only god

Chapter 681 Perform my miracles and confirm my prophecies

If a believer encounters the appearance of gods, then for that believer, it is undoubtedly happiness worth sacrificing his life.

However, what if the god that the believer saw was contrary to his beliefs.

For the Fahora sect and for Fahora himself, the appearance of our King is undoubtedly a blessing, a confirmation of faith and a time of achievement.

But for Eden, his thoughts were difficult to express.

Fear? Craving? Flustered? Convinced? Eden couldn't determine which thought was dominant. He only knew that in this darkness, he couldn't tell whether it was the King of Kings who was speaking or himself.

The King of my kings appeared to him, and his spirit appeared before him.

The corners of Eden's mouth moved, and he asked in his heart, but God remained silent. This place seemed to be a place where His glory had never shined.

"What are you hesitating about?"

"Aren't you... enjoying my gifts again and again?"

The voice said so.

"I don't do what you want!"

Eden argued fiercely.

But just one word from that existence made Eden speechless.

"But every time, aren't you performing my miracles and confirming my prophecies?"

The words echoed in the darkness, constantly producing echoes.

The priest was speechless. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed like relief after a struggle, but also like painful confusion. He understood who he was better than anyone else. He was Eden, a heretic. In his mind, the world was the Holy Spirit. In the confrontation with the evil spirits, the Holy Spirit will definitely defeat the evil spirits, and that is the day when the Savior comes. In my mind, the world is too fallen. The reason is that God has given man the freedom to fall. Why does God give people the freedom to fall? As for this kind of freedom, he had never figured it out. Suddenly, Eden seemed to no longer know God. What is God? he does not know.

"It's a fallen age, isn't it?"

The voice came again, as if it came from himself, but also as if it came from that existence.

"It's like the Dark Ages."

There are too many evils in the world, but there are too few types of evils. People always make mistakes in the same circle. Their imagination is so limited that they can’t even figure out how people create new evils. Yes. , Man is so depraved that he is so depraved that he clings to sin and does not know how to improve.

Eden laughed again, as if laughing at himself.

He suddenly felt that he no longer belonged to God, and what the sacred scriptures said was too far away, and his thoughts were not consistent with God’s words. Furthermore, he thought, if sinners can atone for their sins and obtain God’s forgiveness , wouldn’t that be unfair to those good and righteous people? How unfair, how can there be such a good thing in the world.

Many confusions and many true words emerged one by one in this darkness. Eden seemed to be gradually recognizing himself and analyzing himself bit by bit.

The more he recognized and analyzed it, the more Eden discovered that God was not close to himself. The real similarity was not the God on the mountain, but the King of Kings who ruled over all things.

Compared with the Lord, the King of my king is more in tune with me, as if he is one, like limbs and arms.

"Come and be purified from my law."

It was like a gentle yet urgent call.

Eden looked at the darkness, and he was shocked to realize that the darkness began to fade away, and everything seemed to be revealed. It was not the light of God, but came from the existence, just like the pagan scriptures also talked about love, where There seems to be light in existence as well.

"This light was refracted. He was an angel."

Eden shuddered, trying to deny its significance.

but…

"Even if it's refracted light, it's still light."

In that darkness, there are voices and manifestations.

"But even the smoothest mirror can still cause damage."

"What's a little damage?"

"I don't know...I don't know, I can't understand."

Eden was confused again.

Boom, boom!

A heavy sound suddenly sounded from the outside world.

These sounds interrupted Eden's thoughts for an instant, and at this time, the scene in front of him gradually faded, and hazily, the ceiling of the cell entered Eden's eyes again.

The priest kept breathing heavily, as if he wanted to blow his lungs out. When he sat up, he looked around and found that he was still in the cell.

"time to eat."

The jailer said coldly.

For some reason, Eden felt that the expression was obviously cold, but yet so amiable, and the priest almost shed tears.

"You saved me..."

Eden said subconsciously.

"Ha, what?"

The jailer was surprised at first, then showed disgust. He put the bread on the ground and turned away.

Eden picked up the bread and bit into a piece with all his strength. The hard texture almost broke his teeth.

Feeling the pain, Eden finally confirmed that he was really back.

Although I don’t understand why the King of Kings chose to leave at that time and no longer appear until he changes...

But I don't want to think about happiness anymore, and I don't dare to think about it, so I escape from it.

many times,

Avoidance is often evidence of wavering, and you know it.

So, maybe,

My goal as the king of kings has been achieved.

Even though he denied it with his mouth, he was performing His miracles again and again, confirming His prophecies.

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"Your Highness, that dwarf named Wildor is inciting your people everywhere in the lower city."

In front of Devine, the commander of the royal guards reported.

The prince shook the wine in the glass with one hand, and touched the crown covered with velvet on the desk with the other hand.

After a while, he slowly said:

"I know what kind of prophet the dwarf was instigating in the name of. You have driven him away many times."

"In my opinion, that's just Deschanel's exaggeration. I don't think there's anything special about him at all. Even the fact that he met the prophet of the true religion may be a forgery."

The commander gave his guess.

"Loto, you said exactly what I thought."

Prince Devine held the wine glass,

"We always hit it off."

Commander Lotto smiled slightly and muttered silently:

"Praise to the gods."

This sentence originally came from the mercury priests, and was the greeting and blessing of the mercury priests.

And finally the shaman will.

It is from the mercury priests that they are the defectors from the mercury priests.

"Since that dwarf is uttering arrogance, we might as well wait until the next time he preaches and arrest him. Anyway, no one here except the true believers cares about the prophet Xilan."

