The scenery in the secret realm is endless. Although it is beautiful here, if you see too much, you will gradually become tired in your heart.
Without even looking out the window, Heathcote knew that the sunset outside must be as red as blood.
The evening view in the secret place is perfect. You can't see such a pure and beautiful sunset anywhere in the mainland.
However, any changes in the sunset scene have been stored in Heathcote's heart. He even knew that in a while, a very bright yellow would pass through the sky, and the clouds in the sky would stretch into a thin veil.
, and then under the Xun Yang, the theme composed of purple, red and yellow kept changing.
And tomorrow morning, there will be light clouds in the sky.
When the morning sun rises, the wind will wash away the clouds, giving the secret realm a clear blue sky.
Heathcote's breathing became a little heavier. In an instant, he felt that he was almost crazy!
This endless repetition turns out to be such a terrible punishment!
He deeply missed those days of fighting on the mainland.
The continent is incomplete, and nowhere can the scenery be more magnificent than the secret realm.
However, the mainland is even more unknown.
Heathcote could watch the sunset and moonrise with anticipation, watch the wind blow through the trees, but he could not predict the changes at the next moment.
For the Son, every unknown change is so exciting.
Just as I remembered, a breathtakingly beautiful bright yellow flashed past the window.
But such beautiful scenery, in Siscott's unique eyes, was just like a spark, enough to ignite all the anger in his heart.
Heathcote's fists clenched unconsciously.
"Hiscott, your heart is restless. This is not a good thing."
The voice was old, weak, and intermittent, but in the ears of the Holy Son, it was like a thunder!
In front of this thunder, the world was completely silent, so silent that there was no sound!
The Holy Son was horrified and frightened. He hurriedly suppressed the turbulent annoyance in his heart and said respectfully:
"I don't know what's going on. I've lost all my patience recently and it's becoming more and more unbearable for me to repeat the endless repetitions. But don't worry, I will overcome the emotional fluctuations. This body has already been conquered by me. No matter what,
It will cause no trouble to me in the future.”
The sunset filtered through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, softly falling on the Pope. He was almost half-lying in a high-backed chair, looking a little languid.
At this moment, it seems that this old man who almost holds the highest authority in the entire continent is no different from the old people in the southern seaside towns who sit in front of their homes in the evening and quietly enjoy the sunset.
Just like the twilight, they waited peacefully and calmly for the arrival of the night.
"Beautiful things are still beautiful no matter how many times they are repeated. Heathcote, your irritability is not because of your body, but because your mind has changed."
In the deepest part of Heathcote's soul, a chill slowly spread, it was bone-chilling! His voice was still calm, and he said: "Your Majesty the Pope, I don't understand what you mean."
The Pope moved his body. Even such a simple movement made him breathe heavily, so his words were a little sporadic:
"Hiscott, your fate has been determined from the day you were reincarnated in this plane. The difference is just sooner or later."
Heathcote said respectfully:
"Yes, whether we are reincarnated or descended, our bodies are all marked with traces of this plane.
Therefore, when the Day of Judgment arrives, we will also be washed away from our mark, restored to our original energy, and returned to the glory of Heavenly Mountain.
Angels are servants of the gods. This is our destiny and our glory."
"Glory..."
The Pope sighed lowly and said slowly: "Every existence has a different understanding of glory. It seems that your belief in glory is changing!"
This time Heathcote remained silent, his fingertips trembled a little, which was completely unimaginable for the powerful Holy Son.
However, the waves in his heart were too fierce and had already shattered all his defenses. How could he care about controlling his external body?
what to do?
Heathcote asked himself repeatedly, and in his mind, the questions soon turned into shouts!
Take action?
He was asking himself again.
But the answer is very obvious. The pope who can freely use the great prophecy is the incarnation of the Lord God in the world, and the glory of angels comes from the gods.
Once Heathcote takes action, the Pope who seems likely to sleep at any time may be able to strip away all the glory from him with a little thought.
Just like Lilith, the lake fairy who was the original deity back then.
Heathcote suddenly felt helpless in his heart. He dejectedly loosened his hand that he had unconsciously clenched and said calmly:
"Yes, Your Majesty, I am confused, annoyed and even afraid, all because my concept of glory may have changed. I know that I am turning my back on the gods. You can punish me. I am willing to return to Heaven Mountain."
The Pope smiled, and the laughter triggered another violent cough. After the wheezing subsided slightly, he said:
"Punishment? The Day of Judgment is coming. Punishment or reward, that is the right of the gods. All we can do is choose and wait.
Heathcote, choice is a right and a courage, you go ahead, we don't need to do it now, you just have some time, you can think about it by yourself."
Heathcote agreed in a deep voice, turned around and left the papal prayer room.
The moment he opened the door, his hand paused.
Heathcote suddenly discovered that thinking was the least he had done since he came to this plane.
The door opened.
It was not opened by Hescott, it opened by itself, and what appeared behind the door was Iros.
At this moment, Heathcote and Iros looked at each other.
It's just that the two of them were indifferent to each other's existence. They didn't greet each other, didn't even say hello, and just passed each other by.
Those who are inside the door go out, and those who are outside the door come in.
The door of the prayer room was closed, and Heathcote was the only one left in the deep corridor. The sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the empty Great Temple of Light. At this moment, Heathcote suddenly had an illusion.
It seemed like he was the only one left in the world.
An inexplicable emotion arose in the heart of the Holy Son, that of loneliness and hesitation.
At this time, he recalled the calmness, determination and persistence he saw in Iros's eyes when he just met him.
That's something he doesn't have.
The Holy Son quickened his pace and quickly left this unbearable corridor.
The entire prayer room was illuminated red by the sunset, and Iros stood beside the Pope. The old man and the young man just watched the sunset quietly, until half a red sun quietly sank into the distant mountains.
The Pope stared at the last afterglow on the horizon and asked slowly: "Did you just give up on her salvation?"
Iros said: "Compared with the redemption in Paradise Mountain, I think this ending is more suitable for her."
"But this opportunity is very rare! You destroyed the God of War's mission in the dark demon world in exchange for a chance for Isaac's redemption. I think you must be very clear about the price. If you just give up like this
, isn’t it such a pity?”
Iros said calmly: "Of course I know the price. With this action, I have actually betrayed Heavenly Mountain and the glory of the God of War, so I will definitely be destroyed.
And I have the brilliance personally given by the God of Light. No matter where I escape, I can't escape the pursuit of Heavenly Mountain, but as long as I can remove the shackles from her body, that will be fine.
I think the price is worth it!"
The afterglow gradually dissipated, and the prayer room became dim.
After a long time, the Pope in the darkness broke the silence in the prayer room and said:
"Elos, you have indeed betrayed the glory of Paradise Mountain and committed a great sin, but this is not irreversible. Your piety is very clear to the God of Light. If you can have the help of the God of Redemption, then your
Sin can be cleansed and you can still be saved."
Iros was silent for a while and then said: "No need."
"This is your last chance."
Iros smiled and said: "I know, but I also know that Lilith is very proud and will definitely not want to see me existing under the glory of Heaven Mountain. Although she can't come back now, she originally wanted to
I will do all the things for her."
After saying that, Iros turned around and walked towards the prayer room.
"where are you going?"
"Central Mountains."
In the darkness, the Pope slowly turned his head, looked at the quietly closed door, sighed heavily, and said to himself:
"This child is becoming more and more like his father Handel...".