As Xila's gentle voice sounded, a brilliant silver light suddenly erupted from his body.
His black robe automatically moved without wind, and the silver light flowed like a hurricane, just like a crow whipping up a silver hurricane with its wings.
The stream of light condensed around him, emitting dazzling light and enveloping him and the little boy.
At this moment, the land several feet around Xi La was cleansed. Cross marks appeared on the ground, and silver-white light flowed on the ground, shining like mercury.
The flowing mercury, the closed ring, and the engraved cross all the elements of the temple have been gathered at this moment, and the side of Xi La has become a completely holy realm, a simple barrier that has all the elements of the temple.
Affected by its holiness, people looked over uncontrollably.
Just looking at the flow of light escaping outward like a whirlpool, an extremely strong premonition appeared in their hearts.
As if something was coming, there was a pressure slowly rolling down from top to bottom.
In their hallucination, the ground began to shake and crack, and gray stone tablets and statues of angels broke out of the ground; the sky became low and bright, flashing with silver-gray runes, slowly rotating and pressing down like a millstone.
They felt a hallucination similar to that of dying. Their vision became wider and darker, their heartbeats became louder and slower, their beating became heavy, and their whole bodies could not move. However, a strange tranquility was felt in them.
Slowly rising in their hearts.
Just by looking at Xiela shining with silver light, they can feel that their weak bodies have gained new strength and old injuries have been healed. Their eyes can see more clearly. Their arms have become stronger and scars have fallen off their skin.
The pain is also eliminated.
The blood stains on the little boy's face quickly faded under the light of Xiela. Although the blood stains did not completely disappear, the color of his sallow face returned to color. The painful expression gradually became relieved.
It only lasted less than five seconds and ended. People gradually woke up, only to find that the ground did not crack and the sky did not press down. Everything was just a fleeting illusion.
However, that intoxicating sense of peace emerged in their hearts. A strong sense of ease that they didn't want to move at all and wanted the world to freeze almost went to their heads.
When some people with a slightly stronger will woke up from the fading long slumber, they found that all their major and minor diseases were cured, and the power of their youth returned to their bodies. Not only that, their
The eye disease was also cured. Not only could I see farther and clearer, but my mind also became colder and clearer.
These people who witnessed the miracle fell into a longer silence.
Precisely because they once believed in other gods and accepted the magic of other gods, after comparison, they can better see that the person standing behind the death crow, who is called the "mentor", must be Bixi.
A higher god in Vil, a being greater than Tire
Although their theological cultivation is not enough to bring them a clear and unmistakable concept and allow them to realize the greatness of their mentor, they at least know that less magical fluctuations can bring stronger effects. This undoubtedly illustrates this god
The power of itself.
If a god greater than Tyr used "Mentor" as a trump card to sue the Death Crow, it would also explain why a group of mobs were able to successfully gain the upper hand in the war against the druids.
The so-called popular support is only one aspect. The more intuitive and direct reason is that the mentor's priests can use more powerful magic than the druids.
At this time, the people in Norma City thought back to their previous attitude towards the death crow, and looked at each other with complicated expressions, and they were actually speechless.
With extremely clear thoughts and extremely calm moods, they immediately realized their mistakes and began to reflect on their own stupidity and stubbornness.
"You are blessed because you can see this great miracle and get rid of the diseases on your body..."
At this moment, Xi La's voice sounded gently: "Your eyes will be cleansed when you see this great miracle; when you hear the name of the teacher, your hearts will be cleansed. I am happy for you, and may the Lord bless you."
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With that said, Xila took out a tube of bright red potion from his pocket, bent down and handed it to the little boy.
"Just a sip is enough. Keep the rest. If anyone gets the plague, feed him a sip. Don't be in a hurry after using it up. There will be other death crows coming soon.
"With that said, Xila gently touched the little boy's head, "I believe you won't hide it selfishly, right?"
"Of course! Of course!"
The little boy touched his cheek, where the blood stains had become much lighter, with tears streaming down his face: "I want to become a bard...I want to tell everyone that Lord Xila saved me! I will tell them how the mentor tolerates great beings.
!I want them to know your name! I want you to be the greatest pastor!”
As he said that, he knelt on the ground with a bang. Just as he was about to kiss Sila's boots, Sila gently helped him up.
"Good boy...the instructor will bless you."
Xila was half-kneeling, lightly dusting the boy's pants, and holding his head with both hands. The strange and cold-looking bird's beak mask seemed to be smiling at this time, looking extremely gentle and tolerant, giving people
With a strong sense of security.
Xiela tilted his head half-way, thought for a while, and then said with a troubled smile: "But forget about the greatest priest or anything like that. That should be the title His Majesty Roland deserves."
"Roland...Your Majesty?"
The little boy learned to pronounce this somewhat difficult-to-pronounce name: "It sounds a bit like the name of a Bantha person. Is he some kind of great person?"
"He is the chosen one and the Pope, my benefactor and godfather."
Xi La's voice suddenly became serious, and even though you couldn't see his expression through the mask, you could still feel his seriousness at the moment: "He is the greatest, kindest and wisest priest I have ever seen.
Sooner or later his name will be sung on earth, just as we sing the name of Tire.”
The little boy nodded ignorantly when he heard the words, and slowly said the name: "Roland... Your Majesty, I remember it."
He said seriously: "Then you are the second greatest priest and the greatest priest under His Majesty Roland."
"As you wish."
Xila helplessly rubbed the little boy's head, then stood up and prepared to leave here and continue eastward.
"Pastor Shira"
But at this moment, someone called his name and knelt on the ground.
Xi La was stunned, turned around, and found that it was a strong man with a serious and majestic face like a lion. If he stood up straight, he might even be taller than Xi La, who was more than 1.9 meters tall.
Such a man who fit perfectly with a long-handled battle ax was now kneeling on the ground, almost as tall as the boy standing.
Xila tilted his head and asked with some trouble: "What's the matter with you?"
"Please baptize me, Pastor Xiela," this mighty man said with great seriousness, "I want to follow the path of my mentor... follow the path of eternal sleep. Please lead me to the right path."
"Ah, okay. Just follow me."
Xiela did not ask for benefits in a high-handed manner like other pastors, but just made a gentle promise.
Without hesitation, the man stood up and followed Xila obediently.
Then Xila continued to shake the cross-shaped bell in his hand, shouting loudly: "Those who do not believe in gods, look here! The abandoned, the cursed, and the hated people all look here!"
It was completely different from the situation when they first came to Noma City. During this period, people knelt down in large numbers, removed the marks of other gods from their bodies, and fell on the ground piously: "Please baptize me too!"
"I also want to believe in my mentor!"
"I want to be a pastor! Preach the Word of the Master!"
"Praise the mentor! Praise the mentor! Praise the mentor!"
Xiela nodded gently and promised: "Praise the teacher." (To be continued.)