Section 323

The Pope accepted us into the Church because we followed the way of our Lord. The moment we actively choose to join the church, we make changes that our Lord is happy to see and receive His favor. "

As he said this, the smile on his face was particularly bright.

"Now it seems that we can do more."

The restless moods of the others gradually calmed down, and they all smiled when they suddenly understood.

These days, the reason why they can't feel at ease is that they always think that they are of little use and are just objects to be saved and pitied. I am always worried that one day this compassion will disappear and I will go back to my wandering days again. That’s why they work so hard to prove themselves useful and to stay in the church.

But now, Ibet's words make everything clear.

They are not completely useless. The moment they mustered up the courage to make a change, they gained the attention of God. They were not objects of pity and charity, but preachers who were in line with God's way.

Not only can they continue to change their own destiny, but they can even, like Mrs. Evans, change the destiny of more people and spread the glory of God more widely.

…

Unexpectedly, he didn't know that the two groups of tool men under him were actively brainwashing themselves and striving to become more useful tools to him. After dinner in the hotel, he went to the street.

It’s rare to come to a new world, so of course you should take a good stroll, have fun, and see the scenery that is different from other worlds. It would be better if there were some special snacks.

He was just walking and shopping, and before he knew it, he came to a very remote alley and found that many people were walking in this direction.

These people wore robes and crow masks on their faces, as if they were going to a masquerade party.

Yuan Buwei looked left and right curiously, and then used magic elements to shape a crow mask and put it on his face - he didn't know that the inspiration for this mask came from him, the man who brought life to the residents of the town. "God's Messenger".

Then, he blended into the crowd very naturally.

A quarter of an hour later, I followed this group of people to the back hill of the town. When I saw the tall statue of the god in the large open space specially set aside, I was no longer confused.

I saw that the whole body of the statue was carved from snow-white marble. The workmanship was a bit rough, but it had a primitive and rough beauty. It was a figure that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, old or young, wrapped in a robe. A dark crow squatted on his shoulder, and every feather was carved lifelike.

"Praise my Lord!"

Mrs. Evans, who had accomplished all this in just a few days, was the first to lower her head. Everyone bowed their heads in unison and began to pray.

"You are the usurper who breaks the order, the weaver who changes the rules, the undetermined reason who always chases changes, and the initial cause of creating all futures... The crow is your divine messenger, guiding the fog of destiny. The path. You are woven into destiny, the eternal and supreme law.”

The voices of hundreds of people overlapped, their heads bowed in prayer movements were uniform, and the atmosphere was extremely fanatical.

The person who was mixed in among them was: "???"

... He thought about many possibilities, but he never thought that these people were here to engage in a cult. No, he is the one who believes in it. How can this be considered a cult?

In order not to make himself stand out too much, he had to lower his head and be consistent with them.

"Hey! I'm here to hear so many people bragging about their own rainbow farts, and even I have to join in. This is really..." Yuan Buwei couldn't help but sigh to System 999, The tone was very sad.

System 999 nodded fiercely: [Yes, yes, this is really embarrassing. 】

Yuan Buwei: "No, it's so cool!"

System 999: [……]

...Okay, host, as long as you are happy :).

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After this group of believers finished their prayers and were about to leave as quietly as they came, the believer next to him suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve. Of course, this is not because I didn't hide it. He had already seen through that there was a child under the robe.

A young girl's voice came out from under the mask: "Someone from outside has sneaked in!"

She shouted like this, causing everyone to look at Yuan Buwei, and then she spoke aggressively, with a tone that was both angry and proud: "I have noticed you a long time ago, pray to our Lord. He was not sincere at all and was very perfunctory. I didn’t even hear the sound. He must have been an outsider sneaking in! "

Didn’t mean it again: “???”

... He never expected that he would be caught as a heretic by his own believers because he was too perfunctory when praying to himself. Is this the first of its kind among gods?

...As expected, is it a novice god who is not proficient enough?

...or should we say that all gods must be shameless enough to abandon their sense of shame?

After silently reflecting in his heart for a second, Yuan Bu stood there without saying a word or panicking. He just looked at Mrs. Evans who was attracted by the silence and came over.

Mrs. Evans also looked towards this strange man and met a pair of extremely calm eyes.

Just one glance, and her whole body was shocked.

He was also wearing a robe and a mask, but this man had an aura that was far beyond the rest. The thick night was hanging behind him, and his whole person seemed to blend into the night, appearing erratic and unpredictable. In Mrs. Evans's spiritual sense, it was like the night sky was pouring down on this man. Flow quietly.

That indescribable and elusive feeling made Mrs. Evans think hard, and two words suddenly popped into her mind.

——Inhuman.

——Yes, it is inhuman.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she was shocked.

In fact, the characteristics of this being are more obvious to the person with stronger spiritual awareness.

Others may not know anything, but Mrs. Evans, who had seen the holy son in the temple who was said to be the reincarnation of the Dragon God from a distance, felt that the divinity in him was far inferior to this man, and her inner emotions had already It agitated because of a certain conjecture.

The calm eyes behind the mask looked at her, seeming to have completely understood all the thoughts in her heart.

