Chapter 275 On the Winter Solstice, the Son of God
Jersey City, a park near the river bend.
Jima was sitting on the swing board dullly, her legs unconsciously stepping lightly, and her body was floating up and down in the air like a leaf.
“Why do adults always know what is good, while children always make mistakes in whatever they do?”
Remembering what her mother had scolded her just now, Gemma was very eager to grow up quickly.
When she can live independently, she can do what she wants to do.
The sun sets and the sky becomes dark. The sea surface not far away is no longer sparkling, reflecting the fine light like goldfish scales. Instead, there is a thick mist, making the empty park even darker and gloomier.
It's a little scary, but she likes it here.
At least, in the park, she didn’t have to listen to Elder Martin preaching about the glory of God and cleansing away the filth of Satan.
There is no need to be forced by parents to watch the promotional video of the Pyramid Prayer.
Gemma misses Uncle John very much.
He never forced her to believe in religion, or to listen to prayers or watch any church promotional videos. He would hold her and shout, "Let God lick the soles of my feet."
“Well, if a freak comes and takes me away right now, Mom and Dad will definitely call him, right? Uncle John always”
“Hi, are you alone?”
The girl's greeting suddenly came from behind, almost scaring Gemma so much that she fell off the swing.
“Why are you so sneaky and standing behind me? You almost scared me to death.”
Looking back, Gemma complained loudly when she saw three girls about her age.
The three girls are very cute, one is a black child, one has red hair, and one has yellow hair. They look very kind.
But Gemma is also a little confused. It has been six years since her family moved to Jersey City with Uncle John.
I have lived here for six years, but I have never seen these three girls around.
“It’s so late, why are you here alone?” said the yellow-haired girl.
“What’s your name?” the red-haired girl asked.
“My name is Gemma Masters.”
Jemma felt their eyes flickering back and forth over her body.
“Aren’t you afraid that your family will be worried?” the black girl asked.
“You are not the same.” Gemma said.
“Do you live near here?” the black girl asked again.
“Oh, my parents are too domineering, so I ran out because I couldn’t stand it.”
For some reason, she obviously felt that the three girls were a little strange, but when she met their soft gazes, Gemma couldn't help but feel friendly and spoke out her complaints endlessly.
“Our home is also nearby.” The black girl smiled.
“Do you want to come together? We can do whatever we want.” The red-haired girl smiled.
“As long as he agrees.” The yellow-haired girl smiled.
“Who is he?” Gemma asked confusedly.
“We married him and lived in his house.” The black girl laughed.
“Marriage? How old are you?” Gemma said in surprise.
“But we are married, and now we can do whatever we want.” The red-haired girl smiled.
“His house is wonderful, the neatest place in the world.
He will also give us many gifts." said the yellow-haired girl.
“You can also marry him.” The black girl smiled.
Hearing about getting married, Gemma was a little shy, but couldn't help but look forward to it, "It sounds great, but is he really willing to marry me?"
“I don’t know either, but you can come with us to the house and have a look.” The black girl suggested with a smile.
“Okay.” Gemma agreed with a smile.
At this time, the smiles on the faces of the four girls were almost printed from the same mold, kind, sweet, but empty.
They took Gemma all the way out of the park and came to a decaying villa in the woods by the sea a few streets away.
The house is very old, dirty and messy.
It is tens of thousands of miles away from the “neatest place in the world”.
But little Gemma didn't care about this at this time, she was fully looking forward to the next wedding.
They helped her put on her holy white wedding dress and reminded her that it might hurt a little when he put the wedding ring on her.
They also opened their collars, allowing her to see their wedding rings, which had a deep strangle mark on their necks, as if they had been cut off.
Then she saw him.
The man who was about to become her husband was so tall, almost as tall as two of her.
His smell was so good that she was intoxicated.
He took her to the auditorium, stood in front of the cross, and asked: "Gemma, will you marry me?"
“Yes,” she said shyly.
“My Master,” he shouted, facing the image of the cross with outstretched arms, “Guardian of abandoned souls, protector of the damned, we implore you to witness this union today.”
After a long prayer, he took down a chopstick-thick hemp rope from the statue's tribute stand, looped it around Jima's slender neck, and slowly tightened it.
“Can you tell, it’s some bastard’s sacrifice ceremony?”
Suddenly, a lazy and charming female voice appeared in the strangely quiet hall.
“Who?” He turned his head suddenly and used strength with both hands, trying to complete the last step of the ceremony immediately.
The sound of a python slithering around him sounded, and then a cold, pliable touch crawled onto his skin.
He tried his best, but could not move.
“Its prayers were very cautious, and the identity of the other party was deliberately concealed.” came the sonorous and powerful voice of the priest.
“Who are you?” He finally saw them clearly.
A priest in a golden robe, a tall nun in a white nun's uniform, and a red-haired woman in a green sexy suspender skirt.
They walked out of the shadows, and on the other side of the shadows, there seemed to be a car?
No, it’s not a car, it’s an airship.
He knew who was coming.
"Witch Harley, the Legion of Eternal Punishment is doing something, do you dare to interfere?"
The white-robed nun took a few steps forward, pulled off the hemp rope around Gemma's neck, took out the silver baseball bat from her waist, and gently hit the girl's head.
“Boom!”
