Chapter 423: Preaching and the Church of Rest!

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Warm sunshine shone on the floor of the bedroom, and also gave the two people inside a hazy golden edge. Noisy sparrows jumped around on the window sill, and their black pearl-like eyes poked into the room from time to time. .

"so good!"

There was a soft murmur that seemed like hallucination. The wife lying on the bed looked haggard and pale, but she still opened the corners of her mouth slightly in front of the bright sunshine.

She hadn't seen such bright sunshine for a long time.

Since she became seriously ill and the doctor told her not to catch cold or be exposed to too much sunlight, she could only feel the breath of sunshine by recalling the past days and through the hazy light of the curtains.

She originally thought that she would never see such a bright and even scorching day until her death. She never thought that this small wish could still be realized.

Although this is just a small, insignificant wish.

She rolled her eyes and looked at her husband. Today, Peter is no longer as depressed as before. Even his hair has been neatly styled. He is wearing the same gray suit he wore when they got married, and his cheeks are even shaved. Clean and tidy.

Only then did the wife realize that her husband was actually a bit handsome, and she couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.

She was so weak that she could no longer make even small movements like turning her head. She could only barely move her facial muscles, hoping that she could leave a good impression on her husband when she was dying.

There were tears in Peter's eyes, and he bit his lip hard. Although he had expected this scene to happen countless times, when facing farewell, his eyes still seemed to have sand floating in them, and his vision was blurred.

However, he did not comfort his wife until she reached the end of her life, because now, he had more important things to do.

"May all living beings be able to spend their lives peacefully in the kingdom you created, experiencing birth, growth, pain or joy, long life or premature death, until the final end, without fear of death."

He is preaching and preaching the gospel that belongs to the great Lord of blood and death, the God of life and rest, Vladimir!

Although his eyes were blurred by tears, Peter still recited all of this based on his memory, and his voice gradually became slightly choked.

"Death is not the end, because the existence that loves you or you love will rest peacefully in the eternal darkness without being disturbed, sleeping happily until the end of the universe and the end of the world."

Peter's voice became louder and louder. In the last moments, he finally gave up all illusions and accepted the facts. The only thing he did was to preach to his wife the gospel of the Lord of blood and death, because in the Bible, only Only dead believers can be led by Vladimir and sleep in eternal darkness.

For the existence of non-believers, after death, their spirits will either dissipate, or they will be transformed by distorted emotions, disturbed by evil spirits or demons, become new evil spirits and demons, and alienate into monsters that have lost themselves.

This was the only thing that Peter could do for his wife, to bring her the faith of Volkimir.

He didn't want his wife to disappear after her death, nor did he want her to become a monster and kill innocent creatures, so sleeping in eternal darkness was almost his only expectation.

As for the effect, it may be the fear of death or the trust in Peter. Lu En vaguely felt that the thread of faith belonging to his wife was too fragile and could break at any time.

The thread of faith originates from the spirit, and the spirit of ordinary people is closely related to the physical body.

"Great Lord, please let her enter your kingdom and fall into eternal sleep!"

As the last words fell, Peter's suppressed tears finally couldn't help but roll down his eyes, but perhaps some mysterious induction made him suddenly look up and meet his wife's eyes.

He saw his wife trying her best to give him a bright smile, and then slowly closed her eyes under the same bright sunshine.

The undetectable rise and fall of his chest finally stopped. He failed to save his wife in the end and watched her take her last breath. But in the end, the smile on her lips was a smile of relief and relief.

"Woo"

Pete gritted his teeth silently, letting out a slight sob only in the wings of his nose. It was as if all the bones had been removed from his body. He half-knelt in front of his wife, but at this moment, his hazy tearful eyes saw that In the sunlight, a crystal figure seemed to emerge.

Curly blond hair hung playfully on her forehead. This was a girl who was not beautiful, but had a quiet temperament. She smiled shyly at him, just like the scene when they first met.

Uh-huh!

Peter immediately stood up and wiped his tears in great surprise, only to find that there was no trace of the girl in the air in front of him. Only the dust floating in the air reflected a subtle light.

"Is it my imagination?"

Peter felt lost in his heart, and just stared at his wife in a daze. From the scorching sun to dusk, he finally came out of some kind of trance, staggered towards the door, and closed the bedroom door.

He wanted to contact someone to dispose of his wife's body. He remembered that his wife's favorite thing was a hillside full of flowers. Unfortunately, it was now a cemetery, and it was forbidden to dig and bury it near the imperial capital.

But when he opened the door, he suddenly found that the surroundings had become quiet without knowing when.

The pedestrians and vehicles nearby, as well as the neighbors who saw him cover his face and leave, were all gone. In the afterglow of the setting sun, standing at his door were several rows of men in black suits and leather shoes, who seemed to have been standing at his door for a long time.

"You."

As soon as Pete opened his mouth, an old man came forward with a solemn and solemn expression.

"We learned that something unfortunate had just happened to you, Mr. Pete, please accept my condolences."

"Who is it?"

Until now, Pete had just finished speaking, and he saw the old man nodded to him, and suddenly a man in black came forward behind him, holding a set of dark red and black interwoven robes in his hands. When he shook it open, it turned out to be a set of priest's clothes.

"According to the will of the great blood race and the Lord of Death, Mr. Peter, you have become the first honorable bishop of the Church of Rest, telling the world about the faith and gospel of our Lord!"

"I will do it without you telling me, but..."

Before Peter finished speaking, the old man had already taken the robe and put it on Peter.

"We have a common belief in the great Lord, you can just call me Adrian, Bishop Peter."

"Well, this name is familiar."

Peter was still a little dizzy and felt even more confused. He could only reply casually that the reputation of Ryan Military Industry was well known in the imperial capital.

"Maybe it's similar to what you think, Bishop Peter, we have the most professional team, where do you want your wife to rest in peace?"

Adrian raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth and asked softly, but then, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, because at this moment, Peter seemed to wake up from a dream.

An inexplicable calmness and an indescribable temperament emerged from him, his head lowered, his tone indifferent but firm.

"A cemetery, an ordinary cemetery will do."