Favrona saw herself in her dreams countless times, but the scenes she saw were specious, and the cruel and cold face enshrined on the throne also felt strange. In addition, she also saw swords.
and flames, heard the wails and screams, and felt the pain and despair. The raging fire burned everything, and the swords raised to the sky were like a cold forest. People hid in this forest like hunters and prey, hunting each other.
, fighting each other, or piercing his throat with his sword, or biting his heart out with his teeth, so barbaric, so cruel.
This was a cruel sacrifice. People who fought to the death to please the gods stepped on the bones and blood that had not dried up, knelt down on one knee, and offered their most devout prayers to the altar. Their faces were all covered with black iron masks.
When kneeling on the ground, the tight chains on the steel armor rubbed against the floor, making a sharp creaking sound. This symbolized that they all had an unwavering heart of stone and would punish their gods for this person who had been corrupted by peace.
The world brings endless strife and catastrophe——
"O great lord of strife!" the leader of the knights spoke, with a kind of self-satisfied fanaticism in his ups and downs voice: "The turbulent era has come again. The saints sincerely tell us that the kingdom of man will
Rise on the earth and destroy all enemies in front of it. The Calamity Lord has declared war on the Dragon Clan, and the Blood King will dye the ocean of mirror elves bright red; the Feather Clan’s sky city crawls on the wings of the Gryphon King.
We are trembling, and the army of dust elves will collapse in front of the banner of the holy king. Under your mighty protection, victory is just around the corner. We will also follow the orders of the four monarchs and let the torrent of war sweep across the earth.
In every corner of our country, we will offer you the most glorious holy war!"
"Please listen to the horn of war in your Kingdom of God, which is the prelude we composed for the Holy War; please overlook the red earth in your Kingdom of God, which is the blood that is eroding the cowardice in people's hearts.
!Abandon reason and devote yourself to instinct. The weak will be eliminated in evolution, and the strong will rise in turmoil. All this is your wish and our belief-"
He raised his hand and thumped his heart hard three times. The steel armor made a muffled sound, accompanied by the passionate and bewitching slogan: "The fire of strife will sweep through peace, and the great holy war will never stop!"
The kneeling knights behind him also beat their chests with their hands, and their solemn and fanatical slogans echoed in the empty temple. The smell of bones and blood had not yet disappeared, but it was already tainted with the smoke of war: "The fire of strife will sweep through peace."
,The great holy war never stops!!!"
No!
That is not my wish at all! I have never made such a request to you! The so-called jihad is just your wishful thinking!
Favrona's hands and feet felt cold as she watched this scene. She wanted to shout anxiously and tell those who worshiped themselves as gods that you have distorted the nature of disputes and never realized that struggle is not about blind killing and killing.
Destruction is a phenomenon naturally born with life activities. Cruel fighting and death are just appearances, and what is truly pursued should be the tenacity and firm belief honed through struggle. Pure killing, pure destruction, pure
What can you gain by destroying everything?
But there was an invisible barrier between her and that world. Not to mention the anxious words, she couldn't even speak. She could only watch those people, thinking that she had completed her prayer to the gods and satisfied the greatness.
The desire of the Lord of Strife will surely be protected by him in this war, so they leave with satisfaction and smugness. The cruel smell of blood exudes from under their armor, and the long swords in their sheaths are filled with the sound of war horns.
And he was trembling with excitement, as if he was looking forward to the arrival of the next sacrifice.
It's all about praying, making promises, understanding doctrines, and praying for God's blessings... The essence of all faith is distortion, especially when the gods and their believers lack effective
When the means of communication.
Favrona realized that some astonishing changes were taking place. The world seemed to have been dyed red by fire and blood. The disgusting smell was even stronger than the bones and blood of the sacrifices that filled the temple at the moment, but she could do nothing about it.
In the years that followed, people continued to enter this hall, people continued to pray to the gods, and people continued to ask for God's blessings. Naturally, people continued to sacrifice themselves here - every prayer or sacrament was accompanied by a cruel sacrifice.
