselves in blankets, and lit the fireplace. They always felt that the weather was unusually cold.

On the balcony of Aldera Palace, the God of Death stared at the halo and black cross rising in the distance, with a hint of fear in his cold eyes.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and bright lightning tore through the shadowed sky. The thunder sounded like countless huge wheels rolling over the ground, or like someone knocking on a huge iron pot, and this side The iron pot is upside down above the world, above everyone's head!

After the shadows were torn apart by the lightning, a light that was a thousand times more dazzling than before briefly appeared.

In the corner of the town, a hand reached out from the darkness and knocked on the table twice. The shadows in the entire house and the eyes in the shadows were immediately forced back to the periphery, and the natural light returned to the house strangely.

"At the end of these two thousand years, the Almighty will return to heaven, and Satan will be released from his prison."

Edward held his chin and looked into the distance. Even though there was just a meaningless dark void, his mood was better than before.

"Since there is heaven, there must be hell."

In His hand, an old book was finally finished. The engraved metal buckle was closed, describing all the glory and sins of the Almighty. It was filled with the sorrow and blessings of the innocent, recording the fall of a god to the ground. The story of being stained with blood and finally returning to heaven with others.

Since the true Creator took over the Creator’s sin, then He is the Creator.

He seized the opportunity and took back the Creator’s direction.

“I will call them together to fight, and their number will be as the sand of the sea.”

He scooped up a spoonful of freshly ground coffee powder and poured it into the prepared container. The brown-black powder fell like rain.

"This makes the story of demise even grander."

"How many stories and disasters can I remember this time..."

The God of Decline narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and looked across the shadow-filled void, thunder and sun in the distance, as if until the end of time, he rejoiced for the coming world, and seemed to have seen the most intense part of this vast war. At this moment, the battlefield of the gods decided the winner, and the world screamed on the edge of collapse, surrounded by corpses.

"Maybe He will wake up and I will die?" His expression looked a little hopeful, "That's not bad, all things have an end."

The place abandoned by God, Silver City.

Uno sat in his cradle, staring at the western sky.

Mrs. Scuold sat on the edge of the cradle, cutting a piece of soft and warm fur in her hands, looking at her child curiously.

The baby suddenly covered its eyes, and the mother quickly put down the fur and reached out to pick up the baby. At this moment, her vision suddenly went dark, and Mrs. Scallder suddenly felt horrified. Rays of morning light emitted from her body, but they were unable to illuminate the world around her!

A burst of misty light appeared, and Uno, who was held in her arms, stretched out his two small hands, as if he was lifting something invisible. The black surrounding him slowly retreated a little, leaving behind the dark space illuminated by the morning light. A gap of one meter in radius.

But Mrs. Skold didn't feel lucky for her survival. She didn't even have time to thank the angel of fate for her protection. This sudden darkness had exceeded five heartbeats, and the despair of the destruction of Silver City came to her mind!

She immediately searched for the candle in the room according to the location in her memory. She was surprised to find that the candle was still burning, but the light was tightly wrapped around the flame. everything of.

At this moment, she saw a golden light pillar rising in the distance. Derrick Berg stood in the light, nervously paying attention to the surrounding situation.

In the dark, you must not be too far away from your companions, nor can you immediately approach the person who has just returned... Mrs. Scallder picked up the weapon and nervously observed the warm light and Derrick in it for a while. After a while, , she chose to get closer.

At this moment, she was surprised to find many figures approaching Derrick at the same time, one after another appearing in the light, "Chief" Colin Iliad, Antierna and her husband, Lovi Elder Ya...each of them had confusion and doubt on their faces. Something more incredible than the destruction of Silver City happened. In the absolute darkness, there were no casualties among the people of Silver City!

"How is this going?"

In the light, Colin Iliad asked in a serious tone.

"The light suddenly disappeared." Derrick took the initiative to stand on the roof, allowing the light to attract more people. "The lightning disappeared and the candles did not work. I tried my extraordinary ability and found that there was only the light of purification. can be used!"

"No monster appeared in the darkness." Lovia said with a complicated tone, "But I have an urge to kneel down and worship..."

People whispered for a while, and finally turned their attention to Mrs. Scallder on the periphery of the crowd and the child in her arms.

Mrs. Scullder shook her head: "No revelation."

At this time, the shadows in all directions became thicker, more formidable, and more gloomy, as if some kind of terrible, unknown, and irresistible danger was brewing.

"Don't be afraid."

A strange old voice suddenly rushed into people's ears. They were attracted by the voice and their hearts trembled, forgetting their uneasiness for a moment.

In the shadows, a lantern quickly approached the direction of the light. "Angel of the Holy Word" Steve was also disturbed and came to the Silver City. He stared at the sunshine from a distance, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

“He who has ears, let him hear what the Spirit says to all believers.”

In the eyes of everyone who were either surprised or frightened, Steve knelt down deeply towards the west and prostrated himself on the ground.

In front of Him, in the thick shadow, an illusory and tall figure slowly emerged.

Layers of illusory black wings spread out, spirituality turned into feathers and fell one after another, and golden halo burned behind his head.

"People from the Eastern Continent..."

That man who was so majestic that it seemed impossible to look directly at him actually had a young and vicissitudes of voice.

"I am the Lord of your faith."

"The All-Knowing, the Almighty, the Creator of all, the Sun-god who was, is and will be forever."

Lovia slowly knelt down on the ground, her breathing quickening. Her Lord was right in front of him, but she no longer had the courage to look directly at him.

