In reality, stigmata is also called a holy wound, written in English as stigma, which comes from the Greek σt?γμa, which means a tattoo mark.

Stigma is considered to be a supernatural phenomenon, so it can be written as stigmas. In the history of Christianity, visions often appear on the bodies of Christians, and the phenomena displayed are the same as those during the crucifixion of Christ, and even

It is even more severe, such as a large amount of blood flowing out of the palms or head for no reason, or bleeding from the eyes. Not only are living people experiencing incomprehensible anomalies, but even inanimate statues will leave blood and tears.

magic.

There are three types of stigmata: the first is a subcutaneous bleeding point, which is caused by inadvertent bumps, intravenous injections or other reasons. The small ones are as big as sesame seeds and the larger ones are slightly larger than fingernails. This phenomenon occurs because hands and feet are places that are easily touched.

It’s not surprising. These bleeding points are all in the veins; the second type is unexplained ulcers on the local skin near the hands and feet; and the third type is the most magical. The skin on the palms of the hands will split and bleed on its own, resembling nail marks, without any pain, and will heal on its own.

, this is what Christians call the real stigmata.

The scientific community cannot explain such facts and can only acquiesce that it is an extreme religious spiritual phenomenon. However, from the perspective of the medical community, stigmata is a very rare skin disease. The specific reason why such a disease occurs is still unknown.

One of the further studies.

In "Qian Kun", "stigma" is a magic pattern similar to "proof of trial" and "shadow under the score", but only pious clergy of the Holy See can possess it. Regardless of the owner's origin, gender, age,

Once the existence of the stigmata is confirmed, the person becomes a saint.

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Jonny, the leader of the Iron Heel Knights, stood in front of Perls, showing two bright blood crosses with a strange smile. The atmosphere in the room was unprecedentedly tense.

"'Stigmata'?"

Perls suddenly smiled, as if what the other party said was just a joke: "If you really have the stigmata, then you are no longer a 'candidate saint' at this moment, but a real saint. Then, I should also call you

For Saint Jonny, don’t you think so?”

"Haha, I was just joking. These are just two old wounds that recur from time to time... You are a sociologist, and you are also very knowledgeable about religion." Jonny's smile faded a little.

"Society and religion are always inseparable." Perls raised his arm and motioned for the other party to take a good look at the room: "Look, this room is as pure as snow. Is there anything suspicious about me? Although I am

Scholar, but I do not deny the existence of God, so I cannot be casually regarded as a 'heresy'."

"That's right." Jonny handed the fruit plate to Perls very rudely (almost missing his nose), and said with a smile: "Ah, by the way, how about some fruit?"

The fruits of Orquila are truly rare—in this world."

"Thank you, I happen to be a little thirsty." Pers took the fruit plate and smiled, without losing his temper, showing his excellent self-control.

At this time, Jonny added lightly: "As for undead creatures, the filthy death air on their bodies conflicts with the vitality, and can make fresh fruits or vegetables turn black and dry——"

Bang!

The fruit plate fell from Perls' hand and fell to the ground, smashing into pieces. The fruits Viscount Carl used to entertain his guests had been cut and toothpicks inserted. The flesh of the fruit was in close contact with the ground and was no longer edible.

("That's an antique from the time of Orquila III!..." Viscount Carl was so heartbroken that he grabbed at the corner of his clothes, rumpling a good piece of clothing)

Pers snorted, shifted his gaze, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I didn't catch it properly... I wasted such a good fruit. I was a little scared when I heard about undead creatures, haha."

Just as Jonny was about to speak, the two knights had returned to him and said: "Report to the leader, the search is over, there are no suspicious items."

"Ahem!" Viscount Carl coughed heavily, put his hands behind his back, and said arrogantly and unhappily: "I have already said that my friend is a good and highly respected person and will never have anything to do with undead creatures. Jonny

Commander, I hope you can respect me, after all, this is Orquila."

"I'm very sorry, Mortal A." Jonny hesitated for a moment and apologized sincerely to Viscount Carl. However, his only expression was sincere, and the content of his apology could make people vomit blood: "I'm not good at dealing with mortals, especially like

You are a mortal who forgets things in a fleeting moment. If I offend you or your friends, please forgive me. We bid farewell."

