savior epic
Chapter 149 Everything He Asks
Chapter 149 Everything He Asks
Babak cursed fiercely at the person he met yesterday.
For this reason, as a priest, he even hastily prayed routinely. Instead, he placed the "Passion" in front of the candlestick, and spent all his time cursing those who destroyed his sermon yesterday.
"Our beloved Lord of Suffering, your humble and most humble servant, Babak, implore you, bring down your divine punishment, and use suffering to test the one who destroys my preaching!"
Babak knelt on the ground, prayed and cursed at the same time, and kowtowed his head to the "Passion" after every three sentences.
"Our beloved Lord of Suffering, the Lord who bears the misery of the world, the humble servant who is favored by you begs you, send down your great miracle, and use suffering to test the lamb who destroys my preaching. He is deeply lost and cannot extricate himself!"
Babak recited words, and then recited the scriptures of "Passion".
"The prophet Madr passed on his words, and he said to the king: 'Our Lord said: both the sword and the plowshare must be laid down, and under affliction, the sword becomes the plowshare, and the plowshare becomes the sword.'"
He continued to chant like this, cursing continuously.
After a long curse, Babak folded his palms together and prayed three more times towards the Passion.
Then Babak stood up and performed the curse, he did not open the eyes of spiritual vision, and did not perform other rituals.
"The prophet Madr also said to the king: Only pure prayer can win His mercy."
Babak couldn't help chanting the scriptures.
In fact, he has done more than one curse like this.
It's a pity that maybe his reverence is not enough to move the gods, and every time he curses the object is still alive and kicking.
"That damned Keshi, you can tell he's a true believer at a glance, those stupid people." Babak stomped his feet and cursed, he had a deeper impression on this person than ever before.
At the beginning of the birth of the Temple of Misery, it was inevitably influenced by various beliefs, including the Giant King Sect, so they sometimes called the true believers stupid.
After cursing again, Babak planned to open the door and go out to find his sister and brother-in-law.
Suddenly, Babak felt unprecedented pressure on his body.
He was stunned, and his eyes couldn't help but close.
Babak trembled and murmured, "Impossible, impossible. Dear Lord of Suffering?"
Then, he wanted to raise his head.
But the head was pressed to the ground by the eyes of the gods.
Really. Lord of Suffering? !
Babak's brain almost stopped spinning, and after a long time, tears flowed from his eyes.
I was finally favored by the Lord of Suffering!
"Lord, beloved Lord of Suffering, the great you are finally willing to cast a glance on your humble believer!"
He didn't dare to raise his head. He was only an ordinary priest, so how dare he look at the gods with his eyes.
"O great Lord of Suffering."
Before Babak recited the scriptures.
He spoke.
"Why should I promise you?"
Babak was stunned.
He suddenly regretted that after more than ten years of self-cultivation, he finally met the Lord of Suffering just to curse one person
"No, no, the Lord of suffering who traded with fate, I beg you not to punish that lost lamb." Babak said incoherently, "I beg you to ease the suffering I was destined to suffer. I beg you to let me To spread your scriptures lightly in the world, as for the lost lamb who blasphemes you, he is really insignificant."
With extremely humble and tactful words, Babak begged for wealth and other things that the world yearns for.
The Shanbu man lowered his head lower by himself, clinging to the cold ground.
"Why is he insignificant?"
Babak was startled by these words, his hands and feet were suddenly cold.
"Lord, I don't know how to answer you, great Lord of Suffering, I"
Babak looked flustered.
Then, Babak raised his head abruptly, and hit the ground again, spilling blood, and humbly said: "Lord, I am the lost lamb, ignorant and unaware, please use your great wisdom, Wake up to me who is even more stupid than a stupid person."
Babak didn't raise his head, but he could sense that, higher than his own head, stood the throne of the Lord, and the great Lord of Suffering was sitting there, dressed in a pitch-black robe, casting a tall and majestic shadow along with his gaze.
"I'll tell you now,"
Babak immediately pressed his head down and pressed his lips to the ground.
"He looked me in the eye and was chosen by me, the Emmanuel, the Messiah, the Messiah."
Emmanuel, Messiah, Messiah
Babak didn't understand these words he had never heard before, but the Shanbu man clearly knew that the object of his curse was the one chosen by the Lord of Suffering.
