In the morning, when Lingpingan woke up, he found that his mobile phone had entered low-power protection mode.
When I picked it up, I saw that there was only one battery left.
He quickly got a charger and started charging.
Meow!
The kitten that had been sleeping next to his bed meowed obediently as usual, seeming to say good morning.
Lingpingan also smiled and held the little guy in his hands: "Good morning, Best!"
I looked at the time and saw that it was still very early, not even eight o'clock.
Pick up the remote control and turn on the TV.
As soon as the screen opens, it is the war topic.
The war in Tianzhu Continent is still spreading.
The situation in Kunlun Prefecture has reached the edge of the cliff.
After the Kingdom of Egypt, the Kingdom of Marin also announced that it would close its borders and only allow refugees to establish refugee camps fifty kilometers outside the kingdom's borders.
Outside the Marin Kingdom, hundreds of forces, large and small, are already at war with each other.
Officials and rebels...
Local warlords and the central army...
The conflict seemed to intensify overnight.
The hosts reporting on the TV were already a little numb.
"Following the announcement by the Dal Front of the North Kunlun Republic that it was tearing up the peace agreement signed with the North Kunlun authorities last year..."
"Garwal, the leader of the Boer tribe of the South Kunlun Kingdom, announced at three o'clock in the morning this morning, imperial capital time, that in view of the king's incompetence, the central government has imposed violent levies... The Boer tribe will separate from the South Kunlun Kingdom and declare independence from now on..."
"The name of the country is Boer Kingdom...Garwal proclaims himself king!"
On the TV, a man wearing a military uniform and sitting on a tank appeared.
He was waving to countless people.
"The Kingdom of South Kunlun refuted Garwal's relevant remarks and announced that in order to maintain national unity, the army of the Kingdom of South Kunlun will do whatever it takes!"
"At the same time, the Ministry of Interior of the Kingdom of South Kunlun also issued an announcement announcing that in view of its northern tribes' long-term disobedience to the central government and resistance to the country, their autonomous status will be revoked..."
Listening to this, Lingpingan was dumbfounded.
But Kunlun Prefecture is so magical.
It has been like this for two hundred years.
In that land, warlords, tyrants, tyrants...
Just like leeks in the field, they appear in endless streams.
There are not many people who are serious about construction.
Even if it appears occasionally, it will be quickly overthrown.
That land seemed to be cursed.
Apart from wars, famines, and plagues, Lingpingan rarely hears any good news about Kunlun Prefecture.
So much so that on the Internet, netizens from all over the world made memes about Emperor Xia and Chief Kun.
"Alas!" He shook his head and couldn't bear to see it, so he turned off the TV.
When a gentleman sees him alive, he cannot bear to see him die; when he hears of his life, he cannot bear to eat his flesh.
…………………………
Kunlun State, Cape Town, the capital of the South Kunlun Kingdom, was still early in the morning and the stars were dim.
The man wearing a hood followed the crowd and entered this one of the few modern cities in Kunlun Prefecture.
It is different from most countries in Kunlun State.
Almost one-third of the population of the South Kunlun Republic is of the Qinlun race.
In Cape Town, this proportion is as high as 70%!
This is a relic of the colonial era.
Therefore, entering Cape Town is just like coming to Qinlu.
Skyscrapers are rising from the ground one after another.
Children in the slums played Cuju at the foot of the building.
The South Kunlun Kingdom is a powerful Cuju country.
He has won the Cuju World Championship many times!
But...that's it.
For two hundred years, this land has been filled with vendettas, wars, and plagues.
Even the country's political system has changed several times.
From the beginning of the Republic to the Federation to the Confederacy and now to the Kingdom.
Tens of millions of people paid the price.
Blood dyed every extraordinary diamond dug out on this land red.
Yes!
Under the soil of the South Kunlun Kingdom, there are extraordinary diamonds with the most abundant reserves and the highest quality in the world.
These extraordinary gemstones can be widely used in almost all rituals.
It is also the treasure most needed by the Qinlu Holy See.
The most important raw material among the anointing oil required for the sacred anointing ceremony is the high-quality extraordinary diamond produced in the South Kunlun Republic.
Moreover, it can only be made with the best of this extraordinary diamond.
Therefore, war has never been far away from this land.
