savior epic

Chapter 328 Moreland's Kingdom of God
When stepping into the rift, Vinakana touched the fragment of the Codex of Truth in his arms.

This was given to her by Jane when she was still in the Holy Capital, and the nuns said it was the Lord's instruction.

Inside the crack was a narrow dark corridor, surrounded by an astonishingly thick darkness.

Through a layer of clothes, Vinakana stroked the fragments of the original scriptures, unconsciously lost in thought.

Witnessing the future that shed silver and blood with her own eyes is equivalent to seeing the side of the mission.

But she didn't know why she had to take on such a mission and asked herself, she couldn't find a reason to take on the mission.

And Vinakana knows that the Lord will not impose this mission on her, and if she leaves here, she will never suffer from the disaster He sent.

It is often said in those fairy tales that you cannot shirk the mission given by God. On the contrary, you can shirk your own mission, and the princess knows this clearly.

Vinakana felt confused and hesitant.

These are all created by Him. If you first face the curse of fate and feel helpless, the Lord will help yourself. If the Lord tells you what your mission is, instead of relying on others' own beliefs, you will always be firm.

The journey will not be lengthened or shortened by Vinakana's thoughts.

They soon came to the end of the road, where there was a crack through which light passed.

Vinakana and Jane looked at each other and walked into it.

Touching the light-transmitting crack, the princess's limbs felt cold, and the cold was wet, far more bone-piercing than imagined.

Vinakana frowned, stepped into the crack, and they suddenly found themselves in the white world of ice and snow.

The strong wind blew through the ice slag, the sky was covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, and the wind whistled beside the ears. Even though it grew in the northern soil, the cold felt at this moment made the two of them shiver.

The jackdaw stood on the dead tree, staring at the two vigilantly, and the sickly thin rabbit walked on the snow in fright and broke into the snow. In this cold and silent world, creatures are suspicious of each other, and there is no peace of mind for a moment.

"Where is this place?"

Jane asked involuntarily.

Gazing at the scene in front of her, Venakana whispered the old saying "Fate".

What surprised her was that the threads of fate of the creatures in this world were changing all the time.

The golden threads that appeared in her eyes were sometimes stretched and sometimes twisted, without any rules at all, they could only indicate a general direction, as if everything was possible.

Then, Vinakana surveyed the world with divinity.

"Are we in the golden age? No, it's not what Dosumilak experienced, it's more like another space, like the kingdom of a certain god."

Vinakana spoke.

"In the divine kingdom of a certain god?"

Jane couldn't help being surprised, she put her palms together quickly, and then made a ring salute.

Regarding the icy and snowy land in front of her, Vinakana had guesses in her heart, but she wasn't sure.

"Perhaps. This is the divine kingdom of Morlan, the godwalker. On the mural, he erected his own statue, juxtaposed with the gods."

Vinakana guessed in her heart.

There was a cold wind all around, and the ice slag was blowing on the faces of the two. The harsh environment made the two dare not stay here. No one knew the threat of cold better than the northern natives.

In the early years, Jane, who traveled around and preached, knew how to find the way in the ice and snow. The nuns first judged where the snow layer was thinner, and then judged where the snow layer was higher.

It took about a quarter of an hour, and the two finally found a road in the snow. Vinakana looked at this road, and the divinity told her where the road led. Simply, even in this age, the fate of these dead things The changes are not many.

The road leads to a pantheon dedicated to the gods in charge of heaven and earth.

In the howling wind, Vinakana and Jane were walking in the snow with difficulty. This space like a kingdom of God is not the illusion of Dosumilak. Everything is extremely real, as if trying to reproduce the golden age scene.

Like black dots, the two of them dragged their legs across sections of snow, and jumped out of the snowdrift with a muffled creaking sound. It took nearly half an hour before they vaguely saw buildings standing on the hillside in the distance. His legs and feet were frozen stiff, and he lost many senses.

"Princess, is that the Pantheon you mentioned?"

Jane pointed to the buildings in the distance and said.

Vinakana nodded slightly and said:
"Yes, there it is."

"Sacrificing all the gods in one temple, the beliefs of the ancestors were so mixed...it's unimaginable. Aren't they afraid that the gods will deviate from each other?"

