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Chapter 696 The real miracle!

After a while, Eden shook his head to wake himself up more.

"Tsk."

Suddenly, Eden felt a tingling sensation.

He turned his eyes and found something flashing faintly in the darkness. It was like a sword. Before Eden could see it clearly, it disappeared quickly. It was like an illusion, but it made Eden a little more awake.

"It's time to go back."

Eden said.

The beast slowly moved towards its original direction.

Eden has already made plans to use the stone pendant to cut off contact once he breaks away from the celestial kingdom and returns to his original body, then returns to the past and never steps into the future again.

The key is how to fool those holy servants.

Eden already had some ideas in his mind, and he let out a long breath.

He closed his eyes, and then violent emotions surged up, like a flying dragon with broken wings crashing into the valley. Eden smelled a disgusting smell of blood and rot.

It smelled like...dead flesh.

Eden was breathing heavily. Although he was in a state of soul, he felt that a certain part of his body was itching and then hurting. When he looked back, he realized that it had been rotten for a long time and was life-threatening.

Eden's breathing had never been so rapid.

Those violent emotions were slowly occupying his mind, and Eden, who used to be so jealous, was slowly accepting these emotions.

The beast carried him and brought him to the holy servants. Iden slowly walked down holding the scepter.

The holy servants looked at him.

"I…"

Suddenly, Eden forgot what he was going to say.

His soul is floating in the boundless starry sky, like a mediocre man looking at the vast sky in confusion, or like a hermit overlooking the earth from a high place who has already penetrated everything.

There was calm all around, and the pale stars were moving in this celestial kingdom. In the dim air, a faint white halo seemed to appear above Iden's head.

It's like...the aura given by the King of Kings.

The aura was looming, but Eden didn't notice it.

"We understand, messenger, you have made your choice."

Holy Servant Enduo raised his hand and pointed to a place.

"Look at the world."

This voice did not come from Endor, it seemed to come from the depths of Iden's soul.

Eden slowly turned his head, looking at the world stiffly.

The earth appeared before his eyes, and the sinful city fell into his sight again.

From the tall and majestic Lecture Hall to the gloomy alleys at the southern gate of the lower city, Eden seemed to be able to see every inch of the entire city.

Fanatic voices filled the streets and alleys, and the blood of true believers flowed out and soaked in the soil.

In this city, somehow, the excitement of the pagans was rekindled, and a massacre took place in the city. The true believers, regardless of men, women, old and young, all died under the butcher's knife. They shouted and sang, as if Treat it as a great arrangement of God and a righteous act in life.

Eden stared at this scene blankly,

"what happens?"

Eden murmured to himself,

"They are all corrupted."

There seems to be something in the blood.

What is there...

Eden saw corpses floating one after another in the blood.

He looked and saw a boy's body lying in a pool of blood. The face was so familiar to him.

Next to the boy lay his mother, who seemed to be trying her best to hold him before she died.

Eden's fingers trembled.

The blood seemed to be gathering, condensing into a lake, and then into a sea. The vast sea of ​​blood soaked the city, pushing the people here deeper than the abyss.

Eden seemed to be able to see countless corpses floating up and down, and the cruel and horrific sight fell into his eyes. He couldn't help but trembled with anger:

"This city of sin!"

The people on the ground knew nothing. They shouted, sang, praised, and expected. They shouted with their hands stained with blood. They sang with insulting voices and cheered loudly for this "punishment." A sinful day.

"This city has fallen."

In the darkness, there seemed to be a voice speaking.

Looking back suddenly, Eden realized that it was himself who was speaking.

A violent feeling surged onto Eden's fingertips.

Auras of inspiration kept coming to Eden.

“There’s so much dead flesh in the world, isn’t there?”

The voice of existence came from Eden's heart.

Dead flesh doesn't just ooze pus.

Ragged and dirty dead meat carries diseases. It rots, like leprosy, smallpox, syphilis and other highly contagious diseases. It will contaminate other flesh and blood, causing those good and healthy flesh and blood to become rotten. and corrupt.

The reason why dead meat is dead meat is that it has died, rotted away, and cannot come back to life.

The aura surrounded Iden, who looked at the city, the fire of anger burning, and he saw too much blood of true believers.

"This city of corruption, the city of dead flesh."

Eden said to himself.

