The church headquarters of the Red Prayer Society in Linville has an aesthetically pleasing name: the Cathedral of the Night Mother. It is located in the church district near the municipal square, facing the office building of the city-parochial committee.
Next to it is the Fisher District where nobles, wealthy businessmen and barristers live. In terms of geographical location, it is even more advantageous than some Orthodox churches. For example, the Pure Fire Church, which is affiliated with the Natural Disaster Mission, is located in Duolon on the outskirts of the city.
town, which is a full 15 kilometers drive from the city - of course, I am referring to the horse-drawn carriage.
This is not without reason. Duolong Town is close to a wild forest area, and forest fires occur frequently every summer and autumn. In order to predict disasters in time and rush to rescue, the people of the Natural Disaster Mission built the church in such a remote location.
This is also where the name Fire Church comes from.
As for the reason why the Crimson Prayer Society wants to build the Night Mother Sacrifice Cathedral in the church district despite the risk of provoking the Seven Orthodox Churches, it is even simpler - there are many rich people here.
In this era, the only unbreakable truth is: the richer you are materially, the emptier you are spiritually. Therefore, you pursue your own comfort more and more, no matter whether it is mixed with some mixed things. For faith, it does not matter whether it is pure or not.
The most important thing is whether you have it or not.
The overall style of the Night Mother Cathedral is gloomy and dark, with gray and black tones creating a solemn and solemn atmosphere. It is often open to believers from dusk to night, offering prayers, confessions and confessions like a normal church.
Service. But few people know that for those believers with special status, real prayer often starts at midnight. Just as they do not know that in the Red Prayer Society that believes in the "Lord of Heaven", the so-called "Night Mother"
Who exactly is he referring to?
Blurred lights, intoxicating aroma of wine, and swaying figures on the dance floor... Huge chandeliers hang countless crystals, scattering dreamy light spots; the smooth marble walls are decorated with colorful colored glass to block the dim night; on the stage
The band plays hard, and joyful music flows from the keys.
Some people are dancing gracefully, but their eyes are full of greed when looking at their dance partners; some people are hugging each other, wishing they could rub each other into their own flesh and blood; and some people are lying on the ground, twisting and squirming like maggots. All the ugly postures that are beyond human imagination,
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The atmosphere is ambiguous, noisy and full of madness, like a blissful feast.
The whole night of joy made them stay away from this cold world and gradually get closer to the kingdom of the Lord. It is the supreme kingdom of heaven, the end of all feasts, and the palace of dreamy fragrance. Only by shedding all the blood that should be shed and suffering to the fullest
Only those who deserve to suffer can be recognized by the Lord and have a glimpse of the ladder leading to the world of gods.
They firmly believe this and have witnessed it with their own eyes.
"But what about reality?"
The stairs spiral upwards, and the top room is covered with large stained glass windows, which highlights the sacredness of the church, but is incompatible with the scene below. Bishop Clouser stood in front of the window, shaking a glass in his hand
Red wine that is more brilliant than blood, watching them rise and fall in the cup, is like a person rising and falling in the world, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth: "With just a drop of blood, and some hallucinogens, people can
They will be more savage than the beasts they despise, because this is their nature."
The person kneeling behind him did not dare to say anything and almost pressed his forehead to the carpet. She knew that this bishop with a philosophical temperament had not finished expressing all his opinions. If he rashly agreed at this time, then
This is not an act of flattery, but a way to seek death.
"The secretary-general of the city hall, the deputy director of the municipal transportation bureau, the wife of the director of the municipal education bureau, the daughter of the senior police inspector of the municipal police station, and even a deputy director of the municipal religious administration bureau...the significance of their presence here
, which proves how stupid the people who unite the religious orders are, naively believing that as long as they take action, they will reap their ideals. However, corruption often comes from within, and it is often easier for people to fall than to rise. This is something that has scientific basis.
, the great sage Galileo has already verified this truth for us."
"In fact, our teachings are more popular than the order they pursue." Clouser asked meaningfully: "Only by shedding blood and suffering can we enjoy the fragrance of pleasure. Why do you think
Do those who have status believe this sentence, dear Miss Fialli?"
Fiyali, who tried her best to control her heartbeat, swallowed hard and whispered: "Because the blood and suffering belong to others, they only need to enjoy the feast."
"Exactly."
Clouser chuckled and was very satisfied with this answer. He took a sip of the red wine in the glass and asked casually: "How did the thing I asked you to do go?"