The nun said with emotion that she has seen many believers of the old gods, but most of them are only loyal to a few or a certain god. She has only seen such a temple of worship as the Pantheon in ancient books.

Vinakana nodded silently.

They walked up slowly. There was not much snow on the hillside, which made the two of them walk a lot easier. However, the road became narrower and narrower. When they approached the Pantheon, there was a pile of red stones standing on both sides of the road. , radiating heat to the surroundings.

The snow under the feet has reduced a lot with the naked eye, and the ground is replaced by extremely muddy land.

The two walked to the door of the Pantheon and looked up. The main building of the Pantheon in front of them was in the shape of a dome and a cylinder. There were broken walls everywhere, crawling with frozen moss, and a square hollow dome on the top. , the north side is connected to an imposing Corinthian column porch, which is the entrance to the temple.

There are broken pillars on both sides of the temple, and there is an ever-burning fire on the square basin, and there is snow on the sides of the pillars.

This dilapidated Pantheon has not been repaired for a long time. Under the erosion of the wind and snow, there are many potholes on the wall, as well as the corpses of insects and frozen chrysalis. The snow in front of the door has been swept away, and it looks cleaner and tidy. .

The doors of the Pantheon were open, and the carpet inside was moldy.

Vinakana knocked on the door frame, and the sound echoed in the spacious hall. The ancient ancestors with a long life, they often built temples without stingy labor, and the slaves are almost endless. Their lives and deaths are certainly worth regretting, but However, the sacrificial hall that connects people and gods is above all else.

There are statues of the gods standing in the Pantheon, arranged in six circles around the hall, including Kars, the god of war, Luiagosir, the mother of the sun, Jiang Luo, the god of poetry and wine, and Lin Sidi, the god of love. Na saw familiar idols and unfamiliar ones.

The ranking of the gods is not indiscriminate.

In the very center of the Pantheon, on the circle closest to the ground stands a tall statue, presenting a robust man in silver armor and a red robe, with one hand slightly raised to the sky, wearing a bright Golden laurel wreath, majestic appearance.

"Statue of Moreland."

Vinakana recognized from divinity which god the statue was from.

Just like the records on the murals or in other words, it is far more serious than the records on the murals.

Morland erected his own image in the pantheon, and not at the end, but at the center of the statues of the gods.

"He deified himself"

Venakana murmured.

She immediately looked at the height of the statue of Morlan, which fully occupied two circles. The top of the statue's head was empty, and then there were three tall statues juxtaposed.

Among the three tall statues, the one on the left looks like a woman. Her ears are pointed and long, like an elf, and her long robe outlines a slender and soft figure. Vinakana can recognize it. It is the image of the god Mira.

The statue on the right is a glorious seat, but there is nothing on it, which is really confusing.

And in the center is the holy image of the Lord, which occupies three circles and is the tallest and most magnificent among the group of gods.

Jane took a step forward, looked up at the icon, raised her hands in a ring salute, and then clasped her hands together and silently recited a prayer.

A brazier was hung from the ceiling, and it was a sunny day, the charcoal was not lit, and there was snow accumulated directly under the hollowed-out square dome.

"The location of the most honorable statue above the statue of Moreland shows that he is distinguished. This is not necessarily the truth, but at least expresses the thoughts of the builders of the Pantheon."

The nuns stated that, regarding the history of these ancient times, there has never been a shortage of researchers in the church,
"These ancestors, they set up statues wantonly, this is really. Worshiping idols indiscriminately."

Idolatry and assigning things to the Lord have always been taboos that cannot be fooled in both the True Sect and the Giant King Sect.

In the teachings of the true religion, the Lord is not without an image, but the scriptures state that His image is only the holy image, and other images must not be regarded as His image.

An analogy is that sunlight is what the sun sets, and people must not regard other rays of light other than sunlight as the sun itself.

In the teachings of the Giant King Sect, although the theological explanation is more complicated, the essential principles are the same.

In the historical books, Jane knows that she never scruples about idolatry and the heresy of assigning things to the Lord.

