savior epic

Chapter 280 Touching Divinity

Overnight, heretics gathered from all directions in the city. Some of them held iron forks, some held daggers, and some picked up a long wooden stick by the side of the road. Then gathered hundreds of heretics.

They guarded their leader, Priest Harun, who was thin and short, with knuckles so white that they seemed to be piercing his skin, but his face was tall nonetheless.

"Those hypocritical nobles and rich people, let them be destroyed, together with the magnificent old church!"

Harlan stood on the high platform and declared loudly,
"Judgment is coming, their gold will be turned into useless ashes, the end is coming, everyone must die, but after this, we will surely go to the kingdom of heaven!"

"Think about it, good people and righteous people who believe in our king, our ancestors lost their homeland, our lecture hall was destroyed by Lauren, and now we are poor and suffering from the persecution of those true believers!
Are all these encounters because we are the believers of our king, the king, and we are guilty?Do they deserve to be persecuted?
I have to tell you that evil will not be persecuted, evil will only be violent, and only goodness and righteousness will be persecuted by evil!
Smash the dome of the dull, and let judgment come!No one is bound but the law of our God! "

The cold wind was blowing like a knife, piercing through the shabby priest's robe. Harun was so arrogant and aloof, he angrily denounced the true believers with righteous words.

The heretics screamed up to the sky, with hot tears streaming from their eyes. They held up their weapons, and the rioting crowd followed Harlan's big hand and rushed straight to the Ring Cathedral.

Paganism is organized and riots are waged among the Saints of Metropolis.

Above the Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds, Chen Yi's eyes fell on another place.

He stood up abruptly from his throne.

That divine gaze pierced through the layers of clouds and mist, and landed directly in the celestial body kingdom.

He saw among the distant stars, Venakana witnessing her tragic future.

"Rebecca Lord of Destiny"

God gazes at Rebecca beside Vinakana, who is like a poisonous snake, luring Vinakana step by step to the truth of the world.

Among the stars, Rebecca seemed to notice something.

She turned her head slightly, and the family of fate noticed a distant gaze.

Suddenly, the quiet and beautiful night sky distorted.

Rebecca clasped her hands together, raised her head, and on her body made of gray mist, countless old bloody words of fate flowed. These words have the same origin as the words on the ancient scroll of fate!
When they fall on the ancient scrolls, they can write the fate of the world.

Rebecca's gray mist showed a sacred and ruthless brilliance, and then, from the depths of the bloody words of fate, a voice gushed out: "Isaiah!"

The voice did not come from Rebecca.

It comes from the Yin version of the ancient scroll of fate.

God raised his hand, His brows were frowned, and he had a premonition, He didn't hesitate anymore, and raised his hand to extinguish the lights of the divine bell tower.

A brilliant golden flame ignited from His hands, sparks fell and fell into the clouds, and in an instant, a thousand pillars of cloud sea ignited a raging fire, and the flame spread at an unimaginable speed until it extended to the kingdom of celestial bodies. No horizon.

The words that make up Rebecca's body are very cold and silent in the night sky, extending the merciless cold. They surged out with the voice of "Lord of Destiny", and grew rapidly under the sudden divine power.

Those ancient blood characters of fate were split into two, and the shallow characters on Gray Fog's body reached in front of Vinakana.

And in the depths of Gray Fog's body, the words of fate, which are close to "Lord of Destiny", cover the distance vigorously like a tidal wave.

The indifferent blood character of fate symbolizes the destiny arrangement on the ancient scroll, which is cold and big, overflowing with ancient brilliance.

One after another, the bloody characters of fate collided with the endless pure gold flames, and the entire celestial kingdom seemed to be hammered from the inside out. First, the night sky could be seen distorting, merging, and then bursting suddenly, and the supreme and holy voice resounded throughout the sky. Among the vast universe, the nearby stars were smashed by the aftermath of the collision one after another.

Those blood characters of fate, enough to write ancient scrolls, temporarily stopped the flame of pure gold.

In front of Vinakana, suddenly appeared a vast and majestic road.

It is paved inch by inch with pale and gray words. If someone can decipher those words, when he holds the ancient scroll of fate in his hand, it will be enough to see the fate of everything in the world.