Fiyali quickly replied: "Yes, I have conducted on-site verification. Based on current observations, the church that obeys the "Religious Decree" does not possess any magical power. It is just an affected object. Due to its power,
The weak man could not resist and chose to succumb. Perhaps due to the pressure from the union of the sect, the pastor of the church did not discuss it with me in detail. Therefore, I found a resident nearby who claimed to be a believer of the goddess and interviewed him, planning to
Publish the content of the report in the "Citizen Evening News" where I work, to create a public opinion advantage for the negotiation..."
"Interview? Report?" Klosser frowned slightly when he heard this: "I don't seem to have given you such a task."
"It's all the subordinates who make their own decisions!"
Fiyali shivered even more. The mission given to her by Bishop Clouser was indeed just to test the authenticity of Tianxin Church. As for the so-called interview report, she was unable to control her emotions for a while after being angry in the church.
, I made this decision because I wanted to cause trouble for the crazy golden-haired maid and the three faceless priests. Now that I am being questioned by the bishop, I am naturally very worried.
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She knew that the gap between herself and this bishop was not only in terms of status, but also in that he was a favored one protected by the Night Mother, and he also had the trust of the "Lord of Heaven". The latter gave him the power, status and leadership of the diocese.
qualification, and the former gave him power beyond human beings.
In layman's terms, Fiari is a "vampire" in sequence 7 of the "monster" pathway. This is the magic pathway mastered by the Crimson Prayer Society - or the Blood-Red Feast. And Bishop Clouser is the real
Vampire, this is a gift from the Night Mother.
There is no comparison between the two vampires.
Just by lying in front of him, Fiyali felt that the blood in her body was constantly boiling and restless, almost breaking away from her blood vessels and flowing into a filthy whirlpool. This was proof that her life was in the hands of others. Once this happened,
The bishop had murderous thoughts, and she had no power left to resist.
Fortunately, Bishop Clouser didn't seem to care about her arbitrary opinions, and just nodded slightly: "It is indeed a good idea to use newspaper propaganda to guide public opinion. You have done a good job, and I actually don't object to you using your own power.
Subjective initiative, only in this way can human beings be distinguished from mechanical creations. The only requirement is not to be stupid like that guy Verol."
The guy who tried to use the blood of cows and horses instead of flesh sacrifices has already booked the lifelong right to clean toilets in the most remote parishes, and will only execute it after this negotiation.
Phew.
Fiyali quietly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that her selfishness was not seen by the bishop.
But in fact, Clouser knew her little thoughts clearly, but he just didn't expose them. This bishop who is well versed in human nature knows that not everything must be investigated to the root, unless it involves his own career.
He ignored Fiyali, who was still crawling on the carpet, and turned his gaze to the joyful feast below. The relaxation just now was gone between his brows, and there was only deep thinking: If it is like what Fiyali said, then, the so-called
Not only is the Tianxin Church not a threat, but it can become a sharp blade that stabs the sect alliance, helping them gain a favorable position in this negotiation.
But why does he always have a vague premonition in his heart?
***
The smooth and dust-free feet gently walked across the wilderness at midnight. The spiers of the floating ruins were looming in the night, quite like giant beasts swimming slowly in the depths of the mist, giving people a sense of oppression.
The girl holding the sheep stopped in the shadow of one of the ruins. When she looked up, she saw a silvery moon like a string.
The vague memory told her that a long time ago, there were three moons in the sky. I don’t know when it started, but only the silver one was left.
"Not here."
She whispered to her lamb: "Keep looking, it must be near this city."
But the little sheep did not continue to move forward, but turned back and bleated twice in embarrassment.
Saint Xalia was startled for a moment, and then she realized that something seemed to be wrong. She looked back and saw that the huge city in the night rose like an endless mountain range. The edges of the buildings were staggered, and the tops of the towers and pointed arches overlapped each other, forming a twisted shape.
The double image. Looking further up, through the floating fog, you can see a golden thread, running through the streets and alleys of the city, weaving a huge network, covering everyone's destiny.
A few days ago, Saint Xalia followed this net, looking for the familiar scent in her memory. But now, this net...
"Tangled together?"
For the first time, the girl showed a surprised expression. She saw that the net sank and collapsed centered on a certain point, and began to pull the things in the net, falling in the same direction. It is said that the mysterious and strange black holes in the universe attract celestial bodies and swallow matter.
Creating a realm of absolute nothingness. At this moment, the web of fate covering the city is doing the same thing.
There is a singularity, which is the center and source of collapse.
"Let's go back, little lamb." Saint Xalia made a quick decision and pulled the gray rope around the lamb's neck: "We must find that singularity."
It may be the turning point of everything.
One person and one sheep turned around in the night, left the ancient floating ruins, and chased in the direction they came from.
……
At the same moment.
Tianxin Church, second floor, in a narrow and dark room.
"Nice!" Alice raised the cassette in her hand excitedly: "It's finally done!"