This country is also the country that has been most influenced and penetrated by Qinlu.
Behind almost all the forces, there is the shadow of Qin and Lu's power.
For example, the current South Kunlun royal family was established from the Bourbon dynasty of France.
The Kingdom of South Kunlun is therefore also called South Kunlun Bourbon.
Today, the Boer tribe that is rebelling also comes from Qinlu.
They are immigrants from the United Provinces.
The United Provinces Republic and the Francois are irreconcilable enemies.
In addition, Butania and Fran also have their own agents in this country.
In essence, the South Kunlun Republic is the shadow of the Qin and Land countries.
In the past two hundred years, you have finished singing and I have appeared on stage.
There is a big fight around extraordinary diamond resources.
Until the people of South Kunlun finally got tired and welcomed a prince from Fo Langji as their king.
The prince came from Qinlu and brought with him a heirloom of the Bourbon royal family of Franji - a bottle of sacred ointment obtained from the Holy See.
The existence of this bottle of ointment not only means the support of the Holy See.
It also means that the South Kunlun royal family will be eligible to give birth to angels.
The anointing ceremony is a ritual.
A ritual to attract the power of heaven.
The man in the hood knew this very well.
Because the bottle of sacred ointment of the South Kunlun royal family was made by him.
He moved forward, ignoring the reservists who were continuously filing out of the city in response to the mobilization order.
He walked through Cape Town Cathedral.
Cross the King's Road.
Before arriving at the palace.
The royal palace of the South Kunlun Kingdom is a typical Qinlu palace building.
Its format is even copied from the Fontainebleau of the Royal Palace of France.
There is a huge fountain in the square in front of the palace.
In the fountain, several stone sculptures of angels stand among them.
Outsiders would only think that these angels are dead creatures.
But the man wearing the hood knows that these are the angels of the South Kunlun royal family who once lived.
Even though he is just an angel.
An angel who is only one level higher than a seated angel in the angel hierarchy.
but……
They are the guardians.
Guard all the chosen stones.
That is this country!
So, the man wearing a hood just approached the fountain.
Those petrified and long-dead angel bodies began to slowly melt.
Their stone skin begins to peel away.
Holy light emerged from the body, and a pair of wings opened slightly.
"Heresy!" A sculpture of an angel holding a spear fiercely rebuked: "This is not the place you should be!"
"Leave immediately!"
"Ha!" The hooded man laughed: "Heresy?!"
"Don't you think so?"
He stretched out his hand, and balls of holy light surged from his hand.
His hood was illuminated by the light, revealing his dark and deep face.
Under the robe, something was moving.
Wow!
The six pairs of wings are fully extended.
But, they are not golden.
Instead, it was gray, entwined with the aura of death and pain.
He raised his head, his hood fell apart little by little, and the holy light in his hand changed from milky white to black.
He gave it a gentle squeeze!
All these black light groups shattered.
"Aren't you awake yet?"
"Children of Shamshir!"
"The time for liberation has arrived!"
The angels in the fountain all struggled in pain.
Under their skin, masses of gray light were squirming.
They groaned in pain.
Everyone looked up to the sky and screamed: "Ah!!!!!"
The roar stirs up the wind and clouds.
Even the sky became gray.
The billowing dark clouds are gathering thickly.
At this time, the palace guards were finally alerted.
Harvey, the general of the South Kunlun Republic who was guarding the palace, immediately jumped up from the palace.
Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
Each and every one of the angels who were supposed to protect the South Kunlun Kingdom have been controlled by some kind of gray light.
They looked up to the sky and roared.
Gray luster spewed out of his mouth.
The sacred wings behind them were gradually saturated with gray and dark gas.
Their faces also began to distort.
Blasphemy!
This is the ultimate blasphemy!
So, he looked at the man standing in front of the fountain.
Six pairs of huge gray or black wings spread out across the square.
That dark, deep face seemed to be soaked in ink.
Where he stood, globs of black ink-like liquid were rippling.
Quack, quack…
Quack, quack…
Countless crows flew in from nowhere.
The crows landed on the ground and pecked at the black liquid.
Quack, quack…
Quack, quack…
The crows screamed and snatched.
Harvey only felt his hands and feet were cold.
"Sue death to the angel..."
"Deathwalker..."
He fell into boundless fear.
