savior epic

Chapter 348 St. Vinacana who returned to the world.

Vinakana walked into the gloomy city of Mosor.

Pale water dripped from the eaves and fell to the ground, eroding potholes.

Morsor is dead, it's a dead city.

The true believers were persecuted. They died and fled. Vinakana could not see a true believer in the divinity.There are no believers left in the city.

The once-vibrant city rotted in the rain, wailing, anguish, moaning...as the rain soaked every tile.

If there are extreme and fanatical true believers who know the suffering of this city, they will definitely regard it as the self-inflicted suffering of the believers of the old gods and heretics, and thus stand on the side and be complacent.

It was a revenge mentality.

Because the people on the same side are persecuted by others, they hate the people on the other side, hope that they will suffer misfortune, hope that the world will oppose them and punish their sins, and even take their own hands to avenge the living people on the other side in the name of revenge. , to take revenge on that side's relatives, to take revenge on that side's clan...

Vinakana had no intention of judging what was right or wrong.

That doesn't make sense.

because…

man can take revenge,
God will not.

"The blood in me is His blood."

whispered Vinakana, walking alone in the empty streets.

Rain fell everywhere.

"O Vulcan, O Vulcan, burn away the evil before my eyes, burn away my pain!"

On the road along the street, there was a believer in the old gods. It was an old man, his face was covered with moss, and he hugged his white legs, crying in the rain.

As the rain accumulates in the pits, as sin accumulates in the earth.

Vinakana was walking in this alley, so she naturally heard the pleading words.

"Vulcan, please advise with the gods, we have expelled those true believers, they are no longer in this city! Take back your punishment!"

The old man cried and howled, he knelt on the ground, his forehead collided with the soil, splashing water.

Vinakana stopped in front of him.

The old man raised his head slowly and stared blankly at Vinakana.

"Who are you...how come you don't have...nowhere is white?"

Vinakana looked down at the man.

"How come you don't have a white spot?! It's impossible? It's impossible!"

The old man seemed to be stimulated, and he crashed into the whirlpool of madness,
"Which god do you believe in? Did the god come early? Gods, the end of the world is coming! A god has come! He has returned to the human world from the kingdom of celestial bodies!"

Vinakana looked at the old man silently without saying a word.

The old man kowtowed and knocked his head to the ground, praying continuously in his mouth.

"It's impossible for anyone not to get caught in the rain, everyone will face the end of the world! Ah, the gods want us to live, and those true believers, those believers who oppress us, evil will be rewarded, evil will be evil report!"

The old man howled in pain, looking pitiful and crazy,
"Among the gods, a god has come, a god has come! Save me from suffering, save me from suffering! I beseech the god, save me from suffering."

"you are wrong,"

Vinakana spit out:
"I am from the Lord."

The old man's movements stopped abruptly.

He lifted his head up and stared at Vinakana with astonished eyes.

"I believe in the Lord, there is no rain on me."

Vinakana said flatly.

The old man froze, as if a puppet's string had been snapped.

"I do want to tell you that my God is not far from me."

Vinakana didn't care if the old man came to his senses.

She held out her hand because she heard the man say, "Save me from my troubles."

The streak of blood sank into the old man's forehead and took death away from him.

The old man's skin, which had been soaked white by the rain, slowly regained its original flesh color under the breeze blowing in the street. As time passed, his flesh and blood were no longer lifeless gray and white.

So Vinakana left.

The old man was still stunned in place, the blood from his forehead had already dried on it.

His mind was in a whirlpool of chaos, his body was free from pain, but his spirit was tortured by his original beliefs.

A word commonly used by true believers, breaking free from the vortex.

"saint…"

The old man whispered tremblingly.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, his limbs were no longer at the mercy of pain, and he felt his brain was burning.

The old man shouted hoarsely in the streets:

"That's the saint,
I see a saint! "

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When the building is about to fall, there will always be people running and screaming, shouting loudly before the imminent disaster.

Vinakana walked through the streets and alleys of Mosor City.

Since the pale rain fell, those streets and alleys are dead, those Mosor people are like soaking their corpses in the rain, their eyes are either confused or lost, they are tortured by the dead souls Sample.

And Vinakana walked the streets.

The believers of the old gods knelt on the ground, praying for the mercy of the gods, praying for the coming of the gods, and praying for the end of the world to come in an instant.

Vinakana pushed away the begging hands.

For those hands are not begging for deliverance.

And all those who want to be saved are saved in the hands of Venakana.

And for those who are unwilling to be saved, they believe in the glory after the end of the world, believe in the doom of the true believers, and regard the salvation of Vinakana as the promise of the devil.

Vina Khanna just said:
"I have come that he who will be saved may be saved.

And for those who will not receive it, let the world pass away from them.

It is as if the light is about to fall on the earth. People can hide in the shadows, but they cannot hide the light. "

In an instant, the arrival of Vinakana made the whole city of Mosor know about it.

saint…

living saint...

Prophets, the prophets of the true religion...

The one sent by the Lord...

The invisible angel of light...

All kinds of voices resounded in every street, and many names found Vinakana at an extremely fast speed.

The arrival of Venakana let the priests of the believers of the old gods know.

The priests of the believers of the old gods did not believe such rumors at first. Since the arrival of the pale shower, there have been countless miracles or weird rumors overnight, and in the end they either disappeared or were falsified in full view.

however…

People in almost every street and alley are talking about the arrival of a woman, who may be a saint, a prophet, or an angel, who is sent by the Lord of the true religion.

As for those who brought the legends everywhere, almost everyone has returned to their previous flesh color, without a trace of paleness on their bodies.

Not many people could name the woman, and for a while she had all sorts of made up names.

And before long,

Everyone knows her name.

San Vina Cana.

Saint Vinacana returned to the world.

(End of this chapter)