savior epic

Chapter 307 Let go of anger

In the end, Vinakana also did not hear the voice of the Lord.

As the little girl said, He seemed to have become weak, and his voice could no longer be transmitted from heaven to earth.

The princess stood up from the ground in a daze, and on the cloudy sky, heavy rain fell on the city of Mosor.

The rain was pale, and there was a mournful howl as it passed through the air.

In the Hall of the God of Desire, Priscilla and her daughter Alice woke up. They saw the scene around them, and their faces paled instantly. Alice turned pale from the dead bodies all over the floor, retched and fainted again. In the past, only her mother was left to face all this blankly.

Vinakana carried Queen Claudia and walked into the temple. When she raised her face and met Priscilla's eyes, the latter was frightened for an instant, and even her fingers became stiff. , because the eyes of the princess seemed to tear her into pieces.

"Damn you, you sinful soul!"

Venakana gritted her teeth and spit out every word from her mouth.

Priscilla shuddered, and through the window, she saw the desperate scene of Mosor City.

Just looking at the pale shower makes people feel uneasy, and in the rain, wailing sounds come and go, hitting people's strings called fear again and again.

Vinakana's hand holding the sword was trembling, and her heart was constricted. Until the end, the Lord did not answer her prayer.

The princess knew that Priscilla was not the culprit of everything. Even without this mistress who believed in the God of Desire, any pagan could open the rift of judgment through rituals.Priscilla just appeared in front of him just right.

Even so, Vinakana is still eager to kill her, and uses all his means to brutally take her life, make her howl, make her fear, and her daughter, it is best to die in front of her, Only in this way will the wrath of the queen be appeased.

Where does your anger come from?

Vinakana knows it all too well.
In these last moments, the Lord still did not answer her prayers.

She was very angry because of this, and because of this, she tried to pour out her anger on Priscilla.

"Damn you! You accursed brute heretic!"

Under Venakana's hateful eyes, Priscilla no longer felt that the princess's face was attractive, but instead felt terrifying.

The hostess's limbs trembled, and she froze in fear, unable to move.

Vinakana approached step by step, raised the long sword inch by inch, anger filled every part of her heart, she had the power to kill because of the anger, but her spirit was lost.

"Woe to the wicked and the wicked! Those who are close to the Lord are good, and those who are far from the Lord are evil. They do not do what God pleases, but they do what God hates. They think they have obtained good, but they don't know that there are mountains of sins in hell that they will pay after death! "

Vinakana frantically recited the wise words handed down by Blessed Luke, and the princess provided the basis for her next killing, and the fanaticism of a martyr was bred in her body.

"Woe to the wicked! The Gospel is so near, yet they push it away"

She approached step by step, reciting the words of Luke's past sermons.

It was under these words that the Kingdom of Leyton fought against the pagans, expanded its territory, and finally reached its peak.

Priscilla's pupils dilated, her lips trembled, and before the fear of death, she tried her best to hug her daughter, her whole body trembling.

But he never thought that such a move would arouse Vinakana's anger even more.

She was like a wounded young griffin, unsettled and disobedient by the actions of her prey, fueling even greater rage.

"Our Lord is more than the gods of the heathen, and blessed is the conversion.

For the sake of the Lord, and for our gospel, killing a heathen is not considered killing. "

In fact, Vinakana knew in her heart that she was just looking for a reasonable explanation for her behavior.

Under the divinity, she couldn't blind her eyes with anger, which is undoubtedly sad.

She felt like she was acting like a coward, but couldn't stop, there was nothing she could do.

The princess walked up to Priscilla, clenched the long sword with both hands, and raised it high, with the cold front flickering.

In front of her, Priscilla lowered her head in horror, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Vina Kana!"

The voice of the nuns penetrated the thick walls of the temple and fell into Vinakana's ears.

The princess's breathing was stagnant, and she held up the long sword with difficulty, but she didn't cut it off, and she refused to let it go.

"What are you doing?!"

Panting, Jane rushed to the hall of the God of Desire, facing the scene in front of her eyes with horror.

"I will kill the heretic."

Vinakana spit out:
"No one can forgive her sins, you can't see how wrong she has committed!"

Vinakana gripped her sword tightly, as if redrawing strength from her anger.

Jane froze for a moment, as the princess said, she didn't know what wrong Priscilla had committed.

But
The nuns and mothers have some kind of feeling.

This kind of feeling comes from the depths of the soul, just like a premonition that has been firmly established after a flash of inspiration.

This premonition calls Jane to stop Vinakana.

This premonition told Jane to stop Vinakana.
Not for Priscilla nor for the mercy that every human life should not take lightly
But for Vinakana herself.

Jane felt that this premonition seemed to come from the Lord, as if He had anticipated something in advance and planted the seed of premonition in her heart.

"You can't take her life."

Vinakana turned her head suddenly and stared at Jane.

"You do this, He doesn't want to"

Jane called softly.

Vinakana's hands froze.

She didn't know why she stopped, why the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The long sword stagnated in mid-air, not moving for a long time.

For some reason, Venakana recalled King Loren's epic.
The third generation of the family questioned God, and when the king let go of his faith, God appeared in front of him.

God said:

[All these worldly affairs are left to the world's own will. 】

Vinakana's thoughts were stretched, and time suddenly slowed down.

Later, when King Laurent and Blessed Luke fulfilled their wishes on earth, did they ever think about God's will?

In her eyes, the stories of that era were epic scenes one after another.

Epic always has its focus, and when it depicts the great deeds of heroes, it rarely tells the faults of their lives.

Vinakana holds a long sword in her hand.

she asked herself softly
"For His will. Am I willing to let go of my wrath?"

When the heart sounds.
The long sword that was stagnant in mid-air was gently lowered from Priscilla's side.

　Thanks to Chen Mo for the 1500 starting coins rewarded by Lan, thanks to Chuijianlu for the 300 starting coins, and thanks to Miamp; for the 1500 starting coins rewarded by Meng Meng, and thanks to the crane ball snow feather dance for the 500 starting coins

　　
　
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