He raised the scepter in his hand and looked down at the city. With one thought, he could decide everyone's life or death.

A strange sword-like brilliance passed through his mind and disappeared in an instant.

Eden, who was immersed in anger, suddenly thought of something...

Do you really want to... cut off the dead flesh?

Inexplicably, Eden began to hesitate.

However, the scene like a sea of ​​blood was still before his eyes, and those corpses were still floating, and the heathens had cruelly taken their lives.

Eden's breathing hitched again.

"They've all fallen."

Eden said to himself.

Almost everyone he met was hopelessly depraved. They are constantly singing various hymns and committing crimes under their fanatical beliefs. Even if some people are innocent, they will fall into the abyss in this fanatical atmosphere and under the guidance of these thoughts.

All have fallen, all are corrupted.

Everyone is looking forward to the end.

Judgment...is coming.

Because this is what they expect.

Anyway, even if it causes a catastrophe, I can still change this terrible future...

Anyway, these pagans hope for the coming of judgment, and destruction is their belief...

In the bottom of his heart, there came an unavoidable voice,

"You are similar to me."

As the words fall...

Pale lightning exploded in the deep, dark clouds and mist. The sound was so exaggerated that countless people in Yeliduo City couldn't help but stop, turn their heads, and look up at the sky, which was getting lower and lower.

The world seemed to be torn apart by lightning, and dark clouds immediately came from all directions. A figure stood outside the world, holding a scepter. The strong wind and dark clouds were his sacred robes, and the flashing thunder was his coronation.

More and more thunder exploded among the dark clouds, and the sinful city seemed to be trembling and fearful. After this, there was endless excitement and trembling, and almost everyone in the city was cheering for this blissful moment!

The man's eyes were full of anger. What he saw was a group of people who were as depraved as demons. He continued to raise his scepter and pointed at the city of sin at his feet.

The darkness from beyond the sky enveloped this city soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

Holy day.

The moment when the prophecy is confirmed.

This is...the day when the King of Kings will judge all heaven and earth!

Thick dark clouds kept flashing with pale thunder and lightning, violent winds and rain suddenly surged, sand and gravel on the ground began to float in the air, trees in the whole city were dancing with the wind, and prayers, cheers, and praises were heard in this sea of ​​blood. The city is going crazy, it's almost hopeless.

The rain fell, not stopping for a moment under the strong wind.

The pale color fell, arousing another burst of cheers. The heavy rain carried a strange pale power and fell in this sinful city. People felt that it came to wash away sins. This is indeed the case. It did It is indeed for the purpose of cleansing sins.

“Who set off the countless thunders, and who gathered the mountains of dark clouds?

Who tells when the sky is bright and when it is dark?

And who can define the number of times the earth can breathe?

Who can measure the sea and the countless lives within it, and who has reached the deeper reaches of the depths? ! "

Under the pale shower, people sang carols at the top of their lungs, and the whole city was filled with such sounds. More and more people joined the caroling team to welcome the coming judgment.

Every drop of rain was pale, hiding indescribable power. Its power began to surge in the city like a plague. First, the crowds gathered in the square began to undergo mutations.

A man's hand inexplicably sprouted a new finger. The mutated finger kept moving forward, and a ferocious woman's face grew where the fingernail had been. She kept giggling. The laughter was so terrifying.

A pair of hands and feet suddenly grew out of a person's back. The hands and feet seemed to be holding something. Strange emotions were infected. The person's face slowly twisted and he let out a sad cry. He was obviously a man, but he shouted Said: The baby in my arms, the baby in my arms!

A man turned out to be disabled. His right hand was broken. At this moment, it was like the limbs were regenerating. The flesh and blood continued to grow. At first, he shouted loudly, thinking that this was a gift from God. However, he saw that the flesh and blood grew more and more, getting bigger and bigger, and gradually formed He got a fat monster, and suddenly he turned into the monster's arm, and the monster looked at him with a smile.

....................................

As countless mutations occurred in the city, wailing and screaming gradually overpowered singing and became the mainstream of the city. Those pagans who were singing about the doomsday just now were trembling and fearful at this moment. Only at this moment did they finally understand that the destruction predicted by the scriptures was not as easy as imagined.

The pale rainwater kept falling and merged into this city like a sea of ​​blood. The sound of wailing filled the streets and alleys. The pale paint created a miserable picture in this world.

