Soshiyang was still fighting the previous second, but the next second, he found himself in a strange space.
He first touched his chest without finding any problems. The sword just now was so real...
Suddenly, Soshiyang realized that his face was wet. When he raised his head, he saw a boundless dark night with lightning suddenly torn apart, and heavy rain hit him.
Soshiyan was a little confused about the situation, but a building ahead attracted his attention.
It was a church, except for its high roof, it had almost no decoration, it looked quite simple, and it did not have the various signs commonly found in the Imperial Church.
With some curiosity, Soshiyan walked forward and pushed open the door of the cathedral.
The moment the door was opened, the strong wind swept through the originally dry ground with raindrops, stirring up the curtains.
There is nothing unique inside the church. On both sides of the main hall are benches, and next to the hall is an altar covered by broken curtains. The stairs on the north and south sides of the hall can reach the corridor. The extension hall seat forms a wide corridor, which is also the first part of Soshiyang's entry into the church.
"Is anyone?"
Soshiyang greeted him softly, but there was no response, only the occasional crackling sound of the candles when they burned and the roar of the storm outside.
He turned around and closed the door, and then the crazy world disappeared.
After a careful glance around, Soshiyan saw old objects and symbols that he did not recognize. Perhaps some local sects of the state religion, such as the person who was crucified on it, were probably the symbols of a certain sect that believed in martyred saints.
When he raised his head, Soshiyang saw the roof full of a series of wide panels, each depicting different scenes, the most attractive thing was the battle scene of a golden knight and a silver dragon. Putting aside the influence of time and unstable light sources, the vivid tones and agile structure in the painting really made Soshiyang amazed.
At this time, Soshiyan noticed that there seemed to be a line of words engraved on the main beam, but it was not the Gao Gothic language he was familiar with, but it was very similar.
"Thunder...Stone..."
"Do you go to church often, Soshiyan."
A voice made Soshiyang drop his head suddenly.
The man who claimed to be a confusing man was standing in front of the altar of the church. On the altar was a bronze timer with broken glass and a thick leather book, surrounded by six unlit candles.
“What does faith mean to you?”
He asked softly, lit each candle, bringing a warm light.
“I will only go when I meditate.”
"So what do you meditate?"
"oath."
"The oath is the value of my life."
"Then what can you get from it?"
"Stranquility and courage."
"Why can oaths give you peace and courage?"
Suo Shiyang was speechless.
After extinguishing the matches in his hand, the other party turned around and looked at him. The golden mask showed a little warm color under the candlelight, which was not as cold as before.
"So, you just want a moment of peace, faith and vows are just means, and your courage is only supported by these."
"No, they are my goal."
"So can your goal be exchanged for your peace?"
"this--"
"So now I'll ask this question, why are your voice always full of confusion?"
Soshiyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"I don't... maybe."
For some reason, when talking to the other party, Soshiyang always felt that he was an insect specimen nailed to a wooden board and was being dissected and studied.
In order to regain the initiative, he took a step forward and said in a deep voice:
"Doesn't you have something to do with the Emperor?"
"Emperor."
The man shrugged.
"Who is the Emperor?"
"What?"
"You said you believe in the Emperor, right?"
"That is the faith of all mankind."
"Who is the Emperor?"
"The Emperor...is..."
When Soshiyan encountered this question for the first time, he wandered for a long time but could not answer the other party.
Then, the other party answered on his behalf.
"It's your faith."
“My…faith…”
Soshiyang blinked, his thoughts were a little confused for a moment, and he felt as if something was leaving him unconsciously.
"So you have two completely different levels in your heart. One is you, you are aware, a witness, and the other is the part observed by others, imagination, and a shaper. The problem is that you can no longer prove both of them."
"Are you still you?"
Soshiyang blinked, his consciousness was now very blurred, and even his vision became a little blurred.
"Why... not?"
"But you can't understand which you are talking about, is it the "you" that is really discussed in this question? Is it today's you? You a year ago? Or you a year later? And what time does the "yes" in your mouth mean? Do you refer to today's you? You in this hour? Or is it only this second in front of you? And which part of you is the real "you"? Your body? Your thoughts and emotions? Or the actual actions you have made?"
"I...I'm not a philosopher and can't answer..."
What is he going to do here?
Suddenly, the thunder that had disappeared for a long time suddenly rang out, and Soshiyang shook and broke free from the vortex of his thinking.
The confused person looked up at the window and then sighed:
"Forget it, the time has not come."
As he said that, he turned around.
"Since you don't even know who he is, why do you believe in him? And think I'm related to him."
But Soshyan decided not to follow the other party's words and continue.
"Whatever your purpose is to bring me here, whether you have something to do with the Emperor or not! I have no interest in debate with you."
"I'm interested, I hope you're making a decision after listening to a story."
"What story?"
"A long time ago, people on the earth were invaded by floods and wild beasts. In order to live, they prayed to the gods and offered their livestock and children regularly for peace. However, there was a man who believed that there was no reason to place the fate of the future and future generations on the impermanent gods, so he called on people to use bricks as stones and stone paint as plaster to build an eternal city and a giant tower of heaven, so that mankind could have a common but safe home."
"............ Because everyone has a common language and works together, the city has been built with prosperity and beautiful, and the towers are soaring into the sky. People live a good life and no longer have to worry about floods, wild beasts, and impermanent gods. But the gods have not stopped. They have changed people's original common language, causing them to alienate and fight because of language barriers. In the end, their homes are burned down in the war, and the towers have collapsed. People can only survive like wild animals on the ruins of their former homeland and continue to dedicate their livestock and children to the gods."
"... The man who proposed that he finally realized the problem when he saw people falling to this point. He summoned people who believed in him and began to change the world, first unified people's language again, and then culture. When a group without barriers appeared again, he began to build a grand again. This time the giant tower he was going to build was even more magnificent and huge than before. He wanted to reach the place where the gods lived. He wanted to pull the gods from the heavens so that they could no longer invade the world."
"... His plan went smoothly. People built giant towers one by one, and were getting closer and closer to the realm of the gods. At this time, they had a new plan. They began to spread faith in the world, give part of their power to mortals, and gave many miracles. When the first believer was born, they told him that this giant tower was the source of sin and the devil's plan. They must find ways to destroy it... Believers changed from one to one hundred, one hundred to one thousand. Believers began to use inferior materials to replace the original materials and began to dig holes in the foundation of the giant tower. At first, all this was not eye-catching, but when the giant tower was about to be completed, its rippled foundation could no longer hold on and collapsed..."
"...The god's plan was successful, the collapsed giant tower almost destroyed the city, and the surviving people became believers, digging holes in the ruins to live the life of primitive people, forgetting the prosperity and progress of the past, and still placing the future on the nihilistic gods."