The underground ruins of Roald District, the ruins of All Saints Gospel Hermitage, deep inside the temple.
The candlelight was dim under the defective statue of the god, and the miserable firelight haloed a circle of dry corona. There were only wisps of light flickering hard in the center, and it was completely dimmed when it reached the edge. This struggling firelight made Livia
The nun not only recalled her childhood, when the Qixingpan District was still the poorest neighborhood in the entire Lenwithin, and the public facilities were not as complete as they are today, so the street lights often broke and burned out due to overheating.
Or the wick has never burned at all, just like it is now, flickering in the transparent glass cover, emitting a dim and uncertain light, attracting many small flying insects around, and a drunken person leaning against the light pole.
Workman or ragged tramp.
At that time, many corpses would be buried in the church cemetery every winter, and they would be dug up again at night and thrown into the sewer so that the corpses the next day could have a temporary home; at that time, the United Order did not yet exist
Matchbox-like low-rent houses have been built along both sides of the street. People are still like ants, dozens and dozens huddled in the same nest. A fire can kill hundreds of insects, just like ignorant insects.
An ignorant child can overturn an entire anthill with one hand; at that time, she was just a young girl, but she had learned to sneak into the chapel of the cathedral to listen to the pastor's sermon without any guidance. She was so quiet and well-behaved that she seemed to be listening.
Mother's lullaby, Lord Pancras said as soon as he saw her, this child has the qualifications to become a saint...
But it's so strange, why do I suddenly think of what happened at that time? It's obviously been a long time, it's obviously insignificant memories, there's obviously nothing worth recalling... Is this moment exactly like that time?
?
I don't know when a cold wind blew from outside the collapsed dome, traveling along the broken roof beams and scattered benches, creating a whirring echo in the empty and abandoned hall, quite like the roar of wild animals. Corner
The dust inside was raised by the wind and flew up and down around the corona, blurring people's vision and covering the nearby gray-white altar with a rotten and moldy smell. It was like a dead tree that should have been dead a long time ago.
It was decomposed, but because it was buried deep underground, not even ants or fungi were willing to go deep into such a dense darkness, so it survived alone and remains silent to this day.
Sister Livia suddenly asked: "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I feel that among the believers of the True Spirit Sect, you are not the most hopeless one. After all, you have just been deceived. This was never your own choice, right?" Carabosse said: "
What if I said, I can give you two choices and let you decide your own destiny?"
Livia was silent for a moment. Neither "two choices" nor "deciding fate" were what she cared about most. What she cared about most at this time was: "What good will this do to you?"
She did not believe that the enemy would show sympathy for no reason, not to mention that this enemy was a saint of the United Order, a witch of the so-called witch association, and a witch who caused the disaster ten thousand years ago. According to what she told
In the story, the witch and the believers in animism should be mortal enemies, right? What reason does she have to help her?
"Benefits?" Carabosse laughed silently. Her smile had a completely opposite temperament from before, just like the night can be both cold and gentle: "Not everyone in this world has to ask if there are any benefits to doing something.
Yes, at least the reason I want to do this is just because it is necessary, not because it will bring me any benefits."
"What's the need?" Livia asked again, but this time Carabosse didn't answer, just glanced at her. The nun knew that she might not be able to ask for more information, so she thought for a while and added
The topic returned to the original matter: "Can I ask what kind of choice it was?"
"Of course, I will not deceive you like Mufasa did, because there is no need for that."
The Dark Witch blatantly mocked the famous red monk. As a believer of the True Spirit Sect, Sister Livia should have defended her brothers, but she was the one who was deceived. Instead, the enemy defended her.
The truth was revealed, which was so ironic that the nun could only say nothing, as if she had not heard these words, nor the sound of fighting that was still coming from the wind.
"The first option is-"
Carabosse said, taking another step to the side and making way for the altar under the statue: "It's up to you to complete the experiment that King of the Ring, Kenos, failed to complete, and at the same time, you will be able to lead the way for the third generation of your True Spirit Sect.
It is the common obsession and long-cherished wish of all people. This is a very simple thing. You only need to walk over and touch the original stone carving of "The First Interpretation of Spirituality", and the soul of the Holy Son Gabriel will record all the changes that have gone through thousands of years in it.
All the accumulated power of faith is absorbed, allowing this embryo to grow into its most complete form, just like the spring spirit god Tifo and the earth mother spirit god Titan that Rochelle summoned in Nimsher City.
You will become the faith in the hearts of all True Spirit believers. Only under the Virgin, the Saints and the Holy Spirit, the Holy Son Gabrielvia, the messenger of the Trinity, will you gain god-like power, enough to help you change
The fate that cannot be changed in the past, save the souls that cannot be saved in the past, such as your fanatical and devout brothers and sisters who are fighting for their faith at this moment."