Prince Devine told him so. Commander Lotto accepted this order.

Capturing Verdo is not a difficult task, and it will not encounter much resistance.

Only 20% of the people in this royal city are true believers. Most people have only heard about the prophets of the true religion, so not many people care about the prophets.

"By the way, let's start arresting Eden's accomplices, paying special attention to the True Believers. I believe many of them are...'Deschanel's spies.'"

At the end of his sentence, Prince Devine emphasized his words meaningfully.

Commander Lotto nodded, he knew exactly what the prince meant.

After a while, a servant appeared outside Prince Devine's door.

Commander Lotto recognized it, it was the personal maid serving the queen.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Althea has left."

The servant reported this.

"Ah."

Prince Dwayne nodded.

Commander Lotto was a little wary at this moment and said:

"That His Highness Deschanel came to visit the Queen again?"

Devine was amused by his tone;

"Loto, are you wary of her? Wary of a woman?"

Commander Lotto replied respectfully:

"Your Highness, I only heard that Deschanel's women are not as dependent on men as they are here. Instead, they are all like poisonous women."

Prince Devine frowned,

"Loto, are you trying to say that you know more than me?

No matter what, she was just a woman, and although she was from Deschanel, sooner or later she had to become a typical Osenko woman. Look, isn't she very considerate to my queen mother? "

"Your Highness...I'm reminding you not to let your guard down. It's best to control her."

Lotto commanded.

Prince Dwayne smiled and said,

"I am far wiser than you think.

Control her. Do you want the Paladin of the Empire to become hostile to us?

I know what you are afraid of, but I want to tell you that your fear is nothing but groundless.

I sent people to observe her for many days and tested her many times. She is just an ignorant princess, no more than a stubborn elk. "

Compared to Commander Lotto's unfounded judgment, Devine believed in his own informants more.

These days, he has stepped up surveillance, and according to reports from his subordinates, Althea is a typical Deschanel woman.

"No matter what, we can't be enemies with her unless necessary. I am very satisfied with this fiancée.

This is not only because of her beauty and good character, but also because she is our bargaining chip against the empire.

Commander Lotto, our wedding is approaching in just a few days, and that day is also the time of my coronation. What we long for will be achieved on that day. "

Prince Devine took a sip of wine. He looked out the window and looked at a corner of the city, as if everything was under control and everything was going according to plan.

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Soon after, notices to arrest the conspirators were posted on bulletin boards in the streets and alleys of the royal city.

Those notices not only accused Iden of sins, but also claimed that Iden's conspirators were far more sinful than him. The citizens of the royal city would receive generous rewards for reporting a suspected member of the Last Shaman Society. reward.

Since there were hints in the notice that the True believers were the most suspect objects and were probably members of the Last Shaman Society, many True believers were exposed and taken away by the guards in an instant.

At this time, Fahola couldn't even think about taking action. Even if he didn't run for Iden, he still had to run for the true believers.

The flocks under his care are suffering, and the sect of the King of Kings is being dismembered by Prince Dwayne.

Faholah enjoys a greater reputation than a prophet in this kingdom, and many true believers even praise him as a prophet. Prince Dewan, who is still a true believer in name, naturally does not dare to neglect him. The prince received him in person.

However, this conversation ended on bad terms.

Most of Fahola's requests were rejected by Devaun for various reasons. The latter only promised to release a small number of true believers after interrogation. As for the small part of the requests that were accepted, it is not difficult to imagine that Devain Prince En will only execute selectively.

Prince Devine was sure that Fahora would not resist him. This was because the Fahora sect alone did not have enough power, and because in name, the true believers did not have enough reasons to oppose the royal family that had converted to the true religion. .

Fahola's visit was equivalent to a rejection.

When the great elder brought the news back to the Fahora sect, the monks of the Fahora sect felt more loss than anger.

Unlike his father, Cassius V, Prince Dwayne was far less pious than they thought.

In Prince Dewan, let alone piety, from the description of Elder Fahola, there is not even a trace of convert fanaticism to be found in him.

The Fahora monks were once very proud. Many of them believed that converting the royal family was equivalent to converting the entire kingdom. They set up a new flag in this barbarian land, the Fahora church. Sooner or later, it will spread throughout the country, but reality has given them a heavy blow. They are far less important than they imagined.

Fahola looked at everyone. He wanted to speak out to comfort the monks, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Of all the people, Timian was the most desperate.

The mulatto began to pace, impatiently trying to strangle himself.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the closed door of the synagogue.

Fahola looked out the door strangely, and the other monks also looked at each other, wondering who would come to find the Fahola sect at this time of night.

After a while, a monk went up and opened the door.

I saw a man I had never seen before appear outside the door of the synagogue, and a sharp-eyed monk noticed something from his cane.

"It's a wizard!"

The monk exclaimed in shock.

After the words fell, the monks in the synagogue all stared at the man, and the atmosphere in the synagogue suddenly became solemn.

"Wait, I'm here in the name of Sister Cassandra."

The wizard raised his hand to show that he was not hostile.

"Sister Cassandra? Who is that?"

"…Do you know each other?"

"I don't think I know him... Does anyone know?"

The monks were full of questions. They had never heard of Sister Cassandra.

At this time, Timian stood up.

"I know, I know her!"

Just when Timian was about to continue speaking, the wizard raised his hand and made a shushing gesture.

The mixed-race man immediately understood something. The wizard was worried that there was a mole among the monks.

So, Timian walked to Fahola and whispered a few words in the ears of the confused elder.

The great elder immediately understood something and said immediately:

"Come with me, sir, and may God bless you."

(End of this chapter)