As soon as the archbishop finished speaking, Lin Huchen felt a ray of light coming towards her, and the air suddenly became warm. The fiber optic particles in front of her danced like countless fireflies, reflecting the small ceiling of the confessional like a vast starry sky.
A huge holographic three-dimensional image surrounded her, making her suddenly feel that she was in the depths of the universe. The extremely brilliant and huge spiral galaxy was rotating forever in front of her. The four bright cantilevers imitated the shape of a cross, and the center of the galaxy was slowly forming.
A luminous figure, this icon opens its hands as if embracing the suffering and hope of the entire world.
"Speak, child, just speak, and our Savior will forgive sins, no matter what they may be. Even if the world is cold and heartless, God is bright and loving, and will always have eternity reserved for your soul.
The salvation." Hugo's voice on the other side lingered in Lin Huchen's ears with a special sound effect.
She is different from the mob in Mangxing City. She is well-educated and her friends are all elites. When they have dinner together, they often use harsh words to make fun of various religions while drinking wine. Everyone despises them most.
It's Christianity.
"After all, Yuan believers have a set of strict life requirements, and if they don't resist the advancement of science and technology, cross religions are too stupid. If you believe, you will be saved, and you will be saved. Just trust in everything, and let God handle everything for you. It's too cheap, haha
Ha ha."
At this time, it was words like this that she and her friends had ridiculed thousands of times that hit her heart. Ever since she was about to lose the election, He Meili had been angry with others. As the chief of staff of Anma, she would often get angry over various trivial matters.
After being scolded, she felt extremely depressed, and she could only swallow her anger to protect her career. However, the words of love and forgiveness from the Christian Church, through high-tech sound effects, immediately broke through her inner defenses.
"For the sake of prosperity and wealth, I listened to the evil words of the cult and joined the cult... They killed babies, held sex sacrifices, and used black magic energy exchange to gain wealth and status crazily. I arranged all this... Those children
I purchased everything, arranged the scenery, and did it all. I participated in it. It’s really..."
Her legs were weak and she knelt on the ground. She said everything in her mind, crying while talking. Those cruel and terrifying scenes kept appearing in front of her eyes, making her body tremble.
"Their goddess possesses the blood of the ancient evil god. They want to support her to ascend the throne and rule all Gaians. They killed a general at will. They also said that they would kill all opponents, but they pretended to educate the people.
Loyalty and friendship, treating such cruelty and ruthlessness as the law of heaven, I really can't stand it, I can't stand it..."
Bishop Hugo was silent for a long time, as if he was shocked by the evil thing that happened secretly, and allowed the penitent to cry to vent his inner depression. Then he said in a low and warm baritone:
"My child, as long as you still love God and still trust God, you can get rid of all sins."
As the sound waves spread, the light surrounding her became warmer. She nodded unconsciously and spit out a big stone that had been buried in her heart for many years. She felt like she had been cured of an old illness, with tears and joy on her face.
Sweat makes me feel relaxed.
"Just worshiping the ancient evil gods is a serious sin. To forgive your sins, you must take action. From now on, you must renounce all contact with devil worshippers."
After hearing this, Lin Chenhu became nervous again. She knew in her heart that this would not work at all.
"This...what exactly do you want me to do?..."
"My child, stand bravely on the side of light and justice and renounce the devil..."
The rain is still pouring down outside the Holy Star Cathedral, as if a heavy rain is going to wash away the world, which is full of sin.
Raindrops hit the towering front facade of the Ministry of War like an ancient temple. The huge long staircase at the entrance and the rectangular square in front are crowded with countless people. In the chaotic era, the war caused the people at the bottom to suffer a lot, and the coalition government was financially bankrupt.
The old issue of pension arrears once again triggered fierce protests, with nearly 800,000 protesters crowding in front of the War Department to vent their dissatisfaction.
The rain dimmed the entire skyline, shrouding everything under a blurry and cold filter, but the rain could not extinguish the volcano-like anger of the protesters, and the crowd was filled with tired cries and angry shouts.
Screaming, the placards they held high emitted a faint light, with protest slogans marked in electronic ink. People kept shouting at the top of their lungs, or played them on a loop using various broadcasting equipment:
"Where's the pension?"
“Who is responsible for our husbands and parents?”
"Politicians' ambitions and war will destroy people's lives!"
"Don't let the people bleed and shed tears!"
"We're hungry!"
The smooth ground reflected their rain-soaked bodies and faces twisted with anger. Some orphans were holding tightly to the last relic left by their dead fathers and crying. Some widows had special baby bags on their chests.
There are still infant babies with dull and despairing eyes. Disabled veterans whose bodies have been replaced half by machines still wear commemorative medals from various battles on their chests. Angry and sad people are everywhere.
"Dad died on the battlefield! Why don't you care about us!" A thin boy cried, his voice drowned in the sound of rain, and there was only the "buzzing" sound of various warning drones flying in the sky.
Giant robot policemen holding a variety of weapons were maintaining order on both sides, as if the angry people were the biggest enemy of the coalition government.
"Damn it! Why did so many people gather on a rainy day? Who gave me the information! Damn it!"
A special service commander in charge of on-site security cursed. This was inconsistent with the intelligence he had received that 100,000 people had gathered. It was almost dozens of times more people, and more and more people were participating in the protest.
Many veteran associations also joined in the grievances for orphans, widows and disabled soldiers. The War Department Square, which can accommodate one million people, was obviously no longer enough. As more and more people gathered, some people even walked in
Inside the square is a decorative wading pool block.
The densest crowd gathered on the 800-meter long staircase. In order to prevent the crowd from attacking the huge "Gate of Mars" of the Ministry of War, the frightened commander called for more secret services and robot police.
"In order to protest today, we have closed the 'Mars Gate', which is unprecedented in the history of the War Department. According to the regulations of Kurt von Abenberg, who established this gate, as long as the coalition government
As long as the war is not over, the 'Gates of Mars' will never be closed!" The commander was chattering, while looking at the sky covered with haze and drizzle, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.