The moment Kyle Morra kowtowed to Roland, his body trembled violently as if struck by lightning.
He aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The muscles on his body began to atrophy, his skin became charred black, and the veins on his forehead sprouted. He endured the tremendous pain without making a sound.
When the pope kowtows to any being other than his own main god, it is tantamount to elevating him to the same status as his own main god. If the object of the kowtow is not a higher-level existence than his own main god, then this is quite serious.
Blasphemy.
The so-called pope is God’s spokesperson on earth.
The pope's kowtow is almost equivalent to kowtowing for his own god.
The moment Kaer Morra knelt down, he began to become weak. And the moment his forehead touched the ground, the poisonous fire from Ra ignited his soul.
The pain of his soul being burned made him almost cry out. It was the punishment of the gods for apostates.
If his divine grace hadn't been taken away by Roland at this moment, the divine grace ignited at the same time would be enough to burn him to ashes in an instant.
Even if there is no divine grace left in his body at this moment, it is just the difference between burning and baking. If you separate his chest at this time, you can see that with his internal organs as the center, large pieces of bones have become
His body was burnt black, and his internal organs were corroded bit by bit by the strong acid dripping from the seams of his bones. His excellent gold-level physique allowed him to endure even longer torture at this moment.
However, even after enduring this level of torture, Kelmorra still did not scream in pain.
There were beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping from his forehead, and he fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. His face was as pale as paper at the moment, his whole body was shaking constantly, and his bones were making creaking sounds that could be heard by outsiders.
lament.
I'm going to die
Kaer Morra has no doubt of this.
Not only was he going to die, he was afraid that he would not be able to return to Ra's kingdom of God and would have to fall into hell. Even if he could return to the kingdom of God, his achievements as the pope would have been wiped out at that moment of kowtow.
But no matter how much torture he had to endure after death, he still did not regret the kneeling he had just done.
Roland was right... that was indeed a miracle that Ra could not give him, and it was also a miracle that no god could give him.
Just when her mother's hand touched her old, wrinkled face, Kelmorra remembered...
At the very beginning, before becoming La’s pastor, what exactly did I want?
Yes, at the beginning...
"Mom, why do we still have to pay taxes to the lord when we have no money?"
Kyle Mora, who was only eight years old, pulled out his little head with difficulty from the field and asked his mother who was sweating profusely under the scorching sun: "Why can the lord eat meat every day without working?"
After hearing such childish words, the eyes of the ordinary-looking middle-aged woman darkened slightly.
But she still smiled and lowered her head and replied: "Because we are all little people... We are little people, so we can only do what little people can do and eat what little people should eat. These are the rules."
"This rule is too bad! Aren't such little people always a little person for the rest of their lives?"
Kelmorra puffed up his face and replied dissatisfied.
But his mother just smiled helplessly: "Well, little Kyle, tell me, which one is more valuable, cows or chickens?"
"Of course cows are more valuable." Kelmorra replied without hesitation.
"Yes," the mother nodded, "then, why are cows more valuable?"
When she asked this question, little Kelmorra was stunned.
He is not the kind of child with precocious intelligence, and is even slower than his peers.
After thinking for a long time, he replied hesitantly: "Because... oxen can pull carts? And oxen are bigger... they have more meat?"
"Almost."
The mother smiled calmly and touched Kyle Mora's head: "Little Kyle, we are chickens. And the lord is a cow. In any case, chickens cannot be sold at the same price as cows."
"What if it happens?"
Little Kelmora asked dissatisfiedly: "Sister Kemila told me that everything will be unforeseen."
Upon hearing this, his mother suddenly raised her head and looked at him steadily.
That kind of concentration scared little Kyle.
His first reaction was whether he had said something wrong and made his mother angry.
"So, you want to be somebody, little Kyle?"
Mother asked seriously.
Kelmorra, who had never seen his mother so serious before, was frightened.
"I don't dare anymore..."
He wrinkled his nose in grievance and replied with a sob: "I don't dare anymore, mom..."
But unexpectedly, he felt his mother's warm and rough palm gently caressing his cheek, and there was a look of surprise and relief in her eyes.
"Little Kyle, you don't have to be afraid. No matter what you do, your mother will support you."
She smiled gently and hugged little Kyle tightly: "Tell me, do you want to be a big shot?"
The long-lost warm embrace stunned Kelmorra.
When he was young, his father, a businessman, was killed by carral robbers. From the time he can remember, his mother raised him alone.
It was not until later that he understood that his mother's smile before was called pride.
Until now, little Kyle was hugged by his mother for the first and last time.
That kind of warmth he couldn't forget.
At that moment, he made up his mind.
No matter what...Kell Mora also wants to be hugged by her mother again.
From then on, he made up his mind: "...I want to become a big shot."
"I want to be great!"
"I want to be a big shot... I want to make my mother proud and make people admire me with admiration!"
But until his mother died of an epidemic when he was sixteen, he did not discover what his true wish was...nor what his mother's true expectation was.
When he strengthened his will and held the desire to "become a big shot no matter what," he became the pastor, bishop, district bishop, and archbishop of La, and then entered the College of Cardinals and became a cardinal.
Only then did I finally understand what my mother’s true expectations were when I was young.
She doesn't ask him to get ahead. She just wants him to live a happy life.
However, by the time he realized this, it was already too late.
It is impossible to see his mother again. The only possibility is that after his death, he may be able to see his mother in La's Kingdom of God, although the chance is slim... After all, his father believes in the God of Contract.
And today, Kelmorra unexpectedly met her mother.
Not an illusion, not an undead spirit, but a real mother, with the fragrance of red wheat and mint leaves on her clothes.
The great miracle of summoning the deceased from the dust allowed Kaer Mora to complete the knot that he had cherished for more than eighty years.
Now, even if he dies and goes to hell, he will have no regrets.
But just when his soul became fragmented and his will began to melt, he felt a cold, soft hand gently touch his forehead.
"Kaer Mora, you can't die yet"
In Roland's soft prayer, a great will that was completely superior to the God of Contract rushed into Roland's mind along his fingers, and followed some mysterious connection all the way up!
The pain of the soul being burned instantly subsided. Just like cold spring water pouring into the body, the pain of Kelmorra was instantly relieved, the soul's injuries were healed, and the mind was instantly repaired.
A drowsy sense of comfort filled his heart, and spread to all the surrounding mercenaries and priests of the God of Contract with his ring of power as the center.
"No! You can't do this"
Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the angry roar of the God of Contract in his mind?
But that has nothing to do with him anymore. Now Kelmorra just wants to have a good sleep.
Maybe... when he wakes up, he can see his mother again. (To be continued.)