Carabosse raised her head slightly, and her deep eyes seemed to see the battlefield in the distance through the high wall. In front of her, Sister Livia, who was leaning against the wall, could no longer hear what she was saying. She stared blankly.
Looking in the direction of the altar, staring at the manuscripts of the saints preserved on it. On the obelisk, which requires ten people to lift, there are densely engraved Aldesian characters from ancient times. Presumably every one or
The blurred or clear fonts were all carved by the saint who created the human civilization and religious system, right? It was an era when the ancient city of Yaldes was the most prosperous, human civilization was the strongest, and animist beliefs were the most common.
.
Sister Livia did not experience that glorious era, and her life unfortunately began in an era of late faith. From the time she understood what faith was, all branches of animism, including Animism,
They are all on the decline, being united by religious groups, being suppressed by various governments, and being suppressed by the "Religious Decree" until they are breathless and dying.
She could only glimpse the iceberg that belonged to the glorious period of animism in the "Consecrated Psalms" taught by the old mama, in the details between the lines of the holy words of the scriptures, in the emotional and sad narration of the old man Pancras...
A corner. At that time, people were still praising the majesty and selflessness of the Virgin Mary in creating the world, praising the contribution of the saints in analyzing heaven, earth and spirituality, and exploring the potential and power given by the Holy Spirit to each person's soul, instead of just living like a fool just for survival as it is now.
They have exhausted all their efforts and even been forced to go astray, hoping that the god of illusory ideas can change the world and bring them hope.
Now, the opportunity to regain her glory is right in front of her.
As long as she reaches the end of this road, she will be able to transform into the real Son of Heaven, Gabrielle, the messenger of the Holy Trinity, change the destiny that cannot be changed in the past, save the souls that cannot be saved in the past, and then realize the past.
The glory that has been achieved, the reshaping of ideals and the traceability of the times are only in this seemingly distant but extremely close distance. Is this short journey more important than the countless animist believers in these ten years?
Is the road to survival that has been traveled for years, centuries, and millennia still difficult?
The statue of the All Souls God enshrined on the altar was incomplete and damaged, and its face was blurred. At this time, it seemed to have returned to its original state. It was looking at its believers again after thousands of years of time and space, conveying silent mottos in silence. Sister Livia slowly
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, give an answer, or make a choice, but her upper and lower lips were trembling uncontrollably, and they could not touch each other, let alone say a word.
She is afraid.
Because she suddenly thought: What is the price?
"The price is loss of humanity."
Carabosse seemed to have guessed what she was thinking at the moment, and said calmly: "The conceived gods that are purely composed of the power of faith do not have any emotions of living beings. All mixed things will be assimilated and merged into the only thing of faith. You will no longer remember it.
Your name no longer has the memory of the past, and no longer brings thoughts of sadness or joy at any moment. You are a god in the eyes of believers, born from their beliefs and existing in response to their prayers. This is
The so-called divinity.”
She glanced at Livia, and each word seemed to emphasize something: "When you gain divinity, you gain strength; when you lose your humanity, you lose everything."
If you lose everything, even if you gain divine power, what's the use?
Sister Livia's body trembled involuntarily. At this moment, what emerged in her mind were not only the tragedies caused by the Holy Spirit Returnists' summons to conceive gods, but also scenes from the past: She
Running in the streets and alleys of Qixingpan District, the young girl smiled happily, her heels splashing desolate dust; she listened to the pastor's sermon in the bright and clean chapel, and her curious eyes met the people on the altar more than once.
The statue of the saint looked at each other and felt his majesty and kindness; she took over the light during the baptism ceremony and integrated it into her soul. From then on, she always heard another voice echoing in her ears; she followed the church's
The old nanny learned to sing hymns, and after the old nanny passed away, she stood in her place and taught other little girls who seemed familiar to sing hymns; she once again recalled the old man Pancras's evaluation of herself, that day he
When he saw himself, he said: This child has the qualifications to become a saint, and her body has pious blood flowing...
How happy the little girl was at that time, how sad Sister Livia is today, because she suddenly remembered that the old man had not finished what he said. There was another sentence after it, but she had forgotten it for some reason: this
Piety will eventually cause her to lose something important.
She gradually calmed down and her body no longer trembled. She removed her hand from the wound on her abdomen and let the blood gush out, soaking her dress and turning into a sea of scarlet beneath her body. She said quietly
: "It's not even an option."
"You are right, this is indeed not an option." Carabosse nodded slightly: "Then, I will give you another option."
She stretched out her hand to Sister Livia, who was sitting against the wall. It was a gesture of invitation: "Do you want to join the witch association, Miss Livia?"
…
There was deathly silence on the Indosis Bridge.
After a few seconds of this weird silence, Alice swallowed hard and said dryly: "You're lying, right?"