"Whatever he asks, you will do."
After the voice fell behind, the aura of the gods gradually faded away.
Babak stood up tremblingly, then knelt down again, and prayed to the "Passion" several times in a row. Then, he stood up with trembling legs, and then slapped the back of his head belatedly, facing yesterday In the direction of the tavern, he made a few more prayers, only one less than the one he gave to the Passion.
Above the Sea of Thousand Pillars of Clouds.
Chen Yi occupies the throne.
The manifestation just now consumed a little light from the illusory clock tower.
"A believer like this," Chen Yi raised his chin, and said to himself with a smile, "maybe he can easily change his belief with just one shock, even if I reprimand the "Passion" loudly, he probably won't doubt it. "
You don't even need to perform the so-called miracle yourself.
"miracle."
Chen Yi remembered that in the heyday of the flourishing of the true religion, the miracles that appeared in history were divided into numbers one to seven, and most of the last-level gods and gods who were relegated to spirit bodies were numbered one to two, while three The number four is the interval for the manifestation of the secondary gods, and the number five and six is the interval for the miracles of the fifteen elder gods who first witnessed the birth of the main god among the gods. Angels and angels, because their authority is all given by the main god, therefore It is also divided into five and six.
And the number seven is a transcendent number that surpasses all numbers, and all the miracles of the main god are regarded as the number seven.
Chen Yi remembered the scriptures and stories, but she hadn't noticed them before, but now that she recalled them again, she knew that most of the miracles of the main god had powers that were superior to other gods and the beliefs of other religions.
For example, bring the dead back from the hell of the god of death and resurrect them, and the god of death has no knowledge.
It's as if Hell is the main god, not the god of death.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi's eyes fell on the lecture hall where Lomea was.
Chen Yi saw the usual scene inside, and understood that the seminary had been included under the guise of holy objects.
"Lomea"
A pagan spirit.
Maybe she will become her own angel?
Chen Yi smiled and shook her head.
My lover, how many times did she go through a lot of shocks before she converted to herself?
Does she have to witness miracles with her own eyes before she is willing to follow herself wholeheartedly?
I have inspiration. But how much of my inspiration is left to consume.
(End of this chapter)
Babak cursed fiercely at the person he met yesterday.
For this reason, as a priest, he even hastily prayed routinely. Instead, he placed the "Passion" in front of the candlestick, and spent all his time cursing those who destroyed his sermon yesterday.
"Our beloved Lord of Suffering, your humble and most humble servant, Babak, implore you, bring down your divine punishment, and use suffering to test the one who destroys my preaching!"
Babak knelt on the ground, prayed and cursed at the same time, and kowtowed his head to the "Passion" after every three sentences.
"Our beloved Lord of Suffering, the Lord who bears the misery of the world, the humble servant who is favored by you begs you, send down your great miracle, and use suffering to test the lamb who destroys my preaching. He is deeply lost and cannot extricate himself!"
Babak recited words, and then recited the scriptures of "Passion".
"The prophet Madr passed on his words, and he said to the king: 'Our Lord said: both the sword and the plowshare must be laid down, and under affliction, the sword becomes the plowshare, and the plowshare becomes the sword.'"
He continued to chant like this, cursing continuously.
After a long curse, Babak folded his palms together and prayed three more times towards the Passion.
Then Babak stood up and performed the curse, he did not open the eyes of spiritual vision, and did not perform other rituals.
"The prophet Madr also said to the king: Only pure prayer can win His mercy."
Babak couldn't help chanting the scriptures.
In fact, he has done more than one curse like this.
It's a pity that maybe his reverence is not enough to move the gods, and every time he curses the object is still alive and kicking.
"That damned Keshi, you can tell he's a true believer at a glance, those stupid people." Babak stomped his feet and cursed, he had a deeper impression on this person than ever before.
At the beginning of the birth of the Temple of Misery, it was inevitably influenced by various beliefs, including the Giant King Sect, so they sometimes called the true believers stupid.
After cursing again, Babak planned to open the door and go out to find his sister and brother-in-law.
Suddenly, Babak felt unprecedented pressure on his body.
He was stunned, and his eyes couldn't help but close.
Babak trembled and murmured, "Impossible, impossible. Dear Lord of Suffering?"
Then, he wanted to raise his head.
