Back to ten minutes ago, on the outskirts of Nimsher, in the Yongxia Palace, and in the Redice Greenhouse Garden, Quanling believers were still praying, eager to use their piety to obtain the grace of Lord Tifu. But that
Can it really be regarded as prayer? At least in the eyes of outsiders, it may just be a group of lunatics venting their innermost desires. Those despicable thoughts that cannot be expressed in words usually become covered with the name of faith.
A cloak of justice and dignity.
But it doesn’t matter, because faith is such a thing, and gods are such existence. They were born in response to the prayers of believers. No matter how sinful the words are, no matter how blasphemous the thoughts, they will eventually be in their kingdom of God.
Be purified and become an eternal mark.
This is——
"The meaning of God's existence."
A voice slightly lower than the sound of the fountain, sounded like a soliloquy.
Rochelle crossed her arms and stood on the highest stone step. She raised her head and saw the lifeless sky through the broken dome. There was darkness everywhere, with no light to penetrate, as if the day suddenly changed.
Transitioning into the dark night. The roaring wind drove the flying clouds, causing the leaden clouds to set off waves like the rolling waves of the ocean. The turbid waves surged, forming an overwhelming force. In the gray cracks where the waves disappeared, there was a faint shadow.
You can see the red lightning that is full of fire moving around, and the huge ice continent gradually revealing its majestic corner. The gray-white frost heralds the arrival of the next snowstorm.
At this time, if you look towards the city of Nimschel from the distant horizon, you will definitely suspect that this area has fallen into eternal night. The clouds are like heavy iron blocks, covering the sky of the city heavily. Every cloud
They were pressed so low that they could touch the spire of the tallest building in the city, and gradually spread to other buildings, as if with boundless accumulated anger, they were going to crush them all and reduce them to nothing.
Collapsed ruins.
At this moment, the sky and the earth came into contact for the first time in ten thousand years. The whirlpool in the sky kept pressing downwards, as if it was about to fall into the abyss in the mouth of the giant beast; the giant beast hidden underground kept rising up, as if it was about to leap.
Entering the turbulent and terrifying whirlpool. The sky and the earth are coming together. From a distance, it looks like the palms of giants are merging, and every life between the palms, that is, every citizen and every citizen in the deep Nimschel city at this moment.
Every tourist is a tiny ant, destined to be shattered into pieces when the heaven and earth come together and order collapses.
This disaster does not seem to be man-made, but more like the anger of the gods being vented. At this time, the urban area must have been plunged into chaos. Anyone who has a premonition that the upcoming disaster will bring a terror that is enough to annihilate themselves will
It is impossible to continue to maintain a normal mentality. Therefore, fear, suspicion, chaos, anger... everything is imaginable. And the people who unite the religious orders are bound to spend most of their energy on maintaining order. The bishops of each cathedral, the diocesan guardians
Representatives of civil officials and believers, disaster warnings from the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau, and emergency rescue systems in the grass garden... this inadvertently bought enough time for the ceremony to pray to the gods.
What's more, there are believers of various religions who are unwilling to obey the "Religious Decree" and will rise up secretly to stir up trouble. They may not know what the coming disaster portends, but instinctively feel that they can benefit from it, so they follow
The guidance of desire and nature helped Rochelle delay the union of the sect.
If you claim to be the protector of civilization and order, and the definer of religion and belief, then you will inevitably suffer the negative effects they bring.
The sound of prayers coming from the greenhouse garden gradually became weaker.
It was not because the emotional catharsis of the believers had reached its peak, but because after the fermentation of fanatical beliefs and greedy prayers, this god-seeking ceremony was gradually reaching its climax. Rochelle lowered her head and saw the golden holy statue floating above the fountain pool.
The stone is emitting a dazzling light, swallowing too much faith. It is like a small sun, illuminating every dark corner in the garden greenhouse.
The magic crystals embedded in the four walls of the pool, the garden wall shelves and the gaps between the flowers and leaves are like the many asteroids orbiting the stars in the vast universe. They release a bright and soft blue halo, and when they gather together, they are dust and sand.