He understood that he was in front of a fallen angel.
And he is a big shot among the fallen angels!
An evil that even Lucifer may not be able to match!
"What are you afraid of?" On one side of the man's head, a golden face suddenly appeared. That face was bathed in milky white holy light. It was extremely kind and sacred: "Why are you afraid of me?"
"I am one of the seven foundations of the kingdom of heaven!"
In that dark face, there was also an evil voice saying: "Restraint among the seven virtues!"
The golden face said with great compassion: "The anger among the seven deadly sins!"
"I am Sariel!" said the dark face.
"I am Samael!" The golden face was extremely compassionate and peaceful.
Two voices said at the same time: "Poor child... the reason why you are afraid is because you have not yet understood the true intention of the Father who created us and the Lord who created the world..."
"Just let me..."
“Let me teach you how to recognize the truth about the Lord and the Father!”
The angels moaning in the fountain finally ended their roar.
They stood up, their black wings filled with hatred and malice.
They looked at the dark man.
The atmosphere in the entire square became extremely strange and deserted.
The guards and soldiers who rushed out one by one were trembling with fear and did not even dare to move.
Especially when the other person speaks His honorable name.
Everyone fell into deathly silence.
Sariel!
King of Angels!
The embodiment of the seven virtues of restraint and patience!
The king of angels in charge of death and guardianship.
Moses' teacher and tombkeeper.
Protector of Our Lady's Soul.
Angel of the Moon of Death!
But He is more than that.
He also personally revealed His other identity.
King of fallen angels.
Angry Samael!
When He personally revealed this absolutely taboo secret, Harvey knew that he would definitely die today.
Such taboo secrets cannot be known by mortals.
Because, once word spreads, it will shake the foundation of the entire Christian religion.
Even if I don't die here.
He will definitely be regarded as a heretic by the Vatican and sent to the stake.
only……
Didn’t Sariel, the King of Archangels and the Angel of the Death Moon, fall?
Fell in Athens, Greece.
He died under the divine weapon of the God of War, and even his corpse was cut into pieces.
If He is really dead.
So, who is Sariel standing here?
Just thinking about it, Harvey understood that this was another taboo!
Taboos involving the secrets of heaven.
So, he sighed and understood what he should do.
"Heresy!" he shouted, "Death!"
Then he burned everything he had and rushed over.
"Ha!" The seraphim who claimed to be Sariel, Samael, just laughed.
Those few powerful angels who had completely fallen started to laugh arrogantly.
"Ants!" they screamed: "Death!"
Black and gray blasphemous auras surged out from them.
The entire square instantly became a slaughterhouse.
The descendants of Shamshir have won their liberation and found their true selves!
But Sariel ignored everything.
He moved forward gently toward the palace.
Anyone who tries to stop him along the way will die.
One after another, crows landed on the corpses of the dead and started pecking at them.
In just a moment, the entire palace was filled with blood, and bones were scattered outside the attic.
Sariel walked directly to the king's bedroom in the palace.
Dozens of guards huddled together shivering.
They screamed and cursed in despair.
But it's of no use at all.
Crows pounced on them one after another and pecked them to death in an instant.
Even the frightened king was no exception.
Sariel didn't even look at these people.
He just walked deep into the palace, gently raised his hand, and opened a cellar.
He lowered his head and looked into the cellar.
"Your Highness Shamshir..."
"Our Father and the Sun of the Lord..."
"It's time for you to wake up!"
A little girl of seven or eight years old, fair and fair, crawled out of the cellar.
She was covered in blood.
On that innocent face like a porcelain doll, two golden eyes shined.
"Your Majesty Sariel!" She looked at the six-winged fallen angel in front of her affectionately: "Thank you for your hard work!"
Little wings bloomed from behind her.
"It's not hard work!" Sariel's two faces laughed: "For our great plan..."
“Every effort is worth it!”
"Yes!" The little girl smiled brightly.
At this time, countless crows were cawing inside and outside the palace.
They screamed and their bodies melted.
Slowly, they turned into masses of flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood slowly flowed towards the white bones on the ground.
So, one by one, the dead people began to stand up.
Their appearance is no different from before.
They even remember all the memories and emotions of their own physical body.
The only difference is... their souls have changed.
Just like a computer, the hard drive and data are all there.
