"I'm sorry." Sister Livia's voice was as thin as a whisper, but it sounded so clear in this empty and desolate hall. Carabosse could clearly hear the confusion and determination in her tone, and she was confused about her future destiny.
, but he is firm about his current choice: "I may have to live up to your good intentions, but... I still can't join the Witches' Association."
Carabosse's expression did not change. Perhaps she had known the result for a long time, or perhaps she felt that no matter what answer Livia gave, whether she agreed or refused, it was reasonable, so it was not necessary.
She was surprised and regretful about this. She just asked a little more out of curiosity: "Why? This is beneficial to you and the Zhenling Sect, and for what reason did you reject me?
Where’s the invitation?”
"No special reason."
Sister Livia whispered: "I just don't want to go against my own heart."
Carabosse showed a look of understanding, and then smiled helplessly. If Livia said that she did not want to betray the True Spirit Sect, then she could convince the other party by saying, "It was the True Spirit Sect that betrayed you first."
It's a pity that what the nun said was that she didn't want to go against her own heart. This is a very rare thing, because if a person says this, it means that he at least knows what his true heart is, and such a person is precisely the most
Hard to convince.
The Dark Witch sighed sincerely: "It's such a pity that you stay in the True Spirit Sect."
If the Witch Association had discovered this uncut jade ten years earlier, perhaps today there would be another philosopher among the top ranks. However, the ring of humanity endowed this nun with kindness and rationality.
, it also bound her into a vicious circle formed by faith, destiny, deception and self-reconciliation. It may take her a long time to get out of it, and she can only rely on her own efforts and cannot get anything from others.
help.
"I don't feel it is a pity." Sister Livia showed a sad smile, her face was so pale that it made people feel distressed: "Despite so many things that have happened, I am still the one who can become a believer of the True Spirit Sect.
The luckiest thing in my life in the past twenty years is that I did not decide to convert to the blessing of the Holy Trinity due to the guidance of others. Instead, I followed my father and mother to church to attend Sunday prayers when I was a child.
I learned the psalms to sing the Holy Spirit from the old ladies in the choir, and my faith was born in the process of growing up and moving forward with other brothers and sisters who have the same ideals as an adult. Sometimes I feel doubtful, and sometimes I feel uneasy and fearful because of the reality.
, but these are normal human emotions, and after experiencing so many hardships and twists and turns, today I can finally say: If some people think that their beliefs belong to gods, then I think that my soul and I are in the same place.
Inside, all pious and compassionate beliefs belong to me."
As if she were summarizing the life of the deceased at a funeral, she finished speaking clearly word for word. During this process, Carabosse just listened silently and did not interrupt. Finally, Li Wei
After Sister Ya finished speaking, she raised her head slightly and took one last look at the rugged and steep rock wall outside the dome. She could no longer hear the sound of fighting coming from the distant battlefield. The battle was probably over, and there was no need to say more about the outcome.
. She imagined in her heart that this rock wall had been silently watching this underground ruined city for thousands of years. Has it witnessed the dissipation of countless noble souls and the demise of all the beautiful years? She
She offered silent condolences for those brothers and sisters who died silently in this underground world, including Brother Mufasa who concealed the truth; she was also happy for the city residents who had no idea what happened that night,
At the same time, I wish them that they will never be involved in the same incident in their lifetime, and that the battle between faith and gods will always be carried out in the darkness that is difficult for them to reach...
When all these prayers and blessings left her mind, she felt that her soul was so relaxed and unburdened for the first time. In the clear light, she once again heard the voice that had been absent for a long time since her childhood, like many people
He whispered in her ear, and it was like the soul of Saint Gabriel was in her ear, telling her softly: Now is the time to return to the Lord's Kingdom of Heaven.
Believers in animism believe that everything in the world has spirituality. When life dies and vegetation dies, their spirituality does not dissipate, but returns to a kingdom in heaven, where they receive the blessings of the Virgin, the Saints and the Holy Spirit.
Baptism transforms you into another eternal form, and you live without worries from now on. Therefore, at funerals hosted by animist believers, the most common thing the pastor says is: May you return to the Lord's Kingdom of Heaven.