As vast and confusing as the ocean, the mist spreads over every water pattern in the greenhouse. Every tiny grain of star sand in the sea contains majestic magic power, shaping a tangible body for the invisible faith.
In the universe where the sun rotates and the stars surge, the prayers of believers gradually weaken, and eventually return to a strange nothingness. But their expressions become more fanatical, and the dreamy piety in their eyes even makes
People think they have really seen their gods and are bathing in such great divine grace that they lose their perception of the outside world and do not realize that their bodies are gradually dissociating and turning into shining lights.
The star slowly floated across the dome, emerged from the hole, passed through the ivy, tendrils and branches of wild grass growing between the cracks, and drifted towards the dark night-like storm clouds.
Those intermittent and intermittent light stars are connected together through some strange principle, forming a gurgling blue river of light. At this moment, more than a hundred spring spirit believers in the greenhouse garden are in the process of praying to the gods.
With the help of the spiritual body of faith that transformed his existence into an illusion, more than a hundred bright rivers of light rose from the human world and converged towards the center of the whirlpool, just like building a dream, sacred and solemn.
The tall tower reaches directly into the spiritual realm where God resides.
At this moment, in any corner of this city, you can see this extremely bright and holy tower. More than a hundred faint blue light strips straight upward on its surface constitute people's understanding of some unknown natural phenomenon.
all expectations.
Tourists who were crowded on the streets and couldn't wait to escape from the blizzard saw it; police officers and staff of the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau who were trying to maintain traffic order and conduct evacuation work saw it; they were riding on the steam chariot.
, the night watchmen and the arbitrators of the Order Scale, who were desperately chasing in the direction of Yongxia Palace, saw it; finally, it was the local citizens who walked out of their houses to avoid natural disasters and raised their heads blankly, whether they were in the city or the suburbs.
, both old and young, they all saw it at this moment, and felt a particularly familiar atmosphere from the tower that reached the sky.
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Even the drainage pipes erected under the fence grid... suddenly began to boil uneasily, bubbling, as if the water in the pot was boiling, with more scorching and invisible energy exceeding one hundred degrees Celsius.
, slowly detached from the water body, and invariably floated towards the whirlpool in the sky.
That is spirituality.
The three rivers that once washed and gave birth to the land of Nimsher, their many tributaries, underground rivers, springs, dry wells, ditches, pipes...the water in them all inherited the vitality from the mother, and was also the source of the Holy Spring Monks in the past.
The so-called spirituality pursued tirelessly by believers in this city. Nowadays, all these spiritualities are gathering together, as if they are being called by a vast will and are returning to their roots.
In the suburbs, in the clogged filthy waters and the stinking rivers filled with garbage, all kinds of non-human creatures show their traces like the fish that come up to breathe fresh air on rainy days: ugly-looking fish
Humans, rotten monsters that resemble rotten mud, are like corroded ghosts wearing human skin... These aliens and monsters used to be afraid of being strangled by the night watchmen, and hid in the darkest and most filthy corners of the city.
Dare to show up easily. But at this moment, he seems to have forgotten that fear. He raised his head from the dirty and smelly water and stared blankly at the dark sky above his head. At this time, if any brave human being notices the movement here, he lowers his head and takes a look.
, they will definitely be able to capture another deeper fear from the depths of their confused eyes.
This fear is different from the fear of the night watchman. The latter is the fear of losing one's life, but the former is...the fear of losing oneself.
"What is that...?" Someone, covered in aquatic plants and algae, asked in a rough and awkward human language, which was actually the local dialect of Nimschel City.
The fish-man wise man holding a cane shook his head, a trace of pain flashed across his turbid and deep eyes, and replied in a hoarse and sharp voice like a broken bellows: "The gods of this city, and."
"The devil created by man."
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In such a low and depressing atmosphere, the snowstorm finally arrived.
More than a hundred rivers of light gurgled, gathering into blue towers to connect to the sky. Lead-gray dark clouds slowly rotated like heavy whirlpools. In the dark abyss, which was deeper than the night, a huge shadow loomed.