In the dim hall, the darkness has faded and the light no longer exists. Only the candles on the silver candlesticks are still burning miserably, releasing the light that belongs to the old era. The circles of halo surrounding the fire are decayed and dim, which is quite dark.
Like the dim corona after the sun goes out, it gives people a feeling of uncertainty and swaying.
Saint Gabrielia sat weakly against the wall, covering the wound on her abdomen with one hand, looking up at the high dome. Through the broken and collapsed gap on the top, she saw the darkness and ruggedness of the underground world.
The biting rock wall is like the dry and broken scales on the back of a black dragon, extending endlessly to the end of the eternal night, where the eyes cannot reach.
She still hasn't figured out when and how she was defeated. She only remembers that her eyes were black and white, and when darkness and light intertwined, the power in her body was exhausted, and she was still as if she was still defeated.
Just like when he was a mortal, he lost the right to soar in the sky and look down at the world, and fell to the ground helplessly. He didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he could only lean against the wall like he is now, in a daze.
If there was a pool of clear blood, Gabrielvia might be able to see her current embarrassed appearance: the sacred armor was broken, exposing her pale and weak body; the silver cross sword with the sun's crown ring was broken, and the hilt was still covered by her
Holding it in his hand, the blade lies silently in the dark corner, letting the dust scatter and become covered with haze; the wings of the optical network behind it are riddled with holes, like a curtain pierced by thousands of swords, and like a curtain pierced by thousands of swords.
The butterfly wings that were soaked in the storm could no longer bear the heavy weight, and could only hang limply beside her, covering her shoulders and arms... But she couldn't see this, because the wings from her abdomen
The blood flowing out of the wound was not the scarlet color of normal people, but pure gold, shining to the extreme and so bright that it looked like a patch of sunlight flowing on the floor, reflecting a dazzling glare.
Light is intangible, something more ethereal than thoughts and beliefs. But for some people, light is tangible and has a physical concept, just like blood flowing through blood vessels. In every breath, she
They all felt their rhythm like tides and their ups and downs like heartbeats.
Once, a long time ago, someone once told Livia: "There is a great soul sleeping in your body, as great as the Virgin, the Saint and the Son. If your heart is bright and longs for justice, then He will
Come when you need it most and protect you and every good person around you."
Livia was convinced of this and had been doing what he said for twenty years. However, the more she understood the doctrine, the closer she got to the light, and the more she became a devout believer, the less she felt about that person.
She even gradually forgot his voice and appearance. Who on earth said these words to her at that time? She once suspected that it was the old lady who taught her to sing hymns in the choir class, and later she suspected that it was Yi Xin.
The father-in-law, Brother Mufasa, and the oldest legendary Lord Pancras of St. Anvil's Cross Church, who may have watched him grow up... seem to be none of them.
As the days passed, she got used to this kind of life and no longer thought about this problem. In the choir, she loudly sang hymns handed down from the scriptures with pious and sincere emotions, and gradually became a person who was taken over by her old nanny.
The little girl who corrected her pitch grew into a leader who could teach other little girls; she became a member of the Battle Sisters under the recommendation of Brother Mufasa, and later became the chief, sometimes going to the underground world to eliminate those evil aliens or
Evil thief; after she finished reading "The Abbey of the White Mountains" by Victor Hugo, she discovered that the prototype of the bell-ringer in the book was actually beside her, so she pestered old Pancras to tell her the story of the past...
When did I forget that voice? And why did I suddenly recall that voice?
The sound of gentle footsteps interrupted the nun's thoughts, and a shadow cast down, covering her body and blocking the glare reflected by the golden blood. The nun lowered her head with difficulty, and her eyes gradually moved down from the damaged and collapsed dome.
, after passing by those rugged rock walls, huge stone pillars and high walls carved with relief murals, I finally landed on the person in front of me, and saw that she had long hair as black as night, and eyes as black as night,
Wearing a long skirt as dark as night, she was looking at herself with regretful eyes.
"It's a pity." Carabosse said softly: "After all, the imitation cannot be compared with the original, but it is not a bad thing. At least now you look more human."
Not the previous divine and majestic but arrogant and indifferent Holy Son Gabrielvia.
This sentence sounded a bit like sarcasm, but Sister Livia did not hear the sarcasm in her tone. She looked at Carabosse blankly for a while, and then softly uttered a sentence from her mouth. When she spoke
His voice was hoarse, as if his throat had completely dried up: "What...mean?"
"That's why I said, you don't understand what the power in you is." Carabosse looked at the weak nun. There was no condescending arrogance in her eyes, but a kind of calm tolerance, as if she was just right.
Looking at a pitiful and helpless soul in the world: "Did the person who asked you to inherit the soul of the Holy Son Gabriel never tell you his nature?"
Livia was ignorant. She was just a child when she was chosen as the Holy Son. She had never thought about such profound questions, and her parents would not ask them, because their family was the most pious in the Seven Stars Area.
Animist believers are too late to be happy that their daughter can become the Holy Son of the True Spirit Sect, so why bother?
