Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 560: The Flaming-Haired Saint

“Is the distance of worship closer or farther?”

Walking on the streets of Saint Sokanas, the girl felt a solemn atmosphere that she had never seen anywhere else.

The tall and magnificent building stands like a wall hundreds of meters high. Walking under it, you feel as if you are being pressed down by the high wall that blocks the sky in front of you, and you have the illusion that it is about to collapse.

There are vehicles driving on the streets, but their style is like some kind of ancient magic motorcycle that can only be seen in a museum, heavy and inconvenient, like a mobile fortress. There are very few tourists here. Everyone who wants to enter Santa Casonas must go through layers of screening, and some may have to apply for ten years before they can get a chance to worship.

Members wearing cult uniforms can be seen everywhere. They all carry metal-cased scriptures with them. There are chains at the bottom of the books, connected to the belt. When they are opened, yellowed and old pages can be seen. Each word is handwritten. They also carry a weapon.

During the 20 minutes of walking along the street, the girl saw no less than five groups of people, some holding spears, some carrying two-handed swords, some holding heavy hammers, and some holding heavy scepters.

"Please line up and be checked one by one." Every pilgrim entering the Four Saints Cathedral must undergo strict identity and belongings checks and is not allowed to bring any electronic devices.

In front of Tilan, many people were praying and taking small steps forward, bowing and saluting to every member of the cult who passed by. This scene made her shake her head slightly, not knowing what to say.

"It's your turn." Half an hour later, it was finally Tilan's turn.

"This is my personal terminal." Because she had asked about the situation before coming, Tilan did not bring anything else with her, only her personal terminal.

Actually, if it was something really important, she would just put it in the gap in space without having to hide it on her body.

The door frame-like scanner scanned and everything was normal. Tilan walked through the passage and followed the people in front to the inside.

Passing through the towering circular wall, this place is actually still far away from the Four Saints Cathedral. There is a square several thousand meters wide. In the center of the giant square are four towering cathedrals, each with a different style. The one in the middle has the most worshippers, and it is also the only cathedral with a star logo on the top.

Walking slowly along the black marble square, Tilan could see tall knights riding armored war horses in the distance. These knights wore gorgeous armor with exoskeletons covering their entire bodies. They were painted in a simple style, holding straight silver lances and large golden round shields. The horses under their crotch had mechanical bodies, and when they walked across the square, their heavy iron hooves were like those of giant beasts.

They were wearing gold and silver exoskeleton armor, with pure white feathers standing upright on their helmets. The spears in their hands were like flags with twinkling star patterns on the silver flags. They looked mysterious and ancient. They were the God-Forbidden Knights serving the Four Original Ones. Each of them was above Sequence 6, exuding a powerful aura that intimidated the pilgrims.

As Tilan slowly approached the church, the sound of hymns gradually became louder and clearer, with occasional distant bell sounds in between.

When she arrived at the foot of the cathedral, she felt more and more majestic and looked up. The entrance door alone was about 50 meters high. There were six such doors, distributed in the six symmetrical directions of the cathedral.

Walking through the long huge doorway, the moment you come out, the view in front of you suddenly opens up. There stands a huge human-shaped statue whose top you can't see. Although it is a stone statue, the "girl" in the sculpture has a light figure, and her slender hair and soft dress seem to be fluttering gently.

Being able to see this kind of dynamic beauty on the hard stone shows the strong craftsmanship of the sculptors.

The huge statue of a young angel is about 500 meters high. Her body is slightly rotating and tilted, as if she is dancing. One hand is raised inward with slender fingers, and the other hand is holding a flower basket with her skirt slightly open. There is a hint of tenderness and tranquility in the girl's eyes, and her charm is so lifelike that people who see it for the first time cannot help but feel the urge to kneel down in tears.

The entire church surrounds and protects the statue like a giant cover, with only the top part open. Light falls from above and shines on the head of this "girl", and her slightly raised face becomes particularly sacred in the halo.

"Praise the wings of the eternal cradle..." The fellow pilgrims knelt on the black marble slabs, clasped their hands together, and prayed softly.

This situation occurred in more than one place. Inside the huge church and in the square where the huge statue was located, there were believers praying and kneeling everywhere.

If the believers kneeling in worship on the Black Square were considered a chaotic buzzing sound, then the church members lined up neatly on the steps of the circular church were the loudest and most solemn voices. The hymns they sang constantly echoed, and the sound of thousands of people chanting together was like a sacred paradise, the place where many angels in mythology reside.

As far as the eye can see, there are layers upon layers of these cult members dressed in white, almost countless.

