Chapter 210 The advent of silence (77): Banquet (Part 2)
"What are they doing? Is it a ceremony?" Laite frowned and asked in confusion.
"Brother Laite." Feng did not answer directly, but stood behind Laite and asked close to his neck:
“Have you ever heard of the ‘Vespers of Lalaya’?”
"'Lalaye's Evening Prayer'? What is that? Is it related to 'Lalaye's Dream'?" Laite asked in confusion.
"It seems that you don't know anything about the things of the old gods? I don't blame you for this. After all, the education received by human soldiers has always belonged to the steam world, and the city of Socra is very resistant to magic. Brother, today I have
I have told you too many stories about magic and history, 'Lalaya's Evening Prayer', you need to experience and understand it yourself." Feng said, raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange smile.
"You...understand? How can it help me?" Laite blurted out.
"What you understand will eventually belong to you; what you are taught will eventually drift away with the clouds and smoke. Wise people will always try to dig out, and only stupid sad people will hope that the holy light will shine on the world." Feng recited in an affectionate tone.
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"Is it a sentence in the Holy Word? Or is it the Secret Code?" Laite recalled the language with a similar structure he heard in the Migov Church and in the camp in Donusk's Area B, and tilted his head to ask.
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But the wind did not answer Laite, instead there was a clear and sharp whistle.
"Listen, brother Laite, the whistle is starting to sound, and the distant souls are about to return to the harbor. The ceremony has begun, and the banquet has also begun." Feng whispered.
Laite turned around to look, and Feng's green eyes wrapped in white seemed to be expanding, trying to break through the shackles of the eye sockets, following the sound of the whistle into the distance.
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"This... what on earth is..."
Before Laite could finish speaking, Feng stretched out his white palm and put it against Laite's mouth.
"The ritual is to summon the souls of the Lost who died in the war, and the banquet is prepared for you. Brother Laite, as a newly promoted Lost, is about to touch the stage 5: the existence of pain, you need to be nourished."
As the wind was talking, the melodious and loud whistle sounded again.
When Laite took a closer look, he did not see any steam machinery products in the huge palace hall, nor did he feel any unexpected fluctuations in magic power.
In other words, those whistles did not come from the items in the palace, nor were they the product of magic, but... but came from the open mouths of the thirteen nuns!
Seeing this, Laite was speechless for a moment. At this moment, he couldn't describe his mood in words. He just felt that his body and spirit were unusually heavy, as if he was carrying a huge boulder that could never be transported to the top of the mountain, and yet he was in another world.
In the red, hot lava.
As the sounds from the nuns' throats turned into the calls of various birds and beasts, Laite felt as if his legs had been poured into lead water and entangled with iron vines, unable to move an inch.
Passively, Laite could only watch hard and attentively like the wind beside him who stared at the "consciousness" with wide eyes.
After what seemed like an extremely long time, the nuns' throats finally stopped emitting the unpleasant and strange chirping sounds, and were replaced by gentle singing sounds.
"Go home! Go home!" The nuns sang in unison, looking up at the top of the exceptionally bright hall:
"The flying soul, the body with nowhere to bury."
"Silent heart, mottled body."
"Your time is frozen in the magnificent city."
"Freeze on the dry sandbank."
"Freeze on the icy peaks."
"Fixed in the scorched earth."
"I pray that there will be no more wars in the world, and that the god of peace will come to the world."
"May the warm sun dispel the long night, and may the cold nightmare disappear."
"I am no longer confused, and you are no longer confused."
"From now on, we abandon the dark night and enter the embrace of the goddess of light."
"I am willing to spy on hypocrisy, and I am willing to listen to the truth."
"Under the shining of light, you and I will shine again!"
As the first verse was recited, the nuns dressed in pure white clothing, like flowers representing sacrifices, stopped kneeling, stood up, and raised their hands upwards, shaking violently uncontrollably.
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Immediately afterwards, they began to walk around the square pool, and the positions of their hands began to emit wisps of blue silk thread-like magic power.
Two or three seconds later, they continued to sing the second verse of the poem, but Laite heard clearly that it was just a simple repetition of the first verse.
Feng, who had been observing the "summoning" ceremony attentively just now, let out a muttering of unknown meaning in his throat. Then, he turned his head and asked Laite abruptly in a hoarse voice:
"Brother, do you believe in the existence of souls?"
The soul? Of course it does not exist! As a materialistic young man who has received twenty years of education, of course he will not believe in these idealistic things! But this is a world in the wasteland, and the world itself is mysterious enough.
, magic, monsters, gods and extraordinary things themselves are things that do not exist in the original world... In this case, the soul... maybe really exists?
