savior epic

Chapter 263 History Gone
Chen Yi opened her eyes.

He already knew that Lauren and Luke had passed away.

God stared at the kingdom on the earth, and after a long time, he let out a leisurely sigh.

Roren and Luke, both of them have their own destinations, and they acted according to their own wishes. The statues of the gods who were sacrificed have been smashed, and they will gradually be out of sight of the true religion world for a long time. However, the icon was erected again, and Lauren and Luke, intentionally or unintentionally, shaped it to be fearsome and superior.

God lowered his eyes slightly.

He couldn't help recalling why so many true believers converted to paganism when the judgment of the King of Kings came, and finally overthrew Wilfred's rule.

Because judgment will inevitably come, and before this, the world has been domesticated by the fear of gods, and gods are high in their eyes and cannot be offended.

Justified by faith, justified by works, faith is exalted, works are neglected.

Everyone has only faith.

Doing good deeds is meaningless until you take refuge.

And what the Juwang Sect wants to do is precisely the unswerving faith until death.

The King of My Kings is precisely the indifferent, lofty Absolute God.

What Roren and Luke are doing now seems to be paving the way for the coming of the trial.

When the judgment comes, the world's fear of the gods will flourish again and again,
At the moment of despair, Saint Harun raised his left hand in the rain, preached to the pagans in a simple and peaceful way, and climbed to the peak,
"Everything is but the road to the teaching of judgment, and St. Vinacana is only the forerunner of the King of Kings."

Chen Yi was silent, looking at the cold and windy northern land.

Maybe I thought wrong, all these worldly affairs should not be handed over to the world.

Maybe I should perform a miracle with my own hands, and manifest myself to the mortal world to reverse the direction of fate.
"No, it's not. The king of my king should use the yin book of the ancient scroll of fate to send down judgment. Even if he manifests himself in the mortal world, he may not be able to reverse that fate."

The god raised his forehead and rested his arms on the throne.

And if I really do this and intervene in the world with miracles on a large scale, then I will inevitably walk into divinity.

That's not what I expected.

His gaze rested on Luke's body buried in the snow.

Blessed Luke, before dying, with all his thoughts, told the mysteries hidden in the beliefs of the world, passed down through the ages.

Man is the measure of all things.

And the Lord is the measure of man.

The question that has been haunting Chen Yi has been answered at this moment.

It turns out that in the eyes of the world, I am also the measure of good and evil.

The god withdrew his gaze from the earth and looked at the divine bell tower above the sea of ​​clouds with thousands of pillars.

What should I do.
In order to reverse the fate of the ancient holy capital being judged, and save the world from the pale rain
"Fate?"

Chen Yi said softly.

He learned that old saying from Luke.

Isaiah.

Chen Yi turned her eyes to the ground again, and looked at Luke's widow, Suo Da's eldest daughter—Princess Vahali.

Years passed, and although she was not yet old, she was still no longer young.

I don't know which day in the past, Princess Vahali learned the old saying "fate" from her husband, and passed the old saying on to her son despite Luke's objection.

The old saying "destiny" has thus been passed down in their blood.

God can see that this ancient saying "destiny" will eventually be passed on to a child named Vinakana along the memory of generations.

Chen Yi silently looked at Vahali's son, who was married and gave birth to healthy children with his wife.

He looked at these ancestors of St. Vinacana, and for some reason, He had a little more hope for the child born hundreds of years later.

Before turning over the broken pages of the Yang version of the ancient scroll, God had many doubts about her, and was curious again and again.

Why is she the last living saint, and how to understand the truth of heaven and earth.

When the silver blood is shed, what kind of peaceful face will appear on her increasingly pale face, God longs to know why she abandoned the mortal body, even though there is all kinds of pain there, she still goes to the love of righteousness without hesitation.

The god closed his eyes slightly, and he was looking forward to St. Vinakana.

Perhaps, with the help of Venakana, I can save the ancient holy city from the millennium trial.

I can also understand from her whether we should really leave the world to the wishes of the world.

She is the last living saint who shed silver blood to save the ancient holy capital. The true believers of later generations built the holy city named Baiyinkana in her name.

That holy city caused countless wars. His uncle Raymond lost his life there, and Father Christopher, who was in charge of Silver Blood, went to heaven there.

Time passed along the faint thoughts of God.

On the land, the New Kingdom of Leidun, which spans the southern land and the northern land, has changed hands several times over the long years, and the descendants of Laurent have taken off their crowns.

The new king was crowned by the Pope, exalted the latter's oracle, and declared that his authority was also granted by God.

But the ruthless years will eventually bury the glory, and the new king will age in an instant, like King Loren who brought the gospel, slowly swallowing his last strength in the confession.

The new king became the old king, and a new king came to the throne, and civil wars for the throne broke out from time to time.

In order to demonstrate that their authority is granted by God, each king must fight against the pagans, ruthlessly plunder and conquer the pagan lands, until they accept the humiliating peace talks and baptize and convert.

The era of the ancient kingdom has passed away in the years, and it will never return. Many great achievements have been forgotten, and only a few memorable legends and epics have been condensed.

During the period, there were many kings with great talents and great plans.

He is wise and greedy, asking for more from the Lord, asking for more, he is eager for God's grace in this world.

After years of begging in vain,
"I will break his images and destroy his churches."

The king cursed angrily.

God never cared,
He ignored the king who was crowned by the Pope like his ancestors.

No one will tell the king,

Thousands of years later, the entire vast northern land will be judged by the King of Our Kings.

And when God promised them the day of salvation, such grace was enough.

Hundreds of years are fleeting.

The southerners who immigrated to the northern land adapted to the cold wind of the northern land, and the Leidun people also adapted to the existence of the southerners. Under the cohesion of the same belief, the two gradually blended. They intermarried and accepted each other's customs intentionally or unconsciously. Hundreds of years later, except for the difference in Xiao Xu's habits, outsiders will not be able to tell the difference between them.

One day, someone saw a huge and bright meteor falling from the night sky.

The true believers looked up at the dazzling brilliance, not knowing where a holy rumor arose first.

They said: That shooting star is the finger of the Lord.

As a result, the foundation of the Ring Cathedral was laid in the Holy City not long after.

(End of this chapter)