However, Livia slowly closed her eyes and let herself fall into a drowsy darkness. This darkness was warm and gentle, just like her mother's loving embrace since the creation of the world.
"Please send me," she begged in a low voice, "back to the sunless sea in the sky."
This is the original version of death in the animist system. It is said that every soul will ascend to the sky after death, but it does not enter the so-called heaven of the Lord, but washes away the dirt of the world in a dark ocean without light.
, and obtain a pure sleep. It is said that those darkness are the sacred place where the great Virgin stayed before the creation of the world, and are also the cradle of all life. The soul wanders in it, as if soaked in the mother's amniotic fluid, dark and warm; until a certain moment
, the world called for their arrival, so they were born like babies leaving their mother's womb, and saw the light again.
But this version only has the Virgin, without the saints and the Holy Spirit, and cannot form the concept of the Trinity. Therefore, it was abandoned by animist believers and erased from various classics, leaving no trace. However, devout souls
Even if you have never read the records in the scriptures, you can still feel the call from the sunless sea at the destined moment. Perhaps this is the key to return home left by the kind mother for every child. At this moment, Li Wei
Such is the case with Sister Ya.
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Carabosse looked at the girl in front of him quietly, and saw that her head was slightly raised to outline a stubborn arc. The skin on her neck was as transparent as a grape leaf soaked by sunlight in midsummer, so that she could clearly see underneath.
The slowly flowing blood vessels and the cyan and red entwined in her life prove that this girl is born with the qualifications of a human being, not a saint, a god or any other messy thing. Moving his eyes upward, he saw that her pale face was calm,
Her smooth and flat forehead is covered by golden bangs, her sweat is as clear and pure as gemstones, and her long eyelashes are trembling slightly, conveying to people a kind of beauty and warmth from the Creator.
"I'm so sorry." She said softly: "I could have had a sister like you. In fact, I don't hate your innocence and kindness."
Although she is just an imitation of Maiden Queen, Carabosse does not mind treating her as a real sister. She believes that her other sisters think so too, because they were not like this a long time ago? Unfortunately, time
A lot has changed with fate, but the person concerned cannot change her own thoughts.
Maybe it's better for you to go find them.
Carabosse couldn't help but want to say this, but at the last moment she held back and did not say this, because she knew that there were some things that could be said and some things that should never be said.
Sister Livia's lips pursed tighter, and the thin blood was pitiful. In the darkness, she vaguely felt a hand reaching towards her chest. It pressed on her chest, and then gently
The ground pierced his heart, but strangely, there was no pain. On the contrary, a feeling of relief echoed in my mind.
Ah, she couldn't help but think: Is this death?
Scenes from the past are emerging one after another: scenes of childhood playing, scenes of attending church with her parents, scenes of being baptized by the church, scenes of humming hymns in the choir, scenes of distributing food to the poor, she was in the cemetery
There is a scene of her offering a handful of carnations to the tombstones of her parents and grandma, and a scene of her clasping her hands in prayer under the statue in the Great Cathedral... Legend has it that the jugglers in Trafalgar Square worked tirelessly to sell tickets to passers-by.
In the kaleidoscope, you can see the colorful world in your eyes through narrow lenses. Livia has never played such a game, but now she has made up for this regret, and a new understanding suddenly appeared in her heart: It turns out,
Death is in color.
The hand slowly withdrew and took something from her body. It must be something very important. It made the nun feel empty and had nowhere to rely on. But Livia thought to herself, you want
Take whatever you want, since I'm already dead anyway, and dead people don't care about this kind of thing. When the kaleidoscope-like colors in front of you fade into darkness, you will enter the lightless sea of the Virgin and obtain eternal sleep.
.
But she waited for a long time but did not wait for that moment. Instead, the colors in the darkness became more vivid. Livia was confused. She moved tentatively, but her hand touched the wound on her abdomen, and she screamed in pain.
Come. Then she opened her eyes, and a desolate and desolate temple came into view. Dust was flying, tables and chairs were scattered, and across an aisle shrouded in miserable candlelight, the broken statue of the gods of all spirits was watching quietly on the altar.