This city, Yerido, seems to have been opened to the door of pain.

Terror that cannot be accurately described spreads in the city. The pagans no longer sing or dance. They tremble in fear of judgment and pray for the passing of this wrathful day. Only a few fanatics Still chanting, they welcomed the changes in their bodies while singing various hymns.

In the kingdom of celestial bodies, Iden looked at this pale shower.

The scepter in his hand glowed with a pale luster. The huge beasts, with pale power constantly pouring out from their bodies, converged on the sky of the city, raining down countless amounts of rain, and the dead souls continued to laugh wildly in the celestial realm.

"This is all their own fault..."

Eden muttered.

The scepter was tightly held in his hand, and he held on tightly without letting go for a moment.

Looking at the plight of the pagans, Eden once again thought of the persecuted true believers in this city.

"This is... revenge..."

This city was soaked in a sea of ​​blood. Now, with the rain coming, it’s time to cleanse the city of its sins.

He sent down the Day of Judgment according to pagan prophecies.

The end comes with rain.

Eden gazed upon the fallen city.

He didn't exactly hate the pagans.

He had read their scriptures, he had communicated with them, and he had even loved them.

but,

Love deeply, hate deeply.

The flames of hatred condensed in Iden's pupils.

The past Eden is resurrected. He hates sin, praises goodness, and understands that the world is a confrontation between the Holy Spirit and evil spirits.

Eden clutched the scepter in his hand and was about to raise his hand again.

Wow.

Something seemed to be passing through his field of vision.

It was like a sword-shaped light, and it was so quiet that it was beyond imagination.

Eden felt a twinge.

The sound of fear still spread in that pagan city, and it seemed that all the sinful people were paying the price for what they had done.

But suddenly, Eden felt an unimaginable feeling.

Nothingness, nothingness of nothingness.

It's like a person turns around and realizes that there is nothing left around him.

He had no desire for revenge.

He was confused and confused about his actions.

"I...I'm seeking revenge. This is what they want."

Eden whispered shakily to himself.

What he did was not without reason.

Judgment, that's what the pagans want, this sinful city, it's rotten, corrupted, that's what they want.

Even so, Eden still felt an unreasonable regret.

Disaster and death spread in this city.

Panic and fear have become the main theme of this city.

Eden stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

The rain kept falling, never stopping, and there seemed to be some movement in the sea of ​​blood that swallowed up the true believers.

It's like the first chirp of a spring cicada, or the trembling of a flower's stamens in full bloom.

A true believer slowly crawled out of the sea of ​​blood.

Following this, one, two, dozens, or hundreds of people began to crawl out of the sea of ​​blood. They seemed to suddenly find life from somewhere, and slowly stood up. Among them Most are true believers, and there are a few pagans.

They have a common identity - righteous people.

Every one of them was resurrected by the King of Kings at this time of the end.

Looking at this scene, what Eden felt was not happiness, but endless fear roaring and roaring.

"What are you doing?!"

inside the darkness,

A voice came from the bottom of my heart.

“I will judge the earth with righteousness.”

Those true believers crawled out from the sea of ​​blood. At first they looked at the city with heavy rain in shock. After a while, they found that the rain did not fall on them, and they seemed to be protected by something.

They forgot how they died. At this moment, they only saw the pagans in this city, the pagans who persecuted themselves, suffering terrible disasters under the pale rain. They were either excited or excited. Whether it was excitement, pity, or forgiveness, in short, they all began to praise grace and sing songs of praise, as if they had experienced nothing, and their bad luck and death were just an illusion.

Eden could hear the hymns of the true believers, but he knew that it was not the Lord who performed the miracles, but the King of Kings.

My King has resurrected almost all the dead true believers in this city, but allowed the vast majority of the pagans to suffer disaster and perish.

The resurrection of these people completely negates the significance of Eden's revenge...

Trembling thoughts spread throughout the body - if people can be resurrected from the dead, then what's the point of revenge? !

"Why are you doing this?!"

Eden's voice was hoarse.

There was no sound coming, and it seemed that he had not received a response, and it seemed that he already had an answer.

That scripture says...the righteous will have eternity.

As soon as he thought of something, Eden tried to deny it. He roared:

"You just did it on purpose, you were just playing with me!"