Her Majesty the Queen of the Kingdom of Great Brita is actually the philosopher of the Witch Association? This is really ridiculous, although there are similar examples in the past, such as integrating the Kingdom of Minsulia and surrounding countries to establish the Great Mindlias
The red-bearded king of the empire, Barbarossa, was also the philosopher of the Witches' Society, but he was already a historical figure in the Middle Ages. How could it be as shocking as the monarch of a country personally revealing his identity on such an occasion?
"Nothing is impossible." The Queen smiled softly. She retracted her hand and pressed it on the golden cane beside her again, with an elegant and calm posture: "According to the latest report of the association, the philosopher Dickens guessed your identity, Ellie.
Miss Si. If his guess is true, then you should know the meaning of the name 'Victoria'."
Perhaps because of the confusion of people, she did not directly point out that Alice came from the "Earth World", but it also proved from the side that there is indeed a connection between the Witch Association and the Earth.
When Alice heard this, she looked confused: Of course she knew that even those who had never heard of Queen Victoria should have heard of the Victorian era of the British Empire, right? But there are also Victorias in this world, such as those who supported Marshal Napoleon during the Hundred Years' War.
Victoria, the Restoration Queen who initiated political and military reforms, and the Queen in front of her. She is a direct descendant of the Restoration Queen. The same blood relationship allowed her to call herself Queen Victoria II after she succeeded to the throne. But who would have thought that this "Victoria"
"Not only her name, but also her philosopher codename?
If so, we can understand what Gloria just said: If Her Majesty the Queen comes forward as a member of the Victorian royal family, then there is naturally room for change in this matter; but when she comes forward as a social philosopher, even if
As a daughter, Gloria may not be able to intercede for Ringer and the others in this matter.
That’s not right. Since your mother is the philosopher of the Witches’ Association, why do you, as a daughter, take huge risks to spy on the information about the Witches’ Association? Could it be that you are in your rebellious phase and want to find some excitement in your ordinary life?
Alice couldn't help but look sideways. Not to mention her, everyone else couldn't help but cast doubtful and probing glances at Gloria after learning about the intricate relationship. However, the three princesses ignored them and stood leisurely.
The person at the back of the crowd neither explained the meaning of a few sentences nor thought of leaving the group of conspirators and returning to his mother.
Only Ringer seemed to have guessed something. He took a deep look at Gloria, quickly withdrew his gaze, raised his head to meet Her Majesty's gaze, and asked without hesitation: "In that case, why doesn't Her Majesty directly
How about arresting us? I think you and the witch association behind you used such a large force just to block us on this bridge and say a few words, right?"
By the way, she reveals her true identity and scares these ignorant country bumpkins... Ringer thinks she should not be such a boring person.
Her Majesty the Queen smiled: "Of course not. You all made a big noise in Westminster tonight, but it gave us a bit of a headache. Even if Professor Heinrich, who was disturbed, did not ask for it, we would still
You should be invited to the Ladiste for a talk. Unfortunately, our leader happened to be a guest in the palace when the incident happened. She was very interested in you after hearing about it and wanted to
I want to meet you. Although I was delayed for a while due to some things on the way, I should be here soon - please be patient and considerate of the leader's curiosity. After all, the mid-year meeting is about to begin, and she still has many things to do.
It needs to be dealt with. If you are transferred to the Ladiste, she will have to wait until a month to meet you, and I am afraid she won't be able to wait that long."
The leader of the witch association wants to meet with us and is on his way?
Linge and Saint Xalia looked at each other and looked at each other. If they remembered correctly, in the story told by the fear witch Feir, this leader was the origin of everything, right? It was she who awakened the sleeping Chaos Kings.
She proposed the Eden Project and received the support of the Chaos Kings. It was she who established the Witches Association and brought the knowledge of the earth world to the mirror star world through her philosophers, guiding the direction of civilization and history behind the scenes; at the same time, she was also
She led the Witch Association and suppressed the kings of order who had contradictory ideas time and time again, including the decline of the Creation Goddess Religion and the promulgation of the "Religious Decree"... It can be said that without her, only the seven Chaos
The royal power and the royal power of order will never be suppressed to this extent.
Ever since he heard that story, Ringer has been curious about this leader, because he could tell that Feier's admiration and trust in her was sincere, and Her Majesty the Queen in front of him seemed to be sincerely convinced.
Even Sir Devine and the heavily armed soldiers who were guarding her behind her couldn't help but puff up their chests when they heard the word leader. It seemed that after knowing the news of her arrival, their mental state became even more high-spirited.
Of course, I am more vigilant.
Being called a witch, a philosopher, non-staff members of the association, and even ordinary members of the Night Watch or the Scales of Order are so highly regarded. It is obvious that the charisma of this leader is extraordinary, coupled with her skill in ruling the witch association and guiding human civilization.
, decision-making and foresight... Such a character was about to appear in front of him. Lin Ge's heart gradually began to sink, and he felt that the situation seemed to be getting more difficult.