Viscount Carl cursed in a low voice in a very unaristocratic manner, but he still had to fulfill the courtesy of his master and send the three knights away. Perls quickly closed the door, and it was only then that he noticed a layer of sweat on his back.

, which shows how much psychological pressure I just endured.

Taking out the bronze scripture from his abdomen, Perls wiped it while thinking: What is the second half of the prophecy?

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After Jonny and his two subordinates left Carl's mansion, they walked along the street toward the Investigation Department. Residents on the road cast angry and resentful looks, but the three knights continued walking naturally, as if their skin could

Automatically filter out hostile views.

A knight said to his companions: "The noble just now was very suspicious. I found a dark room behind the wall, but I couldn't find any corresponding mechanism at the moment."

"Indeed. My cross necklace was enchanted by the instructor and has the property of 'detecting evil'. It responded vaguely... and the leader's stigmata also bled!" Another knight glanced at the leader cautiously,

He boldly said: "But why did the leader say that the stigmata is invalid? It is obviously more accurate than my cross necklace..."

The previous knight lowered his voice so much that he almost couldn't hear what he said: "Maybe the leader is just excited?..."

Jonny, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "The 'scholar' just now is an undead creature, there is no mistake. Although I have not learned [eyes of kindness], the corpse smell of undead creatures can be heard across several rooms."

You can smell it... no, there is still a certain smell of sweat on the opponent's body, which means there is still a physiological reaction, and it should be a semi-dead creature."

"Captain, why didn't you catch him?" The subordinate was stunned.

Jonny shook his head, his eyes lit up with blazing holy light, and his hands were bleeding. He raised his head, as if talking to a person high in the clouds: "This is just a small fish that can't even fit between the teeth, but

If you use it to catch big fish, it’s worth looking forward to.”

"You... plan to lure out the King of the Undead?"

"That's right. As far as I know, the six new generation of undead kings are all adventurers, and they will not die easily. Don't you know that all undead adventurers are protected by a powerful being, making them more powerful than they are?

Powerful adventurers cannot attack them. This existence should be the King of the Undead among the rulers of the old era - the Eternal Emperor. Under his soul force field, all King of the Undead will not be easily attacked.

arrive."

The subordinates were confused: "The soul force field is a 'field' unique to undead creatures, but can anyone really extend the 'field' to the whole world? Not even many heroes can do it!"

"What do you think the 'ruler of the old era' is? This kind of power has already distorted the laws and is faintly contending with the world. Compared with it, 'global coverage' is simply a trivial matter. No, you won't even tell me.

Understand, after all, the 'rulers of the old era' are not ordinary information that you can access. Even if the King of the Undead is killed, he can become stronger again by absorbing the corpse, so you will never be able to defeat them. If you want to truly

To destroy the King of the Undead, we must crush their pride and take away the 'will of the King of the Undead' from them, because it is a unique, irreproducible and non-renewable proof of the King. At that time..." Jonny raised his head

His right hand licked the back of his hand like a lion licking its paw, and there was bright red blood between his teeth: "They are lower than mud, and they can no longer make big waves. Ah ah ah, I really want to kill someone, I

I really want to kill someone, I really can’t bear it for another second!!!”

He punched the subordinate next to him! The subordinate reacted in time, and just as his arms were protecting his face, he was knocked out. Only then did he avoid having his teeth smashed. A leader was

The citizen who was walking with his child only had time to push the child away, and was knocked over by the knight who suddenly appeared. He sprayed a large mouthful of blood and fell unconscious. The crowd on the street was in an uproar, and their anger continued to rise, emitting waves of irritating energy.

The smell of gunpowder.

However, the person involved was not aware of it at all. After knocking his subordinate away, Jonny took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing to an even two-second interval, and the light in his eyes disappeared. He moved his wrist, then walked forward numbly, completely turning his two

A subordinate was forgotten. "Apologise! You bastards!" People yelled angrily and threw things in their hands at him, but he didn't respond.

"Do you want my help?" The knight who was lucky enough not to be chosen by the group leader called out.

The unlucky knight jumped up and shouted: "Follow me quickly, don't let anyone bother the leader, it will be terrible if he loses control! I will deal with the aftermath here! Go quickly!" When he pressed his hand on the chest of the man who was vomiting blood, it would be terrible!

, when he cast [Holy Healing Technique], all ten of his fingers were still trembling to varying degrees.

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"The City of Waiting".