On the right side of the princess is her future self, shed all her silver and blood, in a miserable situation of being alone and suffering.

On the left side of Venakana, there is no great good or evil, the highest and most holy path of divinity, and the far end reveals the truth of the world.

"Don't doubt the real god, you can only trust the Lord of Destiny!"

The words on Rebecca's body were pulled away step by step, the deep ones rushed towards the mighty flame, and the shallow ones paved steps leading to the truth of the world.

"Are you going to die for a false gospel?!"

Rebecca's hoarse cry, Muran, shocked Vinakana. Faced with the misery of the millennium, she would be lonely and afraid.

"As the sky is higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than the ways of men."

Vinakana murmured in a daze, and her feet quietly stepped on the steps of the road.

At this moment, Rebecca revealed to her the vision of the future.

St. Vinacana, who was tortured by the soul of the dead, opened her eyelids slightly for no reason.

The saint in the scene seems to have noticed something.She looked at a night sky, and the dead souls around her boiled up, looking for an opportunity to devour her.

St. Vinacana just shook her head slightly, then closed her eyes again, and calmed down.

The princess stared straight at the path leading to the heights, she was too focused to notice St. Vinacana's glimpse.

Vinakana stepped up, slowly folded her hands together, and was about to lower her head.

Behind her, the words in Rebecca's gray fog body are not endless.

The words of destiny in the depths tried their best to cover up the flame of pure gold. At first, they wanted to extinguish the fire from the sea of ​​clouds, but the brilliance of the flame far exceeded the arrangement of the "Lord of Destiny".

After the Yangben of the Ancient Scroll of Destiny was broken, the "Lord of Destiny" who lost the kingdom of God can hardly be called a complete god.

Although it is high and holy, it has lost half of its essence. As the end of all things, it has lost its beginning.

The words that formed the gray mist gradually burned in the fire, and Rebecca's illusory face gradually revealed the calm of martyrdom, because her fate was written in the ancient scrolls. If she died, the "Lord of Destiny" would have the right to stand side, God with him.

Vinakana walked up the ladder paved with blood letters of fate step by step. Her heart beat uncomfortably at first, but then slowly calmed down. As the calmness spread throughout her body, the calmness evolved into a kind of indifference.

Behind the princess, the flames became a sea of ​​flames, and she tried her best to get close to her, trying to bring her back from the truth of the world.

The text in Rebecca's body is like a flash of light, like the overwhelming waves on the sea, delaying the spread of the flame.

Vinakana is still on the road to the truth of the world, and whether she moves forward or not depends on her own will.

No god can disturb her at this moment.

Therefore, Vinakana looked up at the end of the steps, and the future vision of loneliness and suffering gradually moved away from her.

The memory of Vinakana reappeared in her eyes as she walked upwards.

She was originally the princess of the Holy City. Among the ancestors of the family, the second generation received the reward from the King of Our Kings, and the third generation brought the gospel of salvation from heaven.
This family that has been passed down for hundreds of years is different from all the nations and families on the earth, and it is higher than those that have been annihilated in history.

Now, I, the last generation to bear the curse, will also be detached from fate.

"For my ways are higher than yours."

When these words fell, Vinakana seemed to confirm her belief in fate.

In that instant, the brilliance of that path flourishes.

On both sides of the road, more scenes are revealed.

One is that the earliest pope took over the decree of the Lord God and announced loudly that he would lead the entire spiritual world.

Once, the sons of the gods came down to the world. As a prophet, he canonized the saints for the Lord. Among the saints who were devout to God, prophets were born again. At that time, the world persecuted them and killed them. Later, the world again adore them.

One is in the snow and ice, the path under the Blessed One's feet becomes narrower and narrower, until a narrow gate is revealed in front of him.

There is a bottomless and endless abyss, with gusts of gloomy wind, and a supremely lofty voice proclaiming to a woman, let her jump into it, even if she will be smashed to pieces.

One has a tall body standing on top of all nations. He gives alms and preaches, declaring that his Lord has borne all the sufferings for the world.

One is an upward, pale staircase paved with words. A princess raised her head and slowly ascended, with the boundless golden fire behind her.