Laite was thinking this way, and unconsciously held his chin with his right hand and responded:
"I'm not sure...or rather, I don't want to believe it exists."
"Has any of your close friends died?" Feng asked directly.
"Good friends? Of course." Laite showed a bitter smile, recalling the encounter with Moros at Outpost A of Silent Highlands.
He is really a mysterious man. It seems that the relationship between him and Brett becomes more and more unusual as it develops. His ancestors are from the old Crusted Empire, he is also a battlefield inspector, and a member of various strange organizations. Although he has always been a non-staff member,
As for the staff, they have almost become regular employees in the end.
He also seems to have control over some dark magic power, and seems to have an extremely deep understanding of professions, sequential monsters, and sequential gods.
But he still chose to die together with the "Hope Sandworm" for me, Brett and Miyu, using the "Cave of Dark Words", the ultimate product of "Dark Words".
As he thought about it in his mind and listened to the poem that seemed to penetrate his soul, Laite suddenly felt a soreness in his nose, and tears began to flow down his cheeks uncontrollably.
"Are you crying?" Feng asked. This sentence was not mixed with any expression and seemed very calm.
"Of course." Laite did not deny it, but stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, "I thought of Moros. In order to protect me... we chose death."
"Well, it's indeed worth being sad and crying." Feng said with a slightly trembling voice:
"Ever since I regained my memory in the 'front camp', I have been in sadness and pain all the time. I don't remember how many desperate times I spent, nor how many compatriots died in front of me. But Even so, I still firmly believe..."
"Which point?" Lite asked.
"Existence without soul, existence without soul."
The first half of Feng's sentence sounded very high-pitched, but the repeated second half seemed particularly lonely.
After a brief moment of thought, Laite thought of a classic quote about simple materialism he had learned in the previous world, and blurted out:
"If the form exists, the spirit will exist; if the form disappears, the spirit will disappear."
"Is it the language of the Fire Empire?" Feng turned around and asked in confusion.
After being stunned for a moment, Laite realized that what he just said out of emotion was "Chinese". It seemed that in this world, the structure and pronunciation of "Chinese" had many similarities with the Fire Empire in the east.
After coming to his senses, Laite explained again in Zine Empire language:
"If the body exists, then the spirit and consciousness can exist; if the body dies, the spirit and consciousness will disappear."
"Actually, I don't believe in the existence of souls, nor do I believe in the existence of past and afterlife. Death is death, simple death. Dead humans will not be resurrected. They have disappeared from this world forever. However, except for heroes, they are worthy Being remembered can be regarded as 'rebirth' or 'eternal life' in another sense."
"It seems we have the same idea, brother." Feng nodded and said:
"Only by living in the present and looking towards the future can we find hope and find the possibility of breaking through difficulties. Listen, the poem has been sung to the last few lines. I have heard this poem, it is "Gulji"'s " "Return". His Majesty the Pope told me yesterday that as soon as you wake up, prepare the ceremony and your banquet immediately."
"We can't wait any longer. The war situation is so urgent that we must enter the realm of the gods. And your power, especially the red magic source power, is not mature enough after all, so now is the final supplement to your power, as well as the catalyst .”
Laite originally wanted to ask Feng about the specific meaning of "supplement" and "catalysis", but as the poem was completely recited, he heard the harsh whistle again.
Looking up, the thirteen nuns were standing upright around the pool, their eyes were wide open, and bright red liquid was flowing from the corners of their mouths.
At the same time, their hands were twisted outward in extremely complex postures, while their bodies were thrust forward forcefully.
If you look closely, it looks like someone is tying them up from behind, causing their bodies to keep being pushed downwards, and finally turned outwards in an extremely unnatural state.
While he was wondering, Laite saw blue threads spurting out from the nuns' eyes, mouths and hands uncontrollably. They quickly gathered in the air of the hall, forming a very strange and complex magic circle.
!
At the center of the pattern is a complex-shaped machine, with a circle of wheat ears wrapped around it, and wrapped around the wheat ears is a circle of edelweiss patterns.
Looking to the outside, the pattern of the magic circle was cut into eighteen parts of equal size. Two of them can be easily deciphered as "human" and "dragon", while the remaining parts are relatively unfamiliar.
, seems to be elves, and giants?
But just as he was doubting, the magic circle suddenly explored inward and condensed into a hexagonal gem emitting bright blue light.
After the surrounding blue energy circled the gem several times, it fired a straight white laser towards Laite's chest!
Before he had time to feel the positive or negative effects of the energy, Laite heard a subtle friction sound of metal objects, and when he looked around, six of the thirteen nuns pulled out pitch-black daggers simultaneously.
A second later, they were actually holding daggers, rising into the air, and attacking in the direction where Laite was standing!