“Ouch!” Jima’s confused eyes, which seemed to be flying with excitement, became clear in an instant.
“Ah, Sister Harley, you, why are you and why am I here?”
She was pleasantly surprised when she recognized the identity of the person opposite her, but when she saw the tattered wedding dress on her body that smelled of mold and rotten flesh, she couldn't help but become frightened.
She vaguely recalled something.
“Oh God, I, I’m crazy, I want to get married?! I was wrong, I shouldn’t have run out of the house alone, and I shouldn’t have been with strangers,” little Gemma cried and confessed.
Ivy hooked her fingers, and the vines held up her small body, quickly moving away from the altar and "him".
A red flower bud bloomed, sprinkling red pollen on Gemma's body. She sobbed a few times, closed her eyes, and made a cute snoring sound from her nose.
“Who is your boss?”
Sister Harley tapped the stick with a gentle smile.
The strong man struggled hard, but was tightly bound by the cane, "Traitor, I will not give in."
“Boom!” Harley gave him a stick directly.
“Ouch!” The strong man let out an inhuman cry. The forehead hit by the baseball bat felt as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured on him, and his skin was charred and smoking.
“After soaking in the holy spring, the effect is indeed much stronger.” Harry turned back to the priest and said.
After saying this, she hit him on the head with a stick.
"呲呲岲" Thick smoke billowed, sparks shot out, and the burnt human skin curled up, revealing the scaly black demon skin inside.
The flame does not burn inward from where it is struck, but from the inside out.
The flames burned inside the demon's body, scorching the demon's scales, and then ignited the outermost layer of human skin.
“No, don’t hit me, Granny Witch, don’t hit me, I told you!” the human-skinned demon wailed.
“Boom!” Harley gave it another hard blow, which only made its orifices burst into flames and its whole head lit up.
“You still dare to humiliate me by calling me a ‘witch’ when you see me wearing a nun’s uniform?”
“Grandma Saint, spare your life!” The devil’s head was almost cooked.
Compared with physical injuries, the trauma to the soul is greater.
“Who is your boss?” Harley asked.
“Your old acquaintance, Nergal.”
“It turns out to be it”
Harry asked curiously: "How did a third-class Duke of Nergal survive the gaze of Little Black Bean?"
“This ‘stick demon’ doesn’t have a title yet.” Carlisle reminded: “There are more than tens of millions of demons in hell, but the three lines of defense back then totaled less than two million.”
The demon said: "Every first fallen person and every demon king is like a king, with countless subjects.
Before the giant beasts broke through hell, they took their demonic people to avoid it."
“No wonder the devils on the defense line immediately turned against the enemy in large numbers as soon as Little Black Bean showed up.”
Harry smiled sarcastically and asked: "There have been frequent supernatural incidents recently. Is it your Eternal Punishment Legion that is causing trouble?"
The kidnapping of Zha Kang’s niece Jima is not a special case.
After the Little Black Bean incident, people on earth managed to live a peaceful life for four or five years. However, starting two years ago, various supernatural crimes began to appear again around the world.
It is almost the same as what the wizarding group did back then.
“The winter solstice is coming soon.” The devil said vaguely.
"It's only July, the winter solstice," Harry said halfway, and suddenly had an idea, "For the coming of the Holy Son?"
The awakening of the little black bean is neither the beginning nor the end.
About 92 years, the main universe merged with another alien universe, causing the multiverse to violently oscillate, and the little black bean outside the high wall woke up from its slumber.
Before Little Black Bean jumped out of the Sunless Sea, Hell dug out a stone tablet with a prophecy written on it.
roughly speaking, on the day of the winter solstice (the day of the birth of Jesus), the union of the natural and the supernatural ushered in childbirth, giving birth to the Son who had the mission of calming the chaos of the elements.
At first, Harley only thought that the elements were chaotic and came from the shock of the multiverse.
Not only her, but the demons and mages also think so.
When the Little Black Bean incident was over, Harry was sure that they had all gone wrong.
The multiverse is in turmoil, and the little black bean is marching down hell, which has indeed caused great chaos in the elements of magic. It is like a calm pool. A giant jumps in to take a bath, and the water ripples, and the clear water becomes turbid, and even the sludge on the giant's body falls.
Need to calm unrest and clean water quality.
But the mission of the Son is much more than that.
When the big black hand of Little Black Bean is held together with the big golden hand of God, and the black and white Tai Chi diagram evolves, the nature of the magic elements changes.
It’s not that the water in the pool has become dirty, but that the water has become “oil.” Well, water has become oil, which is not quite appropriate, because the change is not that big.
Simply put, before Little Black Bean "shakes hands" with God, both the elements of hell and the elements of heaven are version 1.0. After shaking hands, both evolve to version 2.0.
God is evolving.
Little black beans make Him more “complete”.
The mission of the Holy Son is not only to make the "Magic Element Pool" calm and clear again, but also to make the evolved 2.0 version of the elements of heaven and hell consistent with the entire multiverse, and even bigger things will happen. Harley doesn't know
The change.
The multiverse is hardware, while the magical elements of hell and heaven are software. Now that the software is being upgraded, it may not be perfectly compatible with the hardware.
Moreover, new software may also make the hardware more efficient?
The mission of the Son is roughly like this.
“That’s right, the predicted winter is coming soon, at the end of December this year.” The devil said.