savior epic

Chapter 172

"I have nothing to do with him."

The old man's face froze with trembling.

"What, what does this mean?!" The old man turned Songzhu's hand sharply, and his throat moved up and down on his dry neck, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?!"

"I'm a true believer." Ignoring the boy's expression, Chen Yi said calmly, "I have nothing to do with your god."

"Stupid! So you are stupid!" The old man's voice suddenly became sharp, "How dare you say such disrespectful words! Damn it! How dare you!"

Then, the old man folded the beads into his hands, faced the holy picture, and prayed loudly: "My king, the judgment is coming, and the ignorant true believers still don't know how to repent, dancing wildly around the false icons. They are lost Lost direction, turning a blind eye to your will."

Chen Yi stepped forward.

The eyes of spiritual vision on the palm ignited pure golden flames.

Lomeard held his breath for a moment, not daring to say a word.

For some reason, she had an ominous premonition, feeling that what happened next was something she didn't want to see, and felt that the kindness in her heart was trembling faintly, as if she wanted to struggle.

Cenduil followed Chen Yi two steps forward, keeping an eye on the situation in the room.

Chen Yi faced the old man, whose pale and wrinkled face felt the light of the fire, it was so bright and warm.

The old man's almost collapsed face trembled slightly.

Chen Yi stared at him with a supreme and holy aura, sizing up the pagan in front of her.

"I'm here to save." Chen Yi repeated again.

The old man felt that there was something in the pure gold flame in front of him that made his faith tremble.

It was like the breath from the heaven mentioned in the scriptures.

He couldn't help feeling that the aura came from heaven, and immediately shook his head violently, suppressing the blasphemous thoughts in his heart.

"...A big lie, a big lie!" the old man screamed. "Only the King of Kings can save us, He alone can! He promised, not a fool like you! Go away, go back to the judgment, The dead soul will haunt you forever!"

Chen Yi looked at the old man coldly, seeing that after he finished speaking, he was about to hold the scriptures and start to recite the scriptures.

The old man seemed to be cursing Chen Yi with scriptures, despising Chen Yi.

The old man in front of him, just like his grandson, was completely unaware that he had already been reduced to a dead soul.

Their consciousness still stays thousands of years ago, and the dead souls maintain their appearance in life.

It's like a nice bubble.

So Chen Yi chose to puncture it.

"You are already a dead soul."

The voice fell to the ear, and the old man's whole body froze, like a dead body. He fell into great horror, and his eyes suddenly lost their focus.

"But I'm still here."

Chen Yi's words were flat and cruel.

The atmosphere stagnated, the faces of the old man and the boy froze, and their eyes widened.

The silence in the worship room lasted for a long time without a single sound.

until
Pale rainwater began to flow from the pores of the old man and the boy.

The boy hugged his head, and he squatted on the ground, howling and weeping in despair, like a wolf cub who lost his mother and was seriously injured, miserable and helpless.

And the old man at the side, his frail and broken body, underwent a frightening change.

"I suffer for you stupid people. Damn it, I suffer for you stupid people!"

The old man's voice became uncontrollable, distorted and full of resentment, his facial features became hideous, and his broken skin stretched towards the floor like melting ice and snow.

"You blasphemous blunts, damn you! Rivers of blood! Dead corpses!"

In the room, the old man's body gradually swelled, and the violent voice could not cover up the sound of bones breaking.

"It is because you have prevented His will from being carried out on earth that He will judge us together with you! When that day comes, you stupid people will live in misery forever, and we who obey the will every day will be saved in the end!"

Chen Yi's complexion was dull.

Facing the twisted and crazy monster in front of her eyes, Chen Yi remained motionless, the pure gold flame on her palm was burning.

That light is so beautiful.

With just one sentence, he defeated the heretics in front of him.

"I am not the messenger He said, so you will not be saved?"

This wriggling and growing monster felt cold all over its body.

On the huge body, the old man's frightened and bewildered eyes stared straight at Chen Yi.

The flame in his hand glowed with a golden color, so sacred and so warm, as if he could lead his soul to the heavenly kingdom just by raising his hand and touching it.

"Answer me." Chen Yi asked lightly: "To be saved, or not to be saved?"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man's bloated body collapsed instantly.

The body retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and tried its best to restore it to its original shape. When the old man's body became emaciated again, he suddenly fell to his knees.

The boy's wailing also stopped.

The old man raised his head in a daze, looked at the pure golden flame, pale tears flowed out, he said incoherently: "You are lying to me, you are lying to me! Big lie, big lie! You stupid people... don't know that we should wait Judgment? How can a man ignore the riches in heaven because of the riches on earth?"

Chen Yi opened her arms, looked at the poor pagan old man, and asked, "What are you still holding on to?"

Even though Chen Yi already knew the old man's choice, she still asked the question like this.

The old man's jaw was open and stuck, he stared at the pure gold flame in Chen Yi's palm.

He wept bitterly, lowered his head, and murmured involuntarily: "My king, when will your judgment end, and when will our suffering end."

Cenduil watched all this, shook his head, and said softly: "Lord, he is so stupid, he doesn't want to recognize you."

The old man's face was so unbearable.

He was prostrate on the ground, with no strength in his limbs.

"To be saved, or not to be saved?"

Chen Yi still asked like this.

With trembling hands, the old man barely propped his body up from the floor.

From his dry throat, a hoarse voice came out with difficulty.

"Since you are not the messenger he said," the old man raised his body slowly, losing strength and said, "then go, I cannot be saved."

Lomea, who witnessed all this, couldn't bear it any longer, and asked tremblingly, "Why...why?"

"Because He is infallible." The old man raised the chanting beads in his hand and said reverently.

Afterwards, the old man's eyes gradually recovered, and he turned his face away, no longer facing the pure gold flame.

"I won't recognize you."

Chen Yi slowly put away the pure gold flame.

"Remember, you rejected it."

The boy got up from the floor, he looked at the old man, then at Chen Yi, for a moment, an unspeakable loss appeared on his immature face.

The child moved his limbs and crawled to the side of the old man.

Chen Yi turned around, walked down the stairs step by step, and left the three-story house.

Their figures are gone.

Facing the scriptures, the old man turned his chanting beads.

The entire worship room was silent, only the Song beads were colliding softly.

"Hamzai" for a long time, the old man spoke softly.

The boy beside him raised his head and looked at grandpa in a little confusion.

"Vina Kana's blood, I will give it to you now, you take it, and go find that person with your mother."

".Grandpa, grandpa?"

Hamzai looked at his grandfather in disbelief.

"Go and recognize him." The old man spat out these words.

Not long after, the boy named Hamzai left with a bottle of bloody water.

The old man walked up the stairs slowly and returned to the worship room.

In the empty worship room, he stood for an unknown how long.

The old man raised his withered hands and picked up the scriptures again.

As he has done for thousands of years, the old man slid his Adam's apple, faced the holy picture, knelt slowly on the cushion, recited the scriptures softly, twirled the beads, and begged with his god.

The voice was long and indifferent.

"The demagogue,

You said you would promise me earthly riches,

Don't I know that's a big lie?

Don't I know that the King of Kings has promised riches in heaven to the world? "

The old man paused for a moment, then read with tears,
"Don't you see the strength in our stillness?"

　Resume the double update next Tuesday, and then try the third update!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)