, believers of the Lord of Strife believe that only by showing the courage to fear death and the heroic spirit of slaughtering all creatures in front of God can they win His favor, seize more powerful power, and then create more disputes.
And killing... such a cycle.
"O Great Lord of Strife, our army has conquered another city. We wish that all the creatures in this city and those with blood will be sacrificed, so that the red of strife will stain the dust, and all the people in the world will worship my god.
! Great Lord of Strife, please accept our sincere prayers, and let the holy war never stop until the moment of civilization’s disaster!”
——No! I don’t need such a sacrifice! War is a terrible thing, and all living beings should not bear the price! You have obviously won the victory, why do you want to stain your hands with the blood of more innocent people?
Blood? Let them go and let them go. If you are really my believers, you should be able to hear my request, right?
"O great Lord of Strife, a hundred brave men selected from the wilderness, hunting grounds and battlefields will engage in the most fanatical death struggle in your temple. Only one of them can survive to the end and conquer the world.
He brings the bones and blood of other people who died in vain to come to your throne. He has proven his bravery, strength and loyalty to the blood. Please give him the gospel and protect your warriors on the earth never to taste the bitterness of failure.
Bar!"
——No! I will not give him a blessing! Such a fight to the death is meaningless. You neither please anyone nor prove your courage. You are just taking innocent lives and being complacent! He should not be
They are called warriors, but they are the cruelest executioners! When you listen to the cries of the dead, don't you ever feel a tremor in your heart?
"O great lord of strife, the fire of Venus has fallen to the earth, the flames of the red star streak across the sky, the prophecies in the Book of Revelation are being confirmed, the glory of the warrior is destined to be reborn in blood and fire. However, the shameful people succumb to their hearts
Your cowardice has covered your glorious flame with dust. At this moment, we will chop off the head of the coward and present it before your throne. May you forgive this despicable soul and allow him to fight in the next life.
Glory!"
——No! He is right. What's wrong with cherishing life and fearing war? You only have one life. If you can't live it to the fullest, at least you shouldn't survive by hurting others. And should you kill your companions?
Is this the faith you pursue, and forcing every pair of peace-loving hands to be stained with blood?
It shouldn't be like this.
The girl's royal power created by her mother should never be distorted like this!
Favrona resisted all this, trying to break this barrier and pass her words to the ears of those people, but every time they were indifferent or even intensified. As the intensity of the war escalated, the frequency of sacrifices became higher and higher.
The sacrifices carried to the temple include not only prisoners, but also cowardly deserters, and even some fanatical believers who voluntarily participated in death battles, pleasing their gods with blood and madness in order to ask the great Lord of Strife to protect them.
A war can still be won.
In sacrifice after sacrifice, the long-polished obsidian floor of the temple has been covered with a dirty and ominous blood light, and the statue of the Lord of Strife enshrined on the altar has become increasingly cold and indifferent.
It made Favrona feel strange, and even faintly afraid. She was afraid that one day the girl on the throne would come to life, sneer and say you are not worthy of fighting for the royal power, and then in turn devour her, occupy this position, and continue to openly challenge her.
Those believers gave them orders to cause more strife and killing.
This is not an illusion, but a premonition.
It will definitely happen, no, it is already happening.
Favrona opened her eyes wide and watched in disbelief as the cold and indifferent statue of the girl on the throne suddenly moved. She drew a sarcastic arc from the corner of her mouth, and then slowly moved from the enshrined position.
Walking down. She walked through the twelve steps that were stained red with blood, walked through the hall where the bones of the dead were piled up like nests, walked through one sacrificial ceremony of blood and fire, and came to Favrona's house.
In front of me, he sneered and questioned: "Why resist?"
"As the dark side of the universe, the king of chaos, the lord and ruler of strife, you appreciate the weapons of this world, control the war of this earth, and then send down blessings to those believers who regard you as the symbol of war and the god of blood.
