Chapter 757 There’s always someone who can’t sleep peacefully
Lin Yunxue, Lu Ze.
As the parties involved in today's East China Sea incident, we have entered into our respective dreams.
Whether a dream is good or bad depends solely on whether the dream can adapt to the mood of the sleeper.
But if there is no sleep, then dreams become a luxury.
For the two major organizations, Sheng Yao Church and Xiu Snake, it is destined that some people will not be able to sleep today.
【Facial as golden paper!】
A young man with black hair and blue eyes trembled in his heart.
Neon Kyoto, beside the Kono River, the endless river water nourishes the cherry blossoms on both sides.
A classical church decorated with colored glass is located inside, and the small spire building does not look out of place here.
This young man is called Saki Takeuchi. His mother is a native of Kyoto, and his father is from Portugal on the Iberian Peninsula.
His greatest achievement in this life was to further his father's clergy status and become a missionary of the Sheng Yao Church in Neon.
Serving the Lord is a supreme honor.
I will recite this sentence in my heart more than a hundred times every day.
But when Takeuchi Saki saw the miserable condition of Gru Wiseman, his mood was completely confused.
Lord Gru Wiseman...is the cardinal of the church.
This is a person of great ability who can incarnate into the Holy Light and travel freely over Kyoto and in the fog.
The neon believers have developed rapidly in recent years, which is definitely inseparable from Mr. Gru Wiseman.
But now, what do you see?
The red civilian clothes of the clergy that Gru Wiseman was wearing turned into pieces hanging on his body, and his whole body was dying.
Face as golden as paper!
This is the first time Takeuchi Saki has understood this Xia Kingdom idiom so clearly.
Look at Mr. Gru Wiseman's face. It is a color that seems to come out from across the face, with a dead air, yellow or green.
The Lord Bishop was breathing heavily, but it seemed that every breath he took was signaling a countdown, and even the taste in his mouth was the breath of death.
Takeuchi Saki felt his soul tremble because the scene in front of him greatly impacted his world view.
Has the all-powerful Lord Gru Wiseman gone to sea to challenge those equally powerful fog beasts?
He even saw fear in the bishop's eyes.
For several hours, the bishop sat languidly behind the statue of Sheng Yao, looking at the classical church as blankly as a lovelorn young man.
It's a pity that there is no sunny doll hanging under the eaves of the church, otherwise I would definitely take it off and give it to the bishop, which would definitely drive away the bad luck.
"Takeuchi." Gru Wiseman finally spoke, but the hoarse voice startled Takeuchi Saki.
Why are you so weak and old?
"Your Majesty the Bishop." Takeuchi Saki walked over respectfully and bowed his head in greeting.
"Hel me...to the first confessional of the church."
Takeuchi Saki suppressed the fear in her heart, lowered her head and walked over to help Gru Wiseman up.
When he lifted up the gloomy-looking Privy Councilor, he was shocked to find that the all-powerful Lord Wiseman weighed so little.
Weighing less than 50kg?
With such light weight, it is hard to believe that this is an adult Western man.
"The church...is open as usual...you are in charge." Even speaking has become a luxury for Gru Wiseman.
"My Lord Bishop, your body..." Saki Takeuchi was in a state of confusion.
He was once proud to see the Holy Light, but now he suddenly realized that the Holy Light was nothing more than that.
His belief in the Lord was somewhat shaken, which made him feel extremely guilty and guilty.
"The Lord doesn't want to meet me in heaven yet." After Gru Wiseman finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.
After Takeuchi Saki helped him to the first confession room, he confirmed again and again that it was correct before closing the door and leaving.
When Saki Takeuchi left, Gru Wiseman opened his eyes. His face was still the pale color of neither yellow nor green, and his pupils were dim gold.
The divine luster on his body is passing away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But he still raised his hand and made a move.
The Bible book appeared without any warning and was flipping madly in front of him.
The cracked golden light escaped from it, turned into the thunder and lightning of the Nordic gods, and shot towards the door of the confessional.
Golden light intertwined layer after layer, until the entire plane was rendered golden, Gru Wiseman finally felt at ease.
Then he held the Bible book with several pages forcibly torn out in both hands, and fell heavily to the ground.
Looking up at the ceiling decorated with colored glass, Gru Wiseman murmured.
"The greatest enemy of the gods has appeared."
"That is not the power of a mortal... He is full of sin..."
"The Lord is merciful, but cannot forgive."
The room was obviously empty, but Gru Wiseman seemed to be really communicating with people.
The distant Nordic country of Thousand Islands is surrounded by ice and snow.
Six bishops in red robes sat around a long table.
A string of crosses hangs in front of each of them.
It's just different from the traditional crucifixion reliefs. Their crosses are also engraved with shining stars, just like their beliefs.
The faces of the six cardinals wearing cloaks could not be seen clearly, and if anyone was present, they probably wouldn't care about their looks.
Because everyone’s attention will be attracted to the Bible book that is automatically turned in front of these six people.
Intermittent sounds came.
It was the voice coming from Gru Wiseman in the distant neon.
There was a candle burning on the long table, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of dripping wax could be heard.
five minutes.
For five full minutes, Gru Wiseman finally finished his words.
Then everyone's Bible book automatically closes.
The distant sound dissipated in the air.
"Threat of death." The leader spoke.
"The devil is whispering." the second person spat out.
"Sin in the world remains."
"Glory will surely shine."
…
The six people spoke in turn, then stood up in unison and left in six directions.
However, when the six Privy Councilors had just taken five steps, the Bible books they held in their hands suddenly began to shake violently.
It seemed as if something sealed was about to break out.
The six people raised their heads suddenly, their golden pupils with divine brilliance lighting up in the darkness.
"How dare sin be so unbridled here."
Like the whispers of gods, unintelligible languages sounded between the lips and teeth.
The six people's eyes were focused in one direction.
On the northeast roof of the church, a small snake with red light is swimming.
The leader, who was originally walking in the front, spread out the five fingers of his left hand.
The golden books were turning rapidly.
The thunder symbol representing divine punishment appeared. The bishop raised the talisman with three fingers of his right hand and gently swung it forward.
The small red snake that was swimming was instantly turned into powder.
When it died, a shrill cry could be heard faintly.
"One of the tenets of Snake Cultivator is called the cycle of heaven and retribution."
The pure Eastern Xia Mandarin bloomed gently when the little snake died.
The golden flames in the six pairs of pupils trembled simultaneously for a moment.