It was estimated that there were nearly 100,000 members of the cult in this circular hall, the girl thought to herself as she looked up at the statue and the surrounding scene.

Such a devout and fanatical scene shocked people, but also brought about discomfort, because she vaguely felt that there was some loss of rationality in this fanatical worship.

He is clearly the sage who taught people not to worship blindly and was against kneeling, but now he is treated in this way by everyone. I am afraid that when the prince wakes up and sees this scene, he will be afraid and hide away.

After quietly visiting the largest Wind Temple, Tilan went to several other temples and saw similar magnificent statues inside.

Among them are the weeping angel Chloati bathed in flames, the cold-eyed and mysterious angel holding a book - Brainard, and the poetry angel Sifnaline who strokes the lyre and sings softly. The atmosphere in each church is different.

The Fire Temple is lined with candles, and the interior is brilliant and warm. Under the flickering orange light, the angel in the center with his head raised and crying is particularly moving, giving people a sense of compassion.

The Rock Temple is filled with black and silver crystals. The smooth and reflective crystals form mirrors here, reflecting each other, giving a sense of introspection and supervision. The unopened book in the angel's hand records everyone's experience, and uses it to deliver ruthless and equal judgment.

In the Water Sanctuary, clear spring water flows down layer by layer from above. The sound of flowing water forms a natural melody according to a specific arrangement. When you walk into it, it is like stepping into the land of waves in the four seas. The tides never stop, and the song of life never stops.

The more the girl strolled in this magnificent temple, the more insignificant she felt, because the statues here have stood for thousands of years, and the people who came and went here to worship have also changed for countless generations. Everywhere she looked, there were cultural relics and inscriptions that were thousands of years old.

There are numerous books piled up in each temple. They are stacked in the holes in the wall, almost everywhere. These books record the names of those who once shone brightly in the human race, and their life stories. It is said that only the greatest and most shining figures of the contemporary times are qualified to put the pages recording their own life stories here. Each of them is a master who shocked the current world, or a sage who left his name in history.

Although their remains do not exist here, their spiritual aspirations are there. The lives of these great sages have together written the history of human civilization, and the Four Saints Church is worthy of being the "Pantheon" of today's human civilization.

Walking here is like strolling through the shining moments in human history.

[Zan Aaron, 98E 207-, the first pioneer of the Galaxy Fleet, led the fleet across the Milky Way and reached the farthest border that civilization could reach at that time]

[Luwensi Zhu, 347E 412-178, the founder of the Xinghai calendar, which used the neutron stars in the center of the Milky Way as a benchmark to determine the unified calendar time for the entire galaxy]

[Li Jian, Fourth Era 1893-2001, the discoverer of multi-level space. The seventeen-dimensional space cutting equation he summarized brought about dramatic changes to the entire civilization]

[Deselina, Fifth Era 1211-1267, a hero who started a rebellion. She spread the secret of the 'Dark Sun' throughout the universe, triggering the rise and infighting of many Dark Suns in the middle of the Fifth Era, laying the seeds for the future revival of civilization]

Walking past the shrines in the wall, when Tilan was about to leave this magnificent temple, a priestess in a white robe came up to her.

"Would you please come with me?" This was a beautiful older woman with golden hair falling from her hood, bringing a hint of liveliness that was different from the solemn environment.

"Is there something wrong?" Tilan asked.

"The Saint Lady wants to see you."

"Saint?"

"Yes, the Saint who serves the Primordial Water."

The other party did not lie. After listening to it, Tilan hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Since she came here to find out some information about her life experience, meeting the senior figures here would probably be the fastest and most direct way.

"Please follow me."

Then she led the way, and the two turned through the vast star-studded corridors of the church and headed toward the bottom floor, where Tilan followed the priestess to the square again and headed toward the statue of Sifnaileen in the center.

When they arrived at the base of the magnificent statue, there was a three-meter-high stone door. It seemed to be completely closed from the outside, but when the two passed through, there was no obstruction, probably to block the view from the outside.

Walking inside, there is a long tunnel. When reaching the deepest part, a church hall that is extremely small but still empty appears in front of the girl. Before she gets closer, Tilan's eyes are attracted by the red-haired woman who is half-kneeling in front of the portrait.

That red hair, perhaps, cannot be described with a simple color. It is closer to flame, faintly emitting the fresh breath of life, flowing and sparkling with a faint halo.

