Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 34 Nalanni III

Nalanni held the reins of "Darkbreak" with her left hand, and hugged the girl in front of her with her right hand.

The sky at dusk covers the farthest horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the ground.

It is prophesied that the knights ride westward, and the light blue light in the sky gradually sneaks into the darkness.

All around her was the endless wilderness, and the woods and mountains were left behind.

It is predicted that the stone-paved road outside the city is flat, and the Baixi River flows along the white city wall into the Fuji River that runs through the entire Tuhuoyet Wetland, and finally passes through the Holy Day Cathedral to Lu Xihai.

Beneath the gates of the fortified walls hung the banners of the Knights of Prophecy, embroidered with holy days shining on the pages of books.

"Ragueno, what kind of attendant are you going to choose?" Weigel, who was beside him, turned around and asked.

He always looks happy, with that heartless smile on his lips.

But killing made him happier, and Nalanni had seen the look of excitement on his face on the battlefield.Weigel didn't join the knight order to serve the Holy King, he just wanted more blood.

"I don't know," Ragnor shrugged, and the silver armor made the sound of metal clashing. "As long as he is faithful to the holy day."

"Nonsense, of course he will be loyal to the holy day," Weigel said. "The attendants are the seedlings who will become knights in the future. They are all selected by the archbishops of the holy order they belong to. They are the most devout children."

"Sorry, Commander, I'm not very clear about the Holy Empire." Ragueno said with a sneer.

"The Holy Empire is not the same as your savannah homeland," Weigel continued, "unbelievers who have no desire to repent are worthy of slavery.

But no one cares how dark or white your skin is, even if you look like a ghost.As long as you believe in the Holy King, everyone will treat you as a family member. "

"Then why don't those slaves know their way back? I don't think anyone would want to be a slave." Ragnor asked.

"Who knows," said Weigl, "the sun is so bright they can't see it, and only care about the dim stars behind it.

The Holy King will not kill them because of their ignorance, because He is merciful.One day the sun will shine into the hearts of unbelievers, allowing them to accept the baptism of light wholeheartedly. "

"Bless the holy day." The knights on the horse clasped their hands together.

"The Archbishop of Gironche should have sent you to preach at Hastza, Weigl," Nalanni said. "It would be a shame to have you as a knight."

Of course the worshipers of the holy day don't understand the ancient belief in the stars, Nalanni thought.They are the people of the stars, and they are destined to return to Nemir's star palace.

The people of the Holy Empire were blinded by the brilliance of the sun Avesu, but forgot that he was just one of the gods.

"The pastors are much better than me, my lord," Weigel said, "I heard that they can make unrepentant prostitutes burst into tears, so be good on the spot!"

"It's a miracle, blessed by the holy day!" Ragueno exclaimed, and then put his hands together again.

"They are devout servants who can resist any temptation." Nalanni echoed.

She has also experienced the consciousness cultivation of the Supreme God Religion.Devotees need to develop their own mental and emotional stability through meditation and attentional control, which, over time, leads to a deep sense of calm and inner peace.

Only when internal unity is achieved can believers serve the Holy King wholeheartedly.

Although Nalanni didn't believe their mysterious rhetoric, this exercise really helped her control her emotions.

Her right hand suddenly became heavy, and Nalanni looked down, and it turned out that Naqia had fallen asleep.

The girl's smooth long black hair was attached to Nalanni's fingers, tickling and soft.

Nalanni needs to discuss the issue of the girl with the Archbishop of Gironsh, and she has decided to keep Naciadam by her side as a servant.

Nalanni gave the girl her most precious possession, the name her parents had given her.Now little Nakia will grow up slowly under her guidance, and I hope she will not have to experience the suffering she has suffered.

She rode Daybreak into the city, and candles were already lit in the buildings beside the street.

The civilians, like the priests, wore loose white robes or long gowns, and they all gave way to the prophetic knights, bowing respectfully when they passed by.

Those who carry dung and water are all slaves with chains around their necks. The men are bare-chested, revealing the marks of stars and sick and thin figures; the women and children are dressed in dirty cloth and barefoot like animals. Follow their master.

"Ah, I really miss this smell." Weigel took a deep breath through his nose, "It's the smell of a living person."

"Aren't we alive enough for you, Vigor?" Nalanni asked.

"Don't get me wrong, Captain," Weigel showed his trademark chuckle, "In the wild, it's full of fresh air and the smell of woods. Compared with those, I still prefer the smelly smell in the city." taste."

Nalanni shook her head and continued to ride towards Fort Harmon in the center of the prophecy city.

No matter how holy the names they use, all the castles of the Holy Empire are built on blood.

Since the Holy Empire parted ways with the Hastza Empire more than 100 years ago, it has continued to build or expand castles inside and outside the city.

All labor comes from slaves, and the Holy Empire enslaves all they do not want to convert to the sun, what they call "unbelievers".

These determined people of the stars would rather be chained and branded than abandon their faith.

May Hedar bring them back to the stars, Qornos hear their humiliation, and Nemir open the door for them.

In the early morning of the next day, Nalanni left Nakia, who was still sleeping soundly in her room, and came to the Eritlan Cathedral next to Harmon Castle.She needs to speak to Archbishop Gironche.

The weather was as mild and sunny as ever, a refreshing feeling she couldn't enjoy in her hometown in the hot south, and it was also one of the few places in the Holy Empire where she felt pretty good.

The morning light shines on the stone brick floor through the windows of the church, exuding soft brightness.

The marble statue of the holy king Imnacha was placed behind the pulpit, and the craftsmen deliberately put all the features that humans think are the most perfect.

He is sculpted to be tall and tall, young and handsome.His eyes are firm and deep, his nose is straight and elegant, and his entire face is as clean and smooth as a baby's butt.

His long hair flows in waves, and unlike Avesu, the sun god, Imnacha does not hold a spear in his hand, which would make him appear violent.

(End of this chapter)