Fu, isn't it natural for them to cause more killings and deaths? Why do you resist?"
"Don't you feel the agitation in your chest at this moment? It's so surging, so passionate, it's the instinct originating from blood that is urging you to fight and burn everything in the universe - all matter, whether there is matter or not,
All living things perish in blood and disappear in fire. Only in this way can all things be reborn on top of the ruins. This is the essence of chaos and order, and it is also your mission as the King of Disputes."
"So, no need to resist."
"Come and become one with me."
She slowly raised her hand and pressed it on Favrona's chest. It was as if she could hear the nervous, rapid and uneasy heartbeat through a fragile chest, so the curvature of the corners of her mouth became deeper. Her cheeks became more and more
He was so close that he brushed against Favrona's dazed cheek, and the two seemed to be embracing each other intimately. At this distance where even breathing could be heard clearly, her voice was accompanied by a burst of candlelight, floating and uncertain, like a story.
The temptation from the evil witch in the book: "Thousands of creatures worship you as a god, thousands of believers respect you as a saint, thousands of swords are waiting for you to lift, and thousands of wars are waiting for you to define.
To go against them is to go against one's own heart; to go against one's heart is to go against the royal authority."
"Are you going to disappoint mother?"
That hand is gradually integrating into his heart, and the girl who stepped down from the throne seems to be about to merge with him. This process is irresistible and full of evil and blasphemous meaning.
Flora felt a great fear emerging from the depths of her heart, and then her whole body became cold and began to tremble uncontrollably. She lost the courage to resist for a time and listened to the bewitching remarks, but at a certain moment she suddenly thought of her mother
Before your lord fell asleep, he spoke to each of the young queens respectively, and what she said to herself was: "Grasp your courage, Favrona."
"The essence of strife is not to bring destruction and catastrophe to the world, but the courage shown by life in the face of destruction and catastrophe. You are the flame that gives living beings the heart to resist, and you are also the flag that inspires courage in their hearts.
So at any moment, never forget where your courage comes from.”
Those gentle words and eager eyes are still vivid in my mind.
That's right.
If you accept her assimilation here and let the courage to fight disputes turn into the blindness of creating disputes, then that is the choice that will disappoint Mother, right?
Favrona came back to her senses and found that she had grasped the hand that was penetrating into her heart at some point. The girl with the same face as her was looking at her in surprise. She did not expect that she could make it at the last moment.
Restore sanity.
At this moment, Favrona was sober as never before. She said to the girl word by word: "Leave my body."
"Then, go back to your godly position and let your followers perish together!"
…
Favrona opened her eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed, breathing heavily. A large amount of sweat oozed from her forehead, sliding down her neck and into her back, feeling a cold and biting touch.
After a few minutes, she gradually recovered. After wiping the sweat from her forehead, she raised her head and glanced out the window. The night was deep and dark, and under a quiet atmosphere, the whole Cathedral of Heaven seemed like
She was asleep, and only the wind occasionally blew through the ancient forest sea, and the sound of rustling branches and leaves came, like the sad surge of the tide in the distant ocean. Unfortunately, Favrona had never seen the ocean, so naturally she didn't know what the tide looked like.
She learned this metaphor from a book.
Dreaming again.
The girl sat on her bed and couldn't help but think that it was hard to say whether she was melancholy or distressed. She had been dreaming recently, and the content of her dreams was exactly the same, but the degree was getting deeper and deeper. Today's dream was particularly clear.
, and it is especially true. For a moment, Favrona even felt that if she was assimilated by the girl who stepped down from the throne in the dream, she would become another person in reality, and she would no longer be an older sister and younger sister.
The Favrona we are familiar with.
But, after all, it’s just a dream, right?
Maybe I think too much.
Even so, she still felt a little uncomfortable if she wanted to fall asleep again at this moment; Favrona was unwilling to disturb the other sisters who were already asleep. After sitting on the bed and thinking for a while, she suddenly thought
A thought came to mind: Since I can’t sleep anyway, why not go for a walk?