There is an invisible road in front of Vinakana, and she is slowly stepping up one step after another, stripping away bits and pieces of humanity.

When approaching the end, Vinakana suddenly saw the two sides of the stairs, each with brilliance, and the immortal gods of each were weeping, and the god-like figures came to life three times and died three times.

On both sides of the ladder are the scenes of fate recorded in the Yin Book of the Ancient Scroll of Fate.

Wenakana walked through these, and the people in the world in her memory suddenly became pitifully small.

Life is like a mayfly, and everything is like a shoe.
Sometimes they are happy, sometimes sad, sometimes lonely, sometimes happy. The tears they shed can turn into deep valleys, and their smiles can fill the stars in the sky.

However, in Venakana's situation, no one can see the meaning of these things.

Vinakana didn't find any meaning.

In the eternal and unchanging truth of the world, they were born, they died, and everything is fulfilling the records in the ancient scroll of destiny, and unknowingly, it goes smoothly according to the arrangement of the "Lord of Destiny".

In divinity, what is the difference between happiness and suffering?
What is the difference between the living and the dead?

Momentary happiness and momentary misery are the unavoidable fate of people in the world. God's love is not everywhere, but His arrangement can be everywhere, and it should be everywhere.

The good must die, the evil must die, the lucky must die, the unfortunate must die, the short-lived must die, and the long-lived must die.

In this vast world, everything will eventually be born, and everything will eventually pass away. It is the fate that everything can't escape, and the shackles that can't break free.

No one can turn the valley of weeping into a fountain, no one can turn mourning into dancing, no one's sackcloth can be transformed into a robe of gold.

Poor in spirit, meek, compassionate, pure in heart, faith, peacemaker, persecuted for righteousness' sake.
And mourning.
Nothing is truly blessed!

Because God's arrangements were made long before eternity!

The world begs for faith, begs for mercy, begs for hope.
All are pathetic and useless acts, which they foolishly passed on to their children and grandchildren from generation to generation.

Vinakana stared blankly at the end of the brilliance, the truth of the world is destiny, it is pre-determined, it is cold and ruthless, it is endless indifference.

Earthly truths are near at hand.

She reached out and touched divinity.

In the Holy City, the voices of the heretics piled up one after another. They broke through the blockade of the guards and hanged these overwhelmed true believers from the eaves everywhere.

The Ring Cathedral is located in the inner city, which is the city within the city built by Blessed Luke in the past.

"Let the supreme judgment come, our destiny has already been written by God!"

Harlan was surrounded by the crowd, he cursed the true believers loudly, and announced that the judgment was coming.

Persecuted and discriminated against by the true believers, the heretics stormed the gates of the inner city full of anger, and they spread the contempt of the dull people to the King of the King.

Even so, the gates of the inner city will never be opened even if the sun rises with a crude sword and a slashing of a farm implement.
But Harlan still vowed that under God's care, the gates of the city would be opened.

The heathen hacking for half an hour after another was getting nowhere, and gradually subsided, and they unwittingly had a trace of doubt.

Soon, the trace of suspicion quickly spread, and some heretics calmed down, feeling uneasy and panicked.

Harlan was still confident.

He was embraced by the crowd, chanted scriptures, and loudly begged for God's favor.

After half a sound, the gate of the city opened slowly from the inside to the outside amidst the sound of scriptures.

Harlan stopped chanting and shouted loudly, the King of Kings.

The heretics did not know the reason for it, and they took it as a miracle, as a favor from the King of Kings and a punishment for the foolish.

As a result, their fanaticism was aroused by thousands of waves, and a trace of doubt disappeared. Not only that, but because they had doubts, the city gate opened wide at this moment further strengthened their confidence.

Only Harun and a few others knew that it was the Prince's assistance.

The pagans chanted the holy name of our king, their eyes were full of anger. While they smashed the buildings of the true believers, they flocked to the spiritual symbol of the entire holy city.

Harlan stood on a high place in the square, staring into the distance.

All his deeds today are to confirm the words written by the king of my king on the Yin version of the ancient scroll of destiny.

All for the First Judgment to come.

"No one can stop the coming of judgment, and there is no other god who can be more supreme than the king of my king!"

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