Lu Li stood on Andrea's deck, and Andrea was lifted up by the God of the Deep Sea.
The biting sea breeze ruffles the corners of my clothes and my hair. It won’t take long to return to the Allen Peninsula.
The Vina Ice-Free Port is still out of contact, and a message from Midnight City tells Lu Li that the Tribunal that controls the Vina Ice-Free Port has sealed off the city.
"Does the Judgment believe in the Ancient One?" Lu Li raised his head and said to the God of the Deep Sea, which was as huge as a city and cast a shadow.
"I don't know what the Judgment House is..."
"The ruler of the city you are about to destroy, a church that worships the sun god."
"God of the Sun..."
His low chant echoed on the sea: "He is the strange god born in my years of sleep, who fell at the end of the last era..."
"But they still believe in Him."
"Remember what I once said...faith is power. Many gods were born because of faith..."
The God of the Deep Sea did not feel the breath of the strange god when he attacked the ice-free port of Weiner.
Lu Li was thinking quietly on the deck.
Is the trial’s radical behavior related to this?
The church has never been the focus of the Tribunal, nor does it force people to believe. If they really want to resurrect the alien gods, then they have hidden it deeply enough.
"Go to Weiner Freeze Port, I need to borrow your power."
…
In the cold and snowy weather, many residents were driven out of their warm houses, shivering in thin coats, and left with the guards of the trial house.
The gloomy middle-aged man left the window.
His companions gathered around the stove, and the bright firelight licked the chattering faces: "This reminds me of a joke. Midnight City ordered the painter to create an oil painting called "Midnight City Expulses the Infidels". The reluctant painter
The work was completed under duress. The official who picked up the painting a few days later was shocked: the oil painting contained a landscape.
The painting showed snow-capped mountains and a huge sphere. The official pointed to the snow-capped mountains and asked, "What is this?" The painter said it was the mountain range on the back of the world. The official pointed to the huge sphere casting shadows and asked, "Where is this?" The painter said, "It is the eye."
"Magic Worm". "Where are the pagans?" The official couldn't help but ask. The painter replied, "The pagans are in the Midnight City."
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and spread his palms.
"Perhaps we could replace the painting with 'The Expulsion of the Infidels from the Ice-Free Harbor of Wiener'?"
"You also want to be arrested and taken to the dungeon?" asked the friend holding the coffee.
"I don't deserve it. I'm in the dungeon because I have something to do with that exorcist. I haven't even met him." The joker shook his head.
The middle-aged man standing aside suddenly said: "We will allow the Tribunal to spread their faith everywhere like those...the pagans they once dealt with? The warrior who killed the dragon turned into a dragon?"
"Calm down...calm down." His companion quickly motioned for him to lower his voice.
"It's actually not that bad, right? The Trial House is not a cult, and the God of the Sun is not an evil god either..." The middle-aged man huddled in the seat closest to the stove said hesitantly.
Bang bang bang
At this moment, there was a knock on the door downstairs.
Several middle-aged people looked at each other.
"Great Potter. Since you don't feel so bad, I'll leave it to you to negotiate with the guards outside."
"Don't betray us." Someone joked to Potter who was passing by.
Next, they remained quiet, listening to Potter walking downstairs, passing through the living room under the floor, opening the door and negotiating outside, and then the sound of chaotic footsteps on the stairs.
The Inquisition Guards who appeared outside the door frightened everyone upstairs, and the friend who was joking with Potter couldn't even hold his coffee cup steady.
Fortunately, their previous complaints were not betrayed by Potter.
"The trial court requires us to go to church." Potter stood up and said.
"Are we all going?" the middle-aged man by the window asked with a frown.
"Uh...that's right." Potter glanced at the knight who exuded a cold aura and said nervously.
This group of middle-aged people had to put on thick coats and scarves and join the ranks of citizens who were taken away.
…
bang
In the black pirate gang's stronghold, panicked minions broke into the basement.
The leader who was carrying the blood-stained whip and violently turned his head cruelly: "I told you not to be here."
The shaking shadow protruding into the dungeon on the steps interrupted the leader, and with widened eyes, the Inquisition Guards entered the basement.
"It's the Judgment House Guards who are here!" he added belatedly.
"This damn thief stole into the Black Sea..." Suddenly he realized the origins of these cold-hearted guys, and the leader abruptly changed his words: "He stole my things. He is still alive, and I just want to punish him."
After saying that, he asked his blind men to release the thief quickly.
The trial court had no intention of paying attention to the lynching of the ringleaders, they only came for one purpose.
"Church? I've never been there since I can remember." The leader mumbled in confusion. "Okay, okay, I'll go with you. Wait for a few minutes and I'll go talk to grandma."
Leaving this group of pressured knights, the leader put on his coat and headed upstairs. Different from his rough appearance, he knocked on the door gently. He waited until an old voice was heard from behind the door before opening the door and entering.
"Grandma, I want to go out."
"Where are you going, little Pete?"
"Uh... it's a party. The largest gang in Weiner Freeze Port invited us."
"Be safe...I was bullied by an older child and came to grandma."
"Of course, of course." The leader responded irritably, leading a group of his men out and squeezing into the bustling streets.
The ice-free port of Wiener has not been so prosperous for a long time.
It seemed like there were people everywhere, crowding the streets in the biting cold wind.
Looking down the streets from the air, citizens were guided to each nearby church by soldiers and knights who maintained order, as well as shops and companies that had been requisitioned by the church and converted into temporary churches.
Each church accommodates hundreds of citizens, and the priest leads them in reciting prayers.
Many citizens did not mind that their belief in the Sun God was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Some citizens also rejected the strange situation of the trial house, but this dissatisfaction was quickly suppressed and the guard soldiers surrounded the church outside.
Citizens with the ability to think deeper feel uneasy. As each day passes, they are still controlled in the church, praying and chanting, and the uneasiness spreads.
Although for many poor people who are about to have no food to eat or who already have no food to eat, the opening of the Wiener Freeze Port storage warehouse to distribute food and the church that is not cold make them grateful.
In any case, whether they are citizens, nobles, or officials, they know nothing and can only be held in the church like a prisoner and repeat daily prayers.
Hundreds of thousands of citizens throughout the city continued to pray for a week.
After a regular worship service, people invariably felt that something was gestating, being born, and responding to
But before the feeling becomes clearer, the citizens lose their senses and wake up from their slumber.
Porter woke up by the warm stove, and the coffee was still warm. The leader of the Black Pirate Gang woke up on the cold floor of the basement, and the thief also slowly woke up.
When the bewildered citizens were lying in front of the windows one after another, leaving their houses and walking onto the streets, they were shocked to see the shadow of the cloak standing in the bay, opposite the ice-free port of Wiener.
The God of the Deep Sea put Andrea down, and Andrea on the low deck let Lu Li step onto the land.