List of strange talismans

Chapter 109

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The fireworks are floating in the sun, and the debris is dyed golden.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the boy with black hair and black pupils slowly walked out of the library gate.

With a cat in his arms and a backpack on his shoulders, he looked like a worker who had just returned home from a dusty construction site with his dirty clothes.

The believers of the Heavenly Father who gathered hundreds of meters away wanted to give a warm welcome to the hero of the sect who endured humiliation.Seeing that Zhongwei Guangzheng's expected hero turned out to be like this, he fell silent before speaking.

Such a embarrassed hero makes it difficult to express everyone's admiration.

Believers often think that everything they believe in is beautiful. They cannot accept that heroes become dirty migrant workers, just like they cannot accept that God does not care about them.

They are only excited and cheering for something that meets their expectations, just like Ye Gong loves dragons.

There was a whisper in the square soon, accompanied by doubts.

Gerald smiled even more.

pouloo.

The red carpet rolled forward under the control of the power of consciousness, paving a long road in front of him to the library gate.

Representing the resurrection of the Heavenly Father, the Baixing Kingdom religious classical music [No.17: Resurrection] slowly sounded.

Amidst the magnificent chanting, Geraint walked forward and nodded towards Gu Xiuya.

Gu Xiuya bowed his head in return, and stepped down the steps. The movements of the two parties were almost the same. In a solemn atmosphere, they walked to the center of the square and faced each other close to each other.

With a smile in his eyes, Geraint drew an inverted pentagram pattern on his chest, and said, "Welcome home, my brother."

Gu Xiuya followed his actions and replied, "My honor."

"You have worked so hard for so many years."

Maybe it's because religious people are thick and dark. When Geraint said this, his expression was in place, his eyes were full of apology, and there was no sense of posturing at all.

Gu Xiuya didn't say anything, but returned with a slightly sad smile.

Geraint sighed, and took the initiative to hold Gu Xiuya's hand.

Gu Xiuya's expression changed.

Gelan pulled Gu Xiuya to turn around, faced the camera, and shouted: "Brothers and sisters taught by the Heavenly Father, let us welcome the heroes home!"

The crowd fell silent for a brief moment, and cheered for Geraint's personal prestige.

Countless cameras flickered, and the picture was fixed on the palms of the two interlocking fingers, announcing this short but meaningful meeting to the world through the media.

Geraint kept smiling and looked at the camera until the reporters all raised their hands to signal him, then he restrained his smile and his face gradually became indifferent.

He waved his hand, and the reporters quickly left one after another, and the believers also dispersed under the guidance of their pastors. In the blink of an eye, the Cultural Square returned to an empty appearance again.

Only as far as the eye can see, some real spectators can be vaguely seen, looking outside the cordon set up by the investigators.

Obviously, this is a well-prepared show, the purpose is only to guide the enthusiasm of public opinion belonging to Gu Xiuya to the heavenly father.

As for the so-called heroes...

"Come on, my brother, I'll take you home."

Geraint spoke lightly, with a flash of coldness in his eyes.

He picked up Gu Xiuya with one hand and walked towards his stretched limousine.

Gu Xiuya was pulled by him, and he staggered forward, his movements were stiff and slow, as if he couldn't help himself.

In fact, since Geraint touched him with his hand, Gu Xiuya found that he suddenly lost all senses at the conscious level.

The brain seemed to be covered with a thick layer of canvas, and invisible forces shielded all consciousness fluctuations.

The bottle of Tianshui, the eye in the skull, and the power of consciousness belonging to Taihao... everything that originated from this world has fallen into a state of being unable to use it.

From the normal point of view of this world, he has become a completely ordinary person now.

But even so, his expression was still unfazed, and he even had the time to speak.

"Can you tell me what prompted you to do this?"

Gu Xiuya asked Geraint: "Even if it's to prevent future troubles, it's too early to launch an attack. Isn't it?"

Geraint sneered, but didn't answer.

Gu Xiuya didn't care, and asked again: "What kind of power is this?"

"..."

"Staying in memory of the gods?"

"..."

"The power of the gods?"

"..."

"Or... embers? Sacred remains? Divine blood?"

Gerald paused.

Maybe he was annoyed by Gu Xiuya's questions, or he couldn't stand Gu Xiuya's 'blasphemy' words.

Geraint finally responded.

"Shouldn't you be familiar with Him? Shuntian Cult...Your Excellency the Saint."

He turned around to look at Gu Xiuya, and sneered: "In 1746, your sect, together with the rebel army, launched a total of twelve suicide attacks against the pastoral area of ​​Lanka Port. Thousands of Heavenly Father's most loyal soldiers So sacrificed. It also included my ancestors, my great-grandmother."

"Aren't you attacking here again and again just to capture Him, reverse the disadvantages on the battlefield, and try to establish some shit [Mortal Kingdom]?"

"It's so funny. The thing you dreamed of grabbing is now in front of you, but you, a so-called saint, don't even know what He is."

Geraint's words were mixed with sarcasm, and his face had a mocking expression of a winner looking at a defeated competitor.

Gu Xiuya was silent for a moment, then nodded: "...I see."

Another price to change history.

Although he never participated in the old feud a hundred years ago, the Shuntian Cult was in the final analysis implementing his will and fighting for the ideals he left behind, and he should bear the corresponding responsibility.

After meeting Fabian, a devout believer, Gu Xiuya knew that there are probably many people in this world who have been waiting for him to appear.

Some people love him and respect him, and naturally some people hate him.

It is impossible for him to enjoy the benefits without bearing the costs.

"That's the end of the chat. The rest of the time, you can use it to think about your own death."

Geraint looked down at Gu Xiuya and said, "I am a very kind person. I can promise you that you will live longer. After all, you still have a small effect on the Heavenly Father."

"Of course, while you're alive, I won't let you idle. I'll torture everyone around you to death one by one, and invite you to watch the whole thing."

When Geraint said this, he grinned, and the smile was a little ferocious: "Just like you bastards, you did to my great-grandmother."

Gu Xiuya glanced at him, but didn't speak.

If Geraint's words are true, then this long hatred that has lasted for generations obviously cannot be easily resolved with words.

Does it seem like we're still going there?

(End of this chapter)