Chapter 233 Blessings (Part 2)
Pray for the bell early, at 6 o'clock in the morning, the sixth ring
The big bell rings, spreading the whole city from afar, distant and mellow, endless sounds
But at this moment, one after another, there were twenty-four consecutive sounds, covering all the time today
Wu Yan followed Moore and saw this great foresighter, with no joy or horror expression, stepped forward, and in an instant, he actually had the temperament of being isolated from the world.
In a palace in the distance, as the bell rang slowly, reaching the empty hall, eight high-level warriors walked up the steps one after another, adjusting and placing their steps on both sides, looking straight at them
Then, a large number of close servants rushed out, opening up a safe path for the king.
"My son, Mekpis, go with me," said King Vishi.
A young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, heard the call and bowed calmly: "Yes, Father."
Without riding a carriage, the father and son both put on battle robes and turned on horses. The hundred and most powerful cavalry behind him followed neatly
The moment I stepped out of the palace, the horns sounded together.
The loud bells were still ringing throughout the city. When they heard this bell, they were not only the Lord of Glory, but also the other priests who legally served the gods, gathered in front of the altars and statues, with pious and solemn expressions, praying and singing, and rushed straight to the sky above the city.
In the city, there was an underground corridor made of obsidian. A man in a black robe walked in it. He walked to the extreme. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
This is a hall, and the oil lamp emits a faint light, which not only does not appear bright, but is even darker. In the middle is an altar, on the altar, in the center of the exquisite carving, a blue-black flame emerges in the middle, without any warmth, but with a coldness.
In front of the altar, a man in a priest's robe was praying in a low voice, his back almost blending with the darkness.
"Master Priest!" the man in black robe said in a low voice.
"What's the matter?" The dark priest's voice was calm.
"Moor, the foresee, will preside over the sacrament himself and bless Prince Mekpis."
"What?" The dark priest was shocked. He stood up suddenly and turned around. Because he was too anxious, his clothes stirred the air and made a sound of rushing.
"Mur, the Foresighter, will preside over the sacrament himself and bless the Prince Mekpis?" The dark priest's face was sunk in his cloak, unable to see his face, but he just held the holy emblem - that was the unique emblem of the God of Dark Pakry: "Why just report such a big thing to me now?"
The man in black robe couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and cold sweat oozed out. With this angry questioning, the dark flames suddenly rose on the altar behind him, making him feel bone-broken fear.
"The king, the prince, and the closest servants had no news to convey. It was very confidential. It was not until the early morning when he left, he had an internal support and passed the news to him..."
When the dark priest heard this, a cold light immediately appeared in his eyes. He did not move and gradually frowned.
As he thought, the priest's face gradually became heavier. He slowly paced, thinking while talking to himself: "My Lord threw out this news to the royal family and to crack down on morale within the kingdom. It has been effective. The nobles and the army have been in turmoil. The most important thing is to make sharp contradictions and conflicts between Moor and Visi, between the royal family and the church."
"The Foresighter Mour is already a 16th-level priest, and is promoted to the priest. The reason why he suppresses his hatred is not only for the sake of the royal family, but also for the reason that the king is also a believer of the Lord of Glory."
"If it were only this, the Foresighter Moore would have attacked. Could it be... Could it be..." The dark priest raised his head, looked at the dark flames on the altar, and thought of a question.
No matter how prestige and power the foreseeable Moor has, he is still a believer and priest of the Lord of Glory. He must take the will of the Lord of Glory as the first consideration.
Could it be that the Lord of Glory, before the great troubles of faith, really doesn't mind the king's swaying and getting along with others?
Thinking of this, the dark priest couldn't help but look cold, and he began to pray in a low voice.
As the prayer was praying, the air gradually filled with a bloody smell. The smell all came from the altar, and there seemed to be a blood fountain in the center, and the gurgling blood overflowed and flowed to the ground.
And in the temple of Lord of Glory, a group of people were praying and kneeling down, including the king and the prince.
"The sun and the moon are manifestations of our Lord, so both in the day and in the night are powerful and have authority."
"The glory of my Lord is purest and pure, and has no sin. The Lord has given it to the most devout believers and to those who do great good. This is a grace that transcends all treasures in the world."
"Those who martyr thee for my Lord will be resurrected in heaven, and those who spread glory for my Lord will be rewarded."
In the loud prayer, on the altar, the holy light surged like a spring, nourishing everyone in the temple and affecting tens of thousands of believers in the square.
Wu Yan looked at him intently, but saw the King Weixi kneeling on the ground.