Looking at her appearance, Carabosse couldn't help but sigh, feeling helpless and a little angry. Of course, these two emotions were not directed at Livia, and she concealed them very well and did not scream.
Sister Livia discovered that looking at how weak she was now, she probably had no time to pay attention to the enemy's emotions - the soul of the Holy Son Gabriel was backlashing, and those who wanted to use this light must be prepared to be attacked.
Awareness burned by light.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Actually, I shouldn't tell you this kind of thing, but if the people from the Zhenling Sect haven't revealed any information to you from beginning to end, then I can only force myself
Do it for them." Carabosse said. Her eyes seemed to glance outside the palace intentionally or unintentionally. There was still fighting going on there, with the sound of artillery fire and the sound of fighting. Mufasa the Convict was also on that battlefield, committing suicide.
After the animist believers collectively evacuated Lunweiting, he became the highest-status believer in the True Spirit Sect. Unfortunately, he seemed to have failed to fulfill his duties. Instead, he went astray and embarked on a dangerous path.
The dark witch quickly withdrew her gaze and asked the nun who was leaning against the wall: "Since you are a believer of the True Spirit Sect, then tell me who first inherited the ideas of this sect? In other words, who was the first person to inherit the ideas of the True Spirit Sect?
Who is the founder?”
This sounds a bit like a test in Sunday class. Sister Livia was slightly startled. Normally, she should answer Saint Tumi, because the True Spirit Sect has always adhered to the concept of "spiritual self" and regarded all things as animistic.
The theoretical system is regarded as a tool for understanding the world, which is undoubtedly in line with the original intention of the saint. However, this scope is too broad. If such an answer is given, then those Holy Spirit Returnists who have been committed to holding god-inviting rituals and summoning and imagining spiritual gods
Believers can also claim that their views are inherited from that great saint, because the two essentially have the same source.
Carabosse would not ask such an obvious question, so what she wants to know should be another source, that is: who first proposed the circle of human principles followed by the True Spirit Sect?
For those who are not familiar with ancient history, this question may be difficult, but this is not the case for Livia. As the inheritor of the Holy Son Gabriel, it would be shameful for her if she did not even know this question.
own faith.
She just wondered why Carabosse would ask such a question.
The nun opened her mouth and her voice was a little low: "...the original follower of the saint, one of the twelve saints, Lord Kenos, the 'King of the Ring'. The teachings and propositions of our True Spirit Sect, the Ring of Human Reason
All the truths and precepts contained within it come from him.”
The Cursed King Cenous is a familiar name. In Carabosse’s impression, he should be a taciturn, rigid and conservative young man. He is not the oldest among the Twelve Saints, but he is the most dignified.
Because he single-handedly formulated the original religious precepts and national laws, the former has a total of six and the latter has a total of four. Now in the ruins of the All Saints Gospel Monastery, there is a palace that stores those precepts and laws.
The original version is known as "The Ten Rules of the King of Precepts".
Carabosse is very familiar with each of the Twelve Saints, some because they are too crazy, such as the "God of Disaster" Abraham; some because they have become friends and colleagues by accident, such as the "Silent Holy Messenger" Fei
.The deep impression that Kenos left on her was because of an experiment he conducted later. The content of the experiment was so crazy that it was jaw-dropping, completely subverting his previous image.
"This was the origin of human civilization, the birthplace of religious belief, and the holy city protected by Tumi and his twelve followers." Carabosse suddenly looked around, looking at the complete appearance but shrouded in a wave of
The temple in the bleak atmosphere said softly: "But the holy land fell overnight, and the twenty-four sanctuaries were destroyed without exception. The former holy city has not been able to see the light of day again to this day. Do you know why this is?
, Miss Livia?”
Livia didn't quite understand why her topic jumped so much. She suddenly jumped from Lord Kenos, the King of Cursed Rings, to the fall of Guyaldes City. However, she still covered her aching wound and relied on her own memory to give the answer.
The answer: "...a catastrophe."
"What kind of catastrophe?"
"The heavens and the earth will be overturned, and all things will be destroyed. In the prophecies of the Moriahs, it is called the disaster of destruction."
"Then do you know that the Moriyas still believe that this disaster was not an accident, but caused by man? They call the person who caused the disaster...a witch."
Livia slowly opened her eyes when she heard this. This was something she didn't know before, and she felt inexplicably that the image of the so-called witch seemed to fit the black-haired girl in front of her very well. But how could this happen?
Possible? She knew the identity of this girl: one of the Seven Orthodox Churches, the Saint Carabosse of the Night's Dwelling, and had a seat in the round table meeting of the Holy Evangelical Cathedral of the Holy Glory. If you put aside the dispute of faith and
"Religious Decree" and other factors, even Livia, who is an enemy, has to recognize her nobility and power. Could such a person be the legendary witch?
Carabosse chuckled: "As you think, I am a witch - to be precise, one of the witches, but at that time we also had another name: Maiden's Sovereignty. Do you know what Maiden's Sovereignty is?
?”
Livia was unable to answer this question, and Carabosse knew it too, so he explained without waiting for her to speak: "They are the masters of the dreamland, the gods who listen to wishes, and all mysterious royal powers. They have been in power since ancient times.