Their images are taken from all things in nature, including birds and animals, as well as vegetation, mountains and rocks, but they are given a human-like appearance. They may hold scriptures as if they are chanting, or open their arms to embrace all living beings. They have different shapes.
Lifelike.
Sister Livia's eyes slowly moved down and landed on a figure under the statue, where the candlelight was the brightest. Her back outlined a tall and slender silhouette in the swaying halo. She seemed to be a woman?
Is death a kind of reincarnation?
She couldn't help but think that at this moment, the figure under the altar slowly opened her left hand, and a glowing white fire burned in the palm of her hand. The light was blazing and sacred, and it was in stark contrast to the dim candlelight around her.
comparison.
"That's..." The nun opened her mouth wide, feeling that the flame gave people a familiar feeling.
"The Soul of Saint Gabriel." Carabosse said: "I will accept it. Don't worry, the Society has a strict and complete containment strategy for such dangerous sealed objects. From now on, you probably don't have to worry about it.
Appeared in your life, Miss Livia."
Livia was stunned for a while before reacting. She subconsciously said: "But, but, won't you kill me?"
"I never said I wanted to kill you."
Carabosse said calmly: "In this incident, you are a simple victim. You are here because you were deceived and implicated. Our witch association is not extreme enough to hold the victims accountable. What's more, starting from today
From now on, you are no longer the Holy Son of the True Spirit Sect, you are just an ordinary human being, and you are no threat to us. You are free, Miss Livia, to do what you want to do. Of course, if
It's not impossible for you to still want to stand on our opposite side, but I won't be merciful when we meet again next time."
The witch took back the burning white fire in her hand, paused when she turned around, and suddenly lowered her voice and said, her tone sounded like a warning, but also like a blessing: "Don't worry about your future, and don't be confused by it. People living in this world will always be there.
When you have to make a choice, the only important thing is not to leave any regrets for yourself."
"I wish you a safe future, Miss Livia."
After her words fell, her figure was instantly covered by the darkness spreading from the corner, and merged into the dark water. When the tide gradually receded and retracted into the corner, the witch's figure had disappeared from Livia's sight.
Among them, the original stone carving of "The First Interpretation of Spirituality" by Saint Tumi on the altar also disappeared.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the dust settled, the hall suddenly fell into a long silence. Only the sound of the burning candles still echoed, covering up the gentle and confused breathing of the nun.
After a few minutes, she seemed to come back to her senses, holding her abdomen that was no longer bleeding, and stood up from the pool of blood with difficulty. She held on to the wall next to her and limped toward the outside of the temple.
. She walked through the dilapidated square, withered walls, desolate towers, and desolate courtyards... and then along a corridor occupied by spider webs, ant colonies and stone lizards, leaving the All Saints Gospel Hermitage.
The ruins once again stood in the square outside the church. The ancient square where believers once came and went for pilgrimage was deeply bent by the too heavy darkness, sinking ten centimeters, and many weeds and moss grew from the cracks.
Submerged in the traces of people passing by.
Livia stood here, looking down at the ruins of the entire city. What was reflected in her eyes was an empty and desolate scene.
Ten thousand years ago, if after experiencing the natural disaster, there were still survivors in Aldes City standing in her current position, I'm afraid they would have seen the same scene. Destiny spans time and space and has never changed.
.
The battle between Sister Livia and the Dark Witch Carabosse was over, and the battle between the True Spirit followers led by Brother Mufasa and the Crusaders was also over. She and they both lost to powerful enemies, but were defeated.
The reasons are different. There are countless souls buried here for the same ridiculous reason, leaving the same sigh before death as the ancestors of ancient times. Only Livia is an exception: she should have died long ago, but at this moment she
Return to the world.
In those gray-white buildings, under the streets where bleak corpses are buried, in the dark depths of ancient Lundu... there is an unforeseen future.
"Although I have to make a choice..."
The nun's bitter and sad voice echoed lightly in the wind of the underground world: "But where can I go?"