There were countless lights on his body, and there were holy lights, but more were the spots of the power between heaven and earth. Although each spot of light, although there was only a slight light, it gathered on his body, layer after layer, as if resonating with the heaven and earth.
True King is the one who is favored by the world, and is connected with the world, and is invincible.
Only then did Wu Yan deeply understand the meaning of the True King.
Looking at the focus again, the prince also has this kind of characteristics. At any time, he always has the power attached to his body, and is unified and coordinated with the heaven and earth in an extremely harmonious form.
Suddenly, Wu Yan understood Fang Xin’s intention.
In China, such a son of heaven and earth is the emperor. Since heaven and earth care about their hearts, they naturally develop a sense of self-reliance and pride, and they cannot surrender easily.
It is really difficult for such a person to be willing to abandon himself and obey a certain god, because in his body, there is the power of heaven and earth and his own will, how can he surrender?
Or, this god has completely truly transcended the world and can make the world bend to it. Only in this way can this king retain the identity of the son of heaven and earth, and serve the gods with all their hearts.
Or, it is this king who serves the gods with his own heart and gradually loses the favor of heaven and earth
A god who does not understand this force the king to bow his knees, either the king has a strange intention and does not even have superficial obedience. Or the fate of the country and the king's aura will be greatly reduced, and he will be a fake king in the future.
On the earth, a certain nation and a certain country are in a slump and cannot recover for three thousand years
Or an empire, with its national religion, is to be destroyed
More importantly, on the entire European land, the royal power declined and the princes divided the feudals. The king was just the "representative" of the nobles rather than the actual ruler.
So, let's take a look at it
Only after the religious revolution and the Renaissance, religion no longer had a suppressive effect. The entire continent had accumulated 2,000 years of energy and suddenly exploded, and instead achieved glory for four hundred years.
Completed from the 16th century until the end of the 20th century, for a full four hundred years
This is not just her thinking, Fang Xin was listening to the prayer, but also silently thinking.
"...My Lord said, "You do My Word in the world and make My goodness. Even if no one knows it, God will know it, and it will be recorded in the roster. God has immortality, so he will not forget your achievements. Look, what I promised will be given, and today, grace is right before your eyes..."
Mour prayed loudly. When he arrived here, a ball of holy light became stronger and stronger on the altar. Finally, it was like a rising sun, slowly rising, and a female voice as pleasant as ice jade sang softly: "...Today, grace is right in front of her eyes, and blessings will last long..."
In the Holy Light, the Holy Spirit Orlen appeared, and she brought the golden divine power of the gift, which was God's blessing.
King Visi was in a trance. She was the Holy Spirit, the messenger of God, and his ancestor. She blessed herself decades ago, and decades later, she blessed her son again-the inheritance she founded will last forever.
In an instant, the king emerged with joy, melancholy, and a faint bitterness. He looked at his son, Prince Mekpis, and with tears, he welcomed God's blessing.
When the golden holy light entered the body, the heaven and earth shook, and the force burst out.
This time, not only the Lord of Light, but also responded in this way, the altars of other gods also flew into the sky in a round circle, spraying huge power downwards. This power carried countless light spots and fell from the sky like rain.
This is a blessing given by the gods.
Hundreds of thousands of people in the city ran out of the houses, bathed in the light and rain, and fell to the ground, thanking God for his grace.
After a moment, with the sun of the Lord of Light as the core, several light wheels united to form a torrent. The huge force between heaven and earth gave support. The force was cheering, jumping, and converging, expanding the miracles of the gods more than ten times in an instant, and began to clean up the entire city.
Hundreds of black light screamed in the light, those who believed in the darkness and those who accepted the power of darkness, at this time, not only violated the will of the Lord of Light, but also violated the torrent of the world's force - they struggled, some of them burst out from their mouths and noses, some of them burned themselves without fire, and some even exploded directly.
The result of the fierce competition of energy of different natures makes their lives suddenly turn into nothingness.
Underground, several dark altars suddenly shone brightly, fighting against them, trying to protect themselves, but compared with this great force, they only lasted for a few minutes before they collapsed one after another.
No matter how powerful and wise the dark priest was, at this moment, he realized that he was insignificant and turned into ashes in the holy light.
After a moment, the holy light slowly dimmed and everything returned to peace.
In April of the 98th year of the Glorious Calendar, the Holy Spirit of the King of the Kings blessed the prince, prompted the intervention of the gods and brought down miracles.
The next day, King Weixi went to the war in person with peace and unity in the military and people.
The eighteen-year-old prince holds great power in the royal capital.
Chapter completed!