There was a speech taking place in front of a newly completed building.

During the days when Qingyi went to Fuli Villa, Master Patra took time to build the joint scientific research center. Today, when the joint scientific research center was officially put into work, Qingyi summoned his subordinates to give a speech in front of the gate. In addition to Suo

Except for Er's absence (she was depressed because of Wu Mu's death), all the subordinates were present.

"Because of Brian's suggestion..." Qingyi looked at the nominated subordinate (who only bowed slightly), then faced everyone, and said loudly: "Today, the joint scientific research center is officially established, providing a brand new platform for everyone.

.Everyone can brainstorm and let creativity and ideas collide fiercely. I believe this will further enhance our overall strength and make our future full of infinite possibilities."

Fermat shouted: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, we will cooperate!" In order to strengthen the persuasiveness of this sentence, he also hugged Streum so hard. The poor alchemist was hugged so hard that his tongue stuck out.

, just like a dog cooling off in the shade of a tree in summer.

(Xue Duo: "No cooperation? Is it 'cooperation without interruption'?...")

Facing his subordinates who were full of fighting spirit, Qingyi shook his head: "Cooperation is only secondary. I hope you can put competition with each other first. Yes, just like you and Streum, you must suppress each other no matter what."

Get past the opponent."

Fermat and Ström were dumbfounded.

Brian hummed, blue light flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand and said, "Your Majesty, why?"

"Any intelligent life has a bad nature, which is to 'want others to fail'. If you make mistakes in your work, you want to see others make mistakes; if your results are not good enough, you hope that others will not get the ranking. This is very dangerous.

Despicable, but everyone can’t help but think like this, why? Because as long as you do this, you can deceive yourself and others: Look, I am not the worst one, there are others who are just as bad as me, he has no right to criticize me!”

"This is a psychological escape and self-comfort that only the weak are worthy of. It is just a useless method of spiritual victory."

"What is teamwork? If everyone does their part well, then everything will be fine? In this case, isn't victory within easy reach? No, this is not called teamwork, it is just that everyone is fulfilling their responsibilities. As long as one person is there

If there are omissions in cooperation, he will be pessimistic and hope that other members of the team will also make omissions, so that the responsibility on his shoulders will not be so heavy. Yes, the person who made the mistake does not want to shirk responsibility, but just wants to drag others down.

That’s all.”

"The true teamwork is to go one step further and allow yourself to make up for the mistakes of others! When others make mistakes, you can't just do your part, but you have to stand up and turn the tide! Even if it is seen as arrogant,

Even if you are seen as being nosy, everyone must uphold this belief: 'I am the best! The team members are doing a good job, but because of my efforts, our performance will be several times better!' As long as this

If you think about it and do it, you will definitely bring a positive outlook and make all members work hard! You have to compete for this opportunity. Only the strongest person can lead everyone to glory!"

Qingyi paused and said, "That's all I want to say. Thank you everyone."

Brian was the first to applaud: "What you said makes sense! 'Society is like a ship, and everyone must be prepared to steer it' (Ibsen's famous saying); when everyone strives to do their best,

Is there any difficulty that cannot be overcome?!"

Qingyi gave a rare smile. Sure enough, Brian was the first person to understand.

At this moment, a Death Raven flew over. It hovered lightly for a while before landing on Qingyi's shoulder, and then whispered to Qingyi.

"Perls' identity may have been exposed. The Ironhoof Knights are indeed not a good scumbag." Qingyi said to Frankie: "Go find the blood elves and the 'Grey Tail Brotherhood'. We have to play with the trial knights."

Already."

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(Today I saw the first new notice in the "Author Zone", which warned all writers not to post non-text articles to defraud full attendance. I felt very stressed - why did it seem that the warning was completely directed at me... and said that it would not happen again in the future?

A similar situation. Despite this, I still have to say that "Ashe's New Year" is a masterpiece. In terms of structure and expression, it is better than "The Dead Man's Journey". If it is just regarded as a boring thing used to cheat the word count

, that is disrespectful to it!)

(Xue Duo: "Who wants to respect a rubbish writer like you whose monthly manuscript fee is less than one thousand and two thousand? What do you think you are so great about? You think you are righteous after writing two bad books. This kind of person has no connection with Qidian and Jinjiang

Don’t even accept it!”)
Chapter completed!