But the head was pressed to the ground by the eyes of the gods.
Really. Lord of Suffering? !
Babak's brain almost stopped spinning, and after a long time, tears flowed from his eyes.
I was finally favored by the Lord of Suffering!
"Lord, beloved Lord of Suffering, the great you are finally willing to cast a glance on your humble believer!"
He didn't dare to raise his head. He was only an ordinary priest, so how dare he look at the gods with his eyes.
"O great Lord of Suffering."
Before Babak recited the scriptures.
He spoke.
"Why should I promise you?"
Babak was stunned.
He suddenly regretted that after more than ten years of self-cultivation, he finally met the Lord of Suffering just to curse one person
"No, no, the Lord of suffering who traded with fate, I beg you not to punish that lost lamb." Babak said incoherently, "I beg you to ease the suffering I was destined to suffer. I beg you to let me To spread your scriptures lightly in the world, as for the lost lamb who blasphemes you, he is really insignificant."
With extremely humble and tactful words, Babak begged for wealth and other things that the world yearns for.
The Shanbu man lowered his head lower by himself, clinging to the cold ground.
"Why is he insignificant?"
Babak was startled by these words, his hands and feet were suddenly cold.
"Lord, I don't know how to answer you, great Lord of Suffering, I"
Babak looked flustered.
Then, Babak raised his head abruptly, and hit the ground again, spilling blood, and humbly said: "Lord, I am the lost lamb, ignorant and unaware, please use your great wisdom, Wake up to me who is even more stupid than a stupid person."
Babak didn't raise his head, but he could sense that, higher than his own head, stood the throne of the Lord, and the great Lord of Suffering was sitting there, dressed in a pitch-black robe, casting a tall and majestic shadow along with his gaze.
"I'll tell you now,"
Babak immediately pressed his head down and pressed his lips to the ground.
"He looked me in the eye and was chosen by me, the Emmanuel, the Messiah, the Messiah."
Emmanuel, Messiah, Messiah
Babak didn't understand these words he had never heard before, but the Shanbu man clearly knew that the object of his curse was the one chosen by the Lord of Suffering.
"Whatever he asks, you will do."
After the voice fell behind, the aura of the gods gradually faded away.
Babak stood up tremblingly, then knelt down again, and prayed to the "Passion" several times in a row. Then, he stood up with trembling legs, and then slapped the back of his head belatedly, facing yesterday In the direction of the tavern, he made a few more prayers, only one less than the one he gave to the Passion.
Above the Sea of Thousand Pillars of Clouds.
Chen Yi occupies the throne.
The manifestation just now consumed a little light from the illusory clock tower.
"A believer like this," Chen Yi raised his chin, and said to himself with a smile, "maybe he can easily change his belief with just one shock, even if I reprimand the "Passion" loudly, he probably won't doubt it. "
You don't even need to perform the so-called miracle yourself.
"miracle."
Chen Yi remembered that in the heyday of the flourishing of the true religion, the miracles that appeared in history were divided into numbers one to seven, and most of the last-level gods and gods who were relegated to spirit bodies were numbered one to two, while three The number four is the interval for the manifestation of the secondary gods, and the number five and six is the interval for the miracles of the fifteen elder gods who first witnessed the birth of the main god among the gods. Angels and angels, because their authority is all given by the main god, therefore It is also divided into five and six.
And the number seven is a transcendent number that surpasses all numbers, and all the miracles of the main god are regarded as the number seven.
Chen Yi remembered the scriptures and stories, but she hadn't noticed them before, but now that she recalled them again, she knew that most of the miracles of the main god had powers that were superior to other gods and the beliefs of other religions.
For example, bring the dead back from the hell of the god of death and resurrect them, and the god of death has no knowledge.
It's as if Hell is the main god, not the god of death.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi's eyes fell on the lecture hall where Lomea was.
Chen Yi saw the usual scene inside, and understood that the seminary had been included under the guise of holy objects.
"Lomea"
A pagan spirit.
Maybe she will become her own angel?
Chen Yi smiled and shook her head.
My lover, how many times did she go through a lot of shocks before she converted to herself?
Does she have to witness miracles with her own eyes before she is willing to follow herself wholeheartedly?
I have inspiration. But how much of my inspiration is left to consume.
(End of this chapter)
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