Colin Iliad's pupils trembled. He looked at the "Angel of Destiny" in horror, but saw that he remained silent and did not refute.

The people in Silver City looked at each other, they were also in disbelief. While trembling and frightened, they couldn't help but secretly look at the silhouette of the great being in front of them, and the doubts in their hearts became more and more profound.

Only Derrick, who knew some of the inside information, hesitated and asked expectantly:

"You, are you really our Lord, the great Sun God?"

The mountain-like figure once again made a mismatched youthful voice: "Yes."

Derrick scratched his head and didn't know what to say. The people in Silver City looked at each other and once again showed their distrust with their body movements - you are indeed a great being, but with the Holy Scriptures The sun god in the movie is too different, right?

Where is the sun?

Where is the warmth and light of myth...?

Where is the power that created everything...?

Omniscient and omnipotent, the divine punishment of thunder, endless knowledge... where are they?

What the people of Silver City, and even all the people who were still alive in the Land Abandoned by the Gods saw, were only a huge and terrifying shadow, bottomless darkness and fear, which looked more like those monsters in mythology that flew in the darkness and spread panic. Wolf, not the great Creator of light.

An eerie silence fell on the clearing.

"...the great god."

Colin broke the silence, but he found that it was still difficult for him to use the Lord's honorable name to address the being in front of him, so he had to bite the bullet and speak:

"Your arrival today is..."

The true Creator watched all this calmly, watching the living humans in the land abandoned by the gods. He was suddenly shocked to realize that these mortals, who could only reach Sequence 4, relied on their own strength to live for so long on this land that was eroded by their own kingdom of gods. So long, so long that it was as long as he had been crazy, so long that he had become accustomed to their struggle for survival, and felt that this was another natural thing - they would survive anyway, so there was no need to be so anxious to save them.

So we kept delaying it, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, two hundred years, five hundred years... one thousand nine hundred and fifty-four years.

Anyway, they will do their best to survive.

"I am really stupid." The True Creator sighed, "You don't need gods, you can still live."

His words were not spoken in ancient giant language, and everyone in Silver City did not understand them.

"I have lost my authority, glory and light, leaving only this dark and gloomy appearance."

"The sun has long since set."

God's voice echoed across the vast, dark land, drowning out even the never-ending thunder.

"Everyone, the god you believe in is no longer me."

"For this reason, there is no need to stick to the brilliance of the sun. Your salvation is no longer in my hands."

Although His words were clear enough, the meaning contained in them made Colin Iliad, Lovia, Derrick and everyone else tremble. Along with His words, scenes of strange illusions appeared. In everyone's minds, the sun went out, the sky was torn apart, endless shadows flowed across the earth, and the world was destroyed... People were trembling, and the gloomy atmosphere made it almost difficult for them to breathe.

The Angel of the Word knelt quietly, silent.

"You...are you really the Lord?!"

The most devout priest in Silver City suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the shadow with cascading wings. His body trembled and tears flowed down his face:

"Lord! I am your devout lamb. No matter what you become, no matter whether the sun shines as bright as before, I will never change my faith!"

A black and white eye looked at the pious priest, and then shifted his gaze.

"Your nineteen hundred and fifty-four years of suffering are caused by me."

"Your ancestors and families died because of me."

"It's not just the glory that has disappeared, sin and the sea of ​​blood have already submerged me. That is my sin, the cross I must bear."

"From today on, you don't have to believe me."

“Your redemption is on the way, and you don’t need the sun to find salvation and light.”

The words of the gods were so harsh that they were almost cruel, but they were filled with warmth at the end. A promise fell between man and God. The priest opened his mouth slightly, and the pain of being denied his faith and the surprise of being saved by the promise overflowed at the same time. In their hearts, the anxious and frightened people slowly calmed down.

"Lord, how can this be your fault!"

In the silence, Steve, who had been patient for a long time, suddenly spoke. He closed his eyes tightly and said loudly:

"Lord, please understand clearly that human sacrifice has brought about the continuation of your glory. We are willing to sacrifice everything for you, including our lives!"

"If you claim to be guilty...ah, great Lord, then how should we deal with ourselves? The only way to see your heart is to die!!"

Steve didn't dare to open his eyes, raise his head, or listen to the Lord's next words.

The terrifying scene that seemed like the end of the world lingered in his mind. His hometown seemed to appear again in front of his eyes, the prosperous and peaceful Emerald City. He was born there, grew up bathed in the glory of the Lord, and was then elected into the church. Choir, and then becoming an extraordinary person, fighting against pagans for the glory of the Lord... until finally becoming an angel walking on earth and ascending to heaven, the scenes that were deliberately forgotten in His memory reappeared.

His hometown, His children, His family, His descendants who love to lie on their knees and listen to the stories told by their ancestors...

"Lord...we never regret..."

"To die for you and to be with you is our honor and we have never regretted it..."

The true Creator looked at this devout and old angel quietly, and there was deathly silence on the dark earth.

"It's just...just..."

On that drooping, wrinkled face, a tear of sadness that could not be concealed seeped out of the corner of the angel's eye.

"Lord...how I wish..."

"I can go to you on their behalf..."

The memories of the past were burned away by the fire.

How blasphemous! How damn! How disrespectful!

When hearing the Lord say, “That’s my sin”——

Shamefully, sadly, hatefully, He felt a sense of liberating joy and relief.

The tears finally fell.

The requiem ceremony, which had been delayed for two thousand years, finally took away the grief in the hearts of the dead and the living people.

TBC

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"I have forgiven your debts as I have also forgiven your debtors."

"From now on, you are no longer guilty."