His roar only received a cold response.

“I have already spoken, the righteous will have eternity.”

As the words fell, Eden shuddered.

That revenge... is meaningless...

His revenge is no longer revenge, because the true believers have not been persecuted at all. Maybe even they themselves no longer feel that they are being persecuted. Their resurrection is destined, and their revenge is just to pour out their own selfish desires.

"You are similar to me."

As these words fell again, the aura surrounding Eden became stronger and stronger.

"You can also see that the world is full of dead flesh."

The voice did not come from the outside world, but from the bottom of Eden's heart.

Eden suddenly remembered something.

The female holy servant Nelas once told herself,

"You are approaching His messenger."

At that time... I thought I was hiding it well.

But I miscalculated. I was really getting closer, not only towards His messenger, but also towards Him.

It seems that I am getting farther and farther away from paganism, but I am getting closer and closer to the King of Kings!

"Look at this world filled with dead flesh. You have witnessed good and evil, and you hate evil as much as you hate it."

"I see you and you see me. We are already one."

Those voices contained an indescribable divine magic, pushing Eden to look directly at everything he was doing, and the aura surrounded him.

The sky seemed to be glowing with countless rays of light. Iden raised his head and saw someone shrouded in light.

He seemed to be leading Eden, leading him, leading him to the throne.

"You are...the chosen one."

"You are the judge! You are the godlike one!"

In this world, there are two godlike beings.

One was Silas, and the other was Solamius, the archangel and later the king of angels.

The four holy servants who witnessed this scene clasped their hands and knelt down in the celestial kingdom to welcome the arrival of the gods.

In their ears, there seemed to be distant and sacred words,

"He has all the qualifications to ascend to the throne."

Iden stared at the throne, the vast brilliance of the sky enveloped him, everything was like a passing cloud, countless people rose and fell, countless gods rose and fell, time was no longer a movement, but a static thing.

That presence seemed to have become one with him.

Eden stood in front of the throne, stretched out his hand and touched the words on it. At this moment, he seemed to understand everything.

The priest's vision has never been as broad as it is at this moment. In front of that throne, it seems that all truths are revealed, like light breaking through the clouds, even the secrets that are difficult for even the gods to understand are like white paper stained with water. Easily penetrated.

Tens of thousands of histories seemed to be concentrated in one picture scroll, presented before Eden's eyes, and he read them all at a glance. He is Iden, but not only Iden, but also an existence that comes out of the spirit of God. He is the head of the archangel of the holy kingdom. He is the thousand-year prophet Solamus. He once blew the trumpet to let the kingdom of heaven come. , witnessing the resurrection of tens of thousands of people, and the power of God appeared at that time.

As he read the historical scrolls, endless memories came from the void in the darkness, crashing into Eden's mind. Suddenly, he seemed to have lost all sense of identification with Solamus, although he understood that he was the Millennium Prophet Solamius. However, they are completely different. The Millennium Prophet is the head of the archangel, and he is just a mortal. The Millennium Prophet will forgive sins, but he hates evil. The Millennium Prophet denies the difference between good and evil, but he thinks that the world is In the confrontation between the Holy Spirit and the evil spirits, they even have different genders. The Millennium Prophet is "she" in the scriptures, but he is "he"!

She has never experienced any obstacles, but she has gone through hardships and experienced hardships!

He is her antonym!

At this time, the rain in Sin City became heavier and heavier, hurricanes swept through the city, dark clouds descended, and the whole world was trembling. Eden stared at the picture with all his concentration, never looking back for a moment.

At this moment, Eden saw in the scroll that there were two godlike beings in the world. No matter which one they were, they were enough to ascend the throne and become the king of kings. The second half of the scroll came to the present, and he saw division. The separation between himself and Solamius, in this prophecy book that seemed to record all history, the former head of the archangel gradually disappeared. At that last moment, he saw the throne shining brightly, as if to Devour him, cover him, all times have come, all days are fulfilled!

At the end of the scroll,

This string of writing fell down:

[When you decide to cut off your dead flesh for the world, you have become the king of my kings. 】

Eden stood in the light, with only the throne and the inscription on it in front of him.

"I am the King of Kings!"

At this moment, Iden finally realized that the King of Kings had become himself and Solamus.

that's…

A real miracle!

　All the foreshadowing can finally be revealed.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)