When the priestess brought Tilan to the small church inside the statue, she bowed and left, then left through the small door on the side, leaving the hall to Tilan and the red-haired woman. The other stood up, holding a gorgeous golden staff in her hand, wearing a classical white dress, with light golden eyes. When she opened her eyes and looked at Tilan, the girl felt a sense of spiritual deterrence for the first time.

This kind of oppressive feeling is probably not something that only Light Feather Sequence 7 can possess. She has only experienced a similar feeling with Seraphiel, and Seraphiel can have such strength thanks to the Angel's Descent Ceremony.

Wait a minute, the angel’s advent ceremony, which means that this sense of deterrence comes from - a real angel.

"Hello, my name is Philuselin." The other party leaned forward slightly and introduced herself.

"Hello, my name is Heshia." The girl also bowed and saluted.

"Heshia..." The other party seemed to be savoring the name and paused for a few seconds.

"Sorry, it took a while to think and remember."

"Heshia, you came here not just to visit or worship, I think I can help you." The saint with fiery red hair spoke in a gentle voice.

"Well... I do have some questions, but they are more personal in nature."

"It's okay, please speak frankly, Heshia." The other person's golden eyes were as bright as flames, as if he could see through the girl.

"It's about my own life experience." Tilan hesitated for a moment, not knowing where to start.

After thinking about it, she decided to explain it based on what she had heard from the old priest not long ago.

"I found that I am a little different, probably because of the angels..." Tilan then described the results of the old priest's test.

"Oh, can you allow me to do a quick test? All Heshia needs to do is stand still." The other party nodded slightly, as if thinking about something.

"can."

Then Filuselin shook the golden staff in her hand, and faint golden light particles appeared in the air and then flowed. They gently touched the objects in the hall, passing through the girl and Filuselin herself in front of her. Surprisingly, neither of them showed an outline in the golden light particles, as if they were flawless glass.

"It's indeed very special." Philuselin nodded slightly.

Then she paused the staff she was holding, and the bottom fell to the ground, creating light golden ripples. Intricate and beautiful golden patterns appeared in the entire church hall. These patterns were like golden feathers, with lines outlining the trajectory of stars and the structure of waves.

Surrounded by this intricately patterned halo, Tilan felt as if she was in a rough sea. The gravity became distorted and changed, and the shaking of the air made her feel as if she was floating.

The bright light kept changing, illuminating the two people in the middle. As the golden patterns in it changed shape several times like flowing water, the magic power flowing in the hall also changed again and again.

The girl observed this situation with great interest, feeling the special rhythm emanating from it. Although the red-haired saint did not speak, the mere ripple-like changes in the halo made her feel a certain melody.

After a long time, the golden patterns floating in the hall stopped, and then slowly dissipated, returning to calm.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't figure out your background." The other person's eyes were slightly closed, with regret in his voice.

"It's okay. Actually, I don't have much hope." Tilan comforted the other party.

After that, the two exchanged a few more words, and the other party asked about Tilan's age and place of birth.

"The Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region? I don't know much about that place. The Federation is too big." Filuselin shook her head slightly.

"You mean, you originally had a sister who was your twin, right?"

"Is such that."

"I see."

……

"My name is Philuselin. This is not my real name, but the name I was given after being blessed by the angel."

"Heshia, do you know that names have special meanings? Sometimes, the appearance of certain names is not a coincidence."

……

"Hershia's coming to Saint Sokanas was probably guided by some vague guidance."

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"I have never left Saint Sonus. I grew up here since I was a child."

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"Na, Heshia, have you ever heard of the angel's descent ceremony?"

"Angels need vessels for their arrival, and these are usually people who are pious and pure in heart. In the church, these members who are blessed with the arrival of angels are often called holy sons or saints."

"After hearing this, you can probably guess, yes, I am the saint who was blessed by the angels of this generation."

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"There's nothing new about the work of a saint, but I'm used to it."

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"The outside world? I've heard everyone talk about the prosperity of the Federation. If I want to go out, it will probably be at the end of my life, when I've stepped down from all my duties."

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"Don't bother to comfort me, because this is my mission."

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"Are you leaving, Heshia?"

"I'm sorry for saying so much to Heshia, but you can't leave here." The saint with fiery red hair spoke in a gentle tone with irrefutable words.

"Heshia, you can't leave here, because--"

The other party opened her golden eyes again, and there seemed to be a sparkling light flowing in them, with pity and regret in her eyes. The tin staff in her hand shone again, lighting up the golden patterns in the entire hall, making Heshia feel as if she was in a vast sea of ​​light sand.

"You are not a life descended from an angel, but a vessel of the dark sun."

(End of this chapter)