Intentionally or unintentionally, those heretics often carve the icon into other shapes for temporary situations or selfish desires. As a result, in those places where heresy prevails, the image of the Lord is often a harpy , some of them are giant dragons, and they are even confused with local primitive worshiped gods and become another kind of god.

The last situation happened from time to time in the early days when King Loren unified the old and new kingdoms of Leydon. The Lord of Heaven and Kars, the god of war, were often confused by the uncivilized Leyton people.

The result of laissez-faire idol worship and assigning things to the Lord is unacceptable, because the tampering of icons has always been accompanied by the tampering and even abandonment of doctrines and scriptures, and finally pagan beliefs were born.

The statue of Moreland is tall and straight, and Venakana gazes at the appearance of the first generation of the family.

Da da.

On the empty floor, there was a burst of unhurried footsteps.

Vinakana looked over, and it was a priest.

It was a middle-aged elf. He was tall, close to two meters, with a delicate and beardless face, and his narrow, sharp ears drooped slightly.

The robe on his body is embroidered in the style of elves, but the workmanship is human workmanship. It is full of dust and loose patches, concentrated at the hem, just like a hermit.

"Traveler. It's really strange that this pantheon has welcomed three travelers in just ten years."

The elf priest sighed, then he took two steps forward and introduced himself:
"Moussafa, I am the priest who guards this pantheon, dedicated to Morlan, the god of the earth."

Jane showed a strange expression, not because of the content of Musafa's self-introduction, but because the priest spoke another language that he had never heard before, but he could hear it clearly.

After hearing the elf priest's self-introduction, Vinakana clarified her guess in her heart.

This space is indeed Morland's kingdom of gods, and this godwalker is revered as "God on Earth" or "God on Earth".

Since there is a statue of Morland standing in the Pantheon, it means that the time in this space is after Morland ascended the god and before the soul was broken.

Facing Mussaffa, after Vinakana and Jane introduced themselves, the princess caught the question:

"Priest, did you just say that travelers came three times in ten years?"

"good,"

The elf priest nodded slightly,

"You know, this is a remote place in the northern land, and there is no one in it for a hundred miles. I have lived in seclusion here for nearly a thousand years, and I only meet a traveler once in a hundred years.

However. Just eight or nine years ago, I met a group of Graman believers. After they worshiped the idol in the temple, the leading priest asked me for a map and left.

And three years ago, three very strange creatures came, they were full of wisdom, but they were not humans, elves, dwarves, etc. My feeling was similar to that of angels. After they worshiped the empty seat on the right, someone actually It was a suggestion to smash all the other idols, but it scared me enough.

Then, they asked me about the current situation here, stayed for a few days, asked a lot about the deeds of Morlan, the god of the world, and left here.

And in the end, it is you two, it is unimaginable that I will meet travelers three times in just ten years, maybe this indicates something. "

Vinakana listened to Musafa's story.

The travelers in the first round were obviously Chim and his party, and in the second round it was the three heretics sent by Soheer.

She captured information from it, the time flow rate in this space is different from that of the outside world. Roughly speaking, ten years here may be only two quarters of an hour in the outside world.

The princess sorted out her thoughts a little bit, she knew that she came here to inherit the spiritual mantle of Morland, and only in this way can she come to an end.

So Vinakana asked:
"Is there a temple dedicated to Moreland near here?"

Mussaffa immediately fell into a thoughtful look, and under the divinity, Vinakana saw many answers flashing in his mind.

"There are countless halls dedicated to this new god, but the most worth mentioning is the Dragon's Back Mountain Range, which is the place where the earth god Morlan finally slaughtered the dragon.

There is a temple dedicated to him alone, built among the remains of the evil dragon. I have seen its magnificence in the pictures, and it can be called the masterpiece of the craftsman god. "

The elf priest sighed with emotion, but he quickly thought of something, and said worriedly:
"However, I don't recommend you to go to that temple. It is rumored that it is being targeted by the frost dragon Sodora. You can see it soaring in the sky all year round, eyeing the temple.
I heard that the high priest of that temple is about to perform a grand ceremony to pray for the earth god Morlan to send down his chosen one."

(End of this chapter)