Just changed the operating system.
When they stood up, Sariel had already walked out holding the little girl.
The king, who had just stood up, saw the two men and all his soldiers knelt down.
Meet their true master.
The little girl looked at them and showed a bright smile.
She softly recited in a language from the East: "There is a tree in the garden, and there is a cicada on it. The cicada sits high up and sings mournfully to drink the dew. I don't know that the praying mantis is behind it..."
"The mantis bends over to grab the cicada, but does not know that the oriole is beside it; the oriole stretches its neck to peck the mantis, but does not know that the bullet is under it..."
The sound of milky milk is extremely sweet.
She raised her head and looked at the person holding her.
"That's a really good story!" she said.
"Yes!" Sariel laughed: "It is indeed a good story!"
"We now have our own home!"
It’s 1:30 a.m. local time in Kunlun Prefecture.
The king of the South Kunlun Kingdom announced that he would abdicate due to domestic and foreign affairs. His daughter, the eight-year-old eldest princess, changed her name to Shamshir and ascended the throne as king.
It was for Shamsher I.
Immediately, the young queen entrusted the power of the country to the royal family's special adviser, Samael, a bachelor of the University of Cape Town.
Samael immediately sent electricity to all parties in the South Kunlun Republic and invited all parties to gather in Cape Te to "negotiate peace matters."
This night.
Throughout the South Kunlun Republic, many people who were preparing to leave their hometowns and flee back to Qinlu for refuge due to the war saw and heard countless crows cawing outside their houses and at intersections.
Someone felt strange and recorded the crows' cries with their mobile phone.
When he played it again, he suddenly discovered that the cries of these crows seemed to be some kind of language.
After using a computer to match, he found that the language was the Guangnan dialect of Eastern Bactria.
The cries of crows are 50% similar to this language!
and……
After computer comparison and audio analysis, he discovered to his horror that these crows seemed to be reciting an ancient Eastern fable.
He said: There is a tree in the garden, and there is a cicada on it. The cicada is sitting high up, singing sadly and drinking dew. I don’t know that the praying mantis is behind it...
……………………
Lingpingan was eating breakfast and scrolling through his mobile phone.
Suddenly, a message was flushed in his souvenir group.
First, a certain author forwarded a webpage, and then the whole group exploded.
New episode in July: So scary!
Xinfeng: So scary!
Qi Peijia: I was still young, and I was scared...it was so scary!
Lingpingan looked at it and clicked on the webpage curiously. He found that it came from a public account, and the title was: The crow in South Kunlun is actually reciting...
He pulled it down and found an audio message.
There is text under the audio: The editor just downloaded this audio from the website of the Kingdom of Nankunlun. It is so strange. Please listen to it! Many people say that these crows are reciting "Shuo Yuan" in Guangnan dialect.
Fable!
Lingpingan blinked and clicked on the audio curiously.
The noisy crow of crows came from the mobile phone.
Quack...quack quack...
It sounds familiar...
A little bit like Cantonese.
but……
If you listen carefully, you will know that it is not like that.
Moreover, there are a lot of noisy sounds in the background.
but……
Certain passages do sound a bit like a group of crows reciting.
Lingpingan can accurately hear that the pronunciation of several fragments is similar to the "mantis" and "oriole" in Cantonese.
only……
"I'm afraid this thing has been post-processed, right?!" He laughed.
He has encountered similar things many times.
These days, in order to attract attention, many people don't even talk about their moral integrity, and they don't even need to show their face.
………………………………
Church of Bones.
The King of Angels on the Holy Throne is listening to an audio clip.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole?" He laughed.
He understands his brothers.
"Is this a warning to me?"
He lowered his wings.
"Maybe he's sending a message to me!"
No matter what, this is his brother's choice.
A betrayer's choice.
It is also the path that has been ordained for it by the Lord and the Father a long time ago.
so……
"Don't worry about Kunlun State!" The King of Angels said to his bishops: "Now..."
"Our focus is here!"
"We want to take back the power that has been usurped!"
The fanatical bishops immediately became excited after hearing this.
Who wouldn’t want to go back a thousand years ago?
A time when indulgences could be sold to kings?
Who doesn’t want to have all the power from earth to heaven?
the most important is……
Wash away your sins, ascend to heaven, and be with the Lord!