The figure in front of her, shrouded in black robes, seemed to overlap with the statue behind her at this moment.

Mrs. Evans took a deep breath, walked slowly to the man, and bowed gracefully.

"...Sir, it is our honor to have you here."

Chapter 271 Pope 9

The familiar stone house stood quietly on the street. It was not the second time I came to Evans' house, but my identity changed.

Mrs. Evans asked him to sit down. Her eyes only glanced at the handsome face of the young man after he took off his mask, and she did not dare to look further, lest she be suspected of being disrespectful.

"Speaking of which, Your Holiness, you should know that the blood of the King of Sins flows in my body. I am the descendant of the "Red King", the head of the thirteen King of Sins, even though I do not possess the extraordinary power like my ancestors. …”

The person in front of her was most likely the incarnation of the god she believed in, and saved her and her daughter. Although the person claimed to be the Pope, Mrs. Evans did not dare to be disrespectful, and she slowly confessed her origins. .

"Before I was fifteen years old, I stayed on an isolated island. It was the escape route secretly chosen by King Chi for his descendants. It was safe and safe. Very monotonous. ”┆┆思┆┆Rabbit┆┆Net┆┆文┆┆File┆┆Share┆┆Share┆┆with┆┆on┆┆Line┆┆Read┆┆Read┆┆

"It wasn't until I was fifteen years old that a ship lost in a storm unexpectedly came to the island. With no relatives left, I chose to board the ship and left with my husband, who was a sailor on the ship at the time..."

Speaking of this, her face showed sweetness and nostalgia.

As for what happened next, and why their family of three ended up in the small town of Konya, although she didn't go into details, she could guess that it was probably related to the temple.

Mrs. Evans had always carried the Holy Emblem of the Temple with her, and she was very skilled in repenting.

——This is a bit confusing to him.

No, no, as a descendant of the Sin King who has been hunted by the Temple for more than a thousand years, it is good if he does not hate the Temple. Do some people really think that they deserve their sins and should repent to the Temple? Pay for your life? ? ?

I didn't think so, so I asked.

Mrs. Evans was stunned for a moment, and then she spoke: "I also hated the Temple in the past. I thought that everything the ancestors did was to save the world, but the Temple did not distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, and instead... they regard For the sake of blasphemy, innocent people like us have been hunted down for generations... This kind of behavior is really chilling. However, before my father passed away, he called me to the bedside and told me about his nakedness. The king's last words before his death..."

——"He lied to me, he lied to me! There has never been hope in this world. I am not a hero at all, but a complete sinner! Everything is a scam! A scam!!!"

Mrs. Evans repeated the above passage with a trembling voice, and her eyes revealed unspeakable fear. She didn't know whether it was fear of the information revealed in the words, or fear of the unknown truth.

"Because at that time, the Red King was severely affected by the blood of the Dragon God, and his mind was not clear. He only repeated these words and then died. And we, the descendants, passed down his last words from generation to generation. Just to let future generations know the truth.”

That's why she always carried the Holy Emblem with her. If her ancestor was really guilty, she was willing to atone for her sins. When the man she loved most died unexpectedly, this desperate woman firmly believed in the curse and hoped day and night to gain forgiveness from the Dragon God through repentance.

But now, she is completely relieved.

In the most dangerous desperate situation, her confession was of no use. The Dragon God's forgiveness and redemption never came. Instead, it was the "evil god" in the temple's mouth who saved her.

From that moment on, she broke free from the shackles that had been entangled in her soul since she was fifteen years old, and got rid of the sadness, regret, regret, and guilt.

She clearly knew that she was not a sinner, nor was she wrong. She should not be bound by some unreasonable things, but it was time to bravely make changes.

Mrs. Evans got up and walked to the closet, gently opened a very secret wall tile, and took out a wooden box with extraordinary material.

She picked up the wooden box and placed it in front of Yuan Buwei. In the opened wooden box, there was a dark blue crystal stone. There seems to be transparent sea water flowing inside.

"Your Holiness, this is the most precious relic left by the Red King... He called it the devil's seed. He wanted to destroy it several times, but in the end he didn't. He was destroyed and just handed over to his youngest son, leaving behind a sentence - "When the world falls into complete despair, the devil's seed will be awakened."

"But the ancestors are actually unwilling to use this devil's seed. I would like to ask you to accept it."

Yuan Buwei's eyes were fixed on the crystal, staring at the deep blue that surged like sea water. The light in his pupils was extremely obvious, revealing his deep interest: "There is actually a trace of Dao..."

This is something similar to a filthy Taoist text, both of which contain the aura of a certain Tao of existence.

The difference is that the dirty Dao Wen is just a gadget that was not originally made to capture the aura of the Lord of the Dao. There are no "marks". But this so-called devil's seed was obviously made by the Lord of the Great Dao who took the initiative to scrape a trace of his own Dao.

In other words, the filthy Dao Wen did not scoop out a ladle of water from someone else's river and put it in another bottle; but the devil's seed was the master of the Dao who dug up his own river. There was a ditch between fingernails, and the water from the ditch was still connected to his river.