savior epic

Chapter 350 God's love is never forsaken, never separated.

Vinakana appeared before all eyes.

The real woman in front of the believers of the old gods even kept saying that the miracles she saw with the naked eye were not credible.

Those prostrate on the ground, the rescued people couldn't help but took a deep breath, trembling with fear, they were worried that Venakana would anger Dimitrios and lose the chance to turn back.

Vinakana has already restrained her divinity.

In the eyes of those people, her temperament is no different from that of ordinary people.

"Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Dimitrios glared at Vinakana, and said in a high voice:

"Only the God of Prophecy enlightens our way, you true believer who does not receive enlightenment from the gods! Look at yourself from head to toe, you are just a mortal! Where did you get the miracle that appeared in your soul?!"

Dimitrios' high-pitched voice encouraged the believers of the old gods in the square, and they boiled up, wantonly insulting and cursing the former true believers.

The Priest of the Old God held the stone platform high, and after everyone's emotions subsided a little, he slammed down the scepter heavily. Quiet.

"It is a blasphemy to the gods to deceive the people of the gods and use tricks to play with their minds!"

To the true woman, Demetrios read aloud one crime after another.

Those crimes combined are enough to sentence Vinakana to be executed hundreds of times.

The old man who was saved first, his face slowly turned pale when he heard the priest's sentence, and his whole body was shaking.

Vinakana silently looked at the priest of the old god.

Dimitrios's voice became louder and louder, and the eagle scepter in his hand repeatedly hit the stone platform. Under the heavy hammer, the stone bricks burst into cracks.

He stood high on the stone platform, looking down at Venakana from top to bottom, and the scepter of the eagle glowed like daylight with the fall of the last crime.

The condemnation of the Priest of the Old God was over, his body stood upright, his dry lips were ready to preach the final judgment.

The fanatical believers of the old gods were waiting, they couldn't hold back anymore, they were eager to execute Vinakana before the eyes of the crowd, so that they could wait for the end of the world and march towards a new kingdom with the hands of the gods.

After that, those dirty true believers will stay in this desperate world and suffer eternal misery.

Vinakana raised her hand.

"Isaiah."

Time suddenly slowed down.

One face after another is either fanaticism, hatred, hatred, worry, pity, or grief...

Whatever the looks on those faces, Vinakana didn't care.

In the eyes of those fanatical believers in the old gods, killing themselves is their morality and the only correct way.

Vinakana does not bind himself to anyone's morals and paths.

The princess raised her face, she stretched out her fingertips, and pointed towards Dimitrios, the priest of the old god of prophecy.

Instantly restored to its original state.

"I prophesied that you will die in the next moment."

Vinakana spoke.

The words fell on the ground, and the believers of the old gods boiled instantly, scolding Vinakana loudly for treason and blasphemy.

Dimitrios looked at the princess contemptuously, taking it as the madness of a madman.

"Execute her! Let her be burned at the stake! Let the gods punish..."

Dimitrios' voice suddenly got stuck in his neck, and he couldn't speak any more.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

In the hustle and bustle of voices, how insignificant is this drop of cold sweat.

But that was an omen.

Dimitrios' body fell forward.

The tall body in sacrificial robes fell from the stone platform and hit the ground heavily.

thump.

In the dull sound.

The square suddenly fell into endless dead silence.

The movements of the believers of the old gods froze, like puppets whose strings had been tightened and remained motionless.

"I prophesy,"

The flat voice sounded again,
"He can live again in the next moment."

Everyone present heard this sentence.

The voice just landed,

Dimitrios breathed suddenly.

His body surged on the stone bricks.

Is it incredible...

In the minds of the believers of the old gods, it is not so much inconceivable, but rather horrified.

Terrifying!

Everything in front of me, there is no iconic, flashing miraculous light in the mythology, or other great visions that make people admire, there is no heaven and earth, no lightning and thunder...

Some are just plain voices that are almost ignored by anyone.

Just like that, Dimitrios, the pure man of the God of Prophecy, the head of the priests of the Old God, died suddenly and was revived suddenly.

No word can describe the state of mind of the believers of the old gods.

Vinakana moved forward slowly.

The believers of the old gods were driven by their instincts, their faces were still stiff, but their bodies got out of the way.No one dared to stop this true religion woman who came from nowhere.

Vinakana walked up to the stone platform where the Priest of the Old God had stood, and she stood on it.

Tears flowed from the eyes of the rescued people. Only then did these people realize how cowardly their behavior was. All their confidence combined was not as good as an old man who stood up.

The saved people stepped over the fanatical believers of the old gods and flocked to the stone platform. They raised their heads and looked up at Vinakana on the stone platform, looking up at the legendary living saint.

Therefore, Venakana revealed his name to them.

"Those who will be saved by my hand,"

"You should know,"

"Even at the end of the world, God's love will never forsake and never be cut off."

Vina Kanab said.

That passage was still short, without the tireless efforts of the old pastor, let alone the madness of the martyrs.

But it is better than a thousand sentences, and it really shocked everyone's heart.

This confirms what Vinakana said earlier:

"Never mind the visible miracles,

Confused people are always the naked eye,
Only what manifests in the soul is grace. "

In the city of Mosor, people who were willing to receive salvation gathered in the square. Because of Vinakana, they got rid of the curse of dead souls on their bodies. They were saved and their bodies no longer turned white.

Among these people, many people still believe in the gods, and many people have abandoned their original beliefs, hoping to rely on someone's hand to baptize and convert to the true religion.

After three days and three nights, Vinakana told those who were saved to leave the city of Mosor as soon as possible, because the pale showers would still come again.

Believers who would not be saved endured the torment, unwilling to move their feet.

And those who were saved listened to Venakana's words and left from the city of Mosor.

Thousands of Mosors wandered all the way to foreign lands, spreading the deeds of St. Venacana on the vast northern land.

(End of this chapter)