Observe your world in the universe far away from the earthly world, and use your own power to maintain the balance of order and chaos, so that the world created by the goddess can operate in an orderly manner and thrive naturally. By the way, the goddess who created the world is in your presence.
There is also a place in the doctrine of spiritualism, whom you call: Our Lady.”
Livia opened her mouth wide. She was so shocked that she didn't notice that her actions involved the wound, and there was a faint pain in her abdomen: "This is impossible. The Holy Mother is a concept that creates the universe and defines the scale of all things. She is not tangible.
We worship the Virgin Mary, but we do not worship a specific god..."
"Those are just Tumi's selfish words." Carabosse interrupted Sister Livia's eager denial and said: "He believed that the existence of mother would affect the development path of civilization and religion, so he deliberately blurred it in his teachings.
His image. However, this is nothing but self-deception. Since he has accepted the gift of the royal power from us girls, it is impossible for him to distance himself from the relationship. Don’t you think it is very selfish to want power but refuse to take responsibility?
"
Livia could hear the contempt and sarcasm directed at the saint in her tone, but she no longer cared about it at the moment and asked in confusion: "Lord Saint Toumi...accepted the gift of the young lady's royal power?"
"That's right." Carabosse took a deep look at her: "He obtained fourteen sacred artifacts of royal power from us. After returning to the world, he used these sacred artifacts to develop methods to stimulate human spirituality, which are the so-called demonic artifacts.
The medicine system, from which the extraordinary path of human beings extends. But he forgot the promise he made. Our gifts are, firstly, to make up for the lack of magic that our mother did not give to human beings when she created the world, and secondly, because he gave us
He promised that this power is only to help human beings to stand on their own. Human beings who were once weak can also empathize with other weak races. Therefore, even if they become stronger, they will never cause disputes, but will be protected by the queen and the queen.
to create a better future in the world. We believed in his promise, but his breach of contract came too quickly. You should know what happened next."
Sister Livia couldn't help but remain silent. After the cruel and heroic battle of hundreds of tribes, mankind rose up and established four powerful empires. However, they not only repeated the path of offensive wars, but showed no mercy to the defeated alien races, and even treated fellow humans.
The extraordinary beings also cruelly oppressed, causing the chaos of the first dark age.
If these are true, then the glorious image of Saint Tumi is inevitably tainted with a gloomy haze. It is hard for Livia to believe it, and even harder to imagine. After all, she has been a devout animist believer since she was a child.
The worship of the Blessed Mother, the Saints and the Holy Spirit is rooted in her marrow and will not be easily shaken by a few words from her enemies.
Carabosse did not expect to make her believe in herself with just a few words. She told these past events just to better explain the causes and consequences: "Tumi's broken appointment made us angry, and when we went to him and asked him to pay for our
When he took responsibility for his lies, he instead developed undue ambitions, trying to kill us, the young queen, to monopolize the power of the royal weapon for mankind. This move completely angered us, so we fought with him and his
A battle broke out among those students. The battle was so fierce that it even divided the originally complete land into two pieces, completely destroying the ancient city of Yaldes and sinking its ruins into the ground... That was a natural disaster, as you know
of catastrophe."
She glanced at Sister Livia, who was stunned, and confirmed that she was just distracted by the huge amount of information. There was no sign of emotional instability, and then continued: "The natural disaster has completely changed the world.
pattern, but this has nothing to do with today's topic. The point is that the twelve believers who followed Tumi also participated in this battle. Some died and some were still alive. The Cursed King Kenos was one of the survivors.
1. He still stayed with Tumi and helped him establish the Holy Theocracy of Nordorn in the Eastern Continent as another holy place after the destruction of Ancient Aldes City. However, the teacher and student parted ways in the end.
Because the concepts are different.”
"Idea?" Sister Livia murmured as she listened to the secrets she didn't know about in history.
"That's right." Carabosse nodded slightly: "The young queen will not die, but will only return in reincarnations again and again. Both Tumi and his students believe that the contradiction between the two parties is irreconcilable, and they will inevitably use it to
In fact, it is not wrong to choose the death of one side as the ending, because the first thing I wanted to do after I woke up was to seek revenge against him."
Hearing this, Livia let out a soft "ah", and Carabosse seemed to have not heard anything, and continued: "In order to end this dispute, the premise is their victory, they began to look for a way to completely eliminate the girl's royal power. Picture
Mi believes that human beings, as the leader of all spirits, have unlimited potential. As long as they continue on the path of magic, they will be able to defeat the Queen of Queens sooner or later. However, Kenos, the King of the Ring, believes that the Queen of Queens is a legacy of the Goddess of Creation.
He is also a symbol of the laws of the universe. He has been above thousands of living things from the beginning, and there is no possibility of being defeated - at least, it is impossible to be defeated by the living beings of tomorrow."
"So he came up with a point of view, or a hypothesis."
Carabosse's eyes were fixed on the confused Sister Livia, which seemed intriguing: "That is, only the Maiden Queen can kill another Maiden Queen."