savior epic

Chapter 363 Your Souls Are Lost
Since she is a person sent by God, she is a person who retreats from the devil.

Priest Haykir's loud words were like a thunderbolt, waking up everyone present.

Originally, the crowd slowly fell into the predicament of falling asleep in the boring sermons of the disciples one after another. They were not as eloquent as the priest of Haijier, and they often quoted the words of some masters of scriptures to strengthen their courage. , but this creates a confusion of language, and those who listen cannot understand the words in these sermons.

However, High Priest's announcement changed all that.

Those sent by God, those who cast away the devil...

These two simple sentences, uttered by the highly respected priest Haijier, actually touched the heartstrings in an instant, making tears well up in the eyelids and moving the heart.

Whether they are saved or not, they raised their faces to the high platform, waiting for Vinakana.

People are waiting for her.

Vinakana looked down the stage.

Thousands of eyes looked up from the bottom, and they couldn't help clasping their hands together, looking up at the face that stood still in the flickering light of the torch.

Priest Hakil had already stepped aside, and he closed his eyes slightly, determined to listen quietly to the sermon that Vinakana was about to pour out, the sermon of a man who retreated from the devil...

The priest couldn't help thinking that if he missed this sermon, it would be like missing God's arrangement.

Serena and Sandra looked at Vinakana, the black-haired girl's heart rose, and she felt inexplicably nervous.

Vinakana didn't have any chanting beads in her hands, and she was not wearing a priest's robe, but an ordinary robe.

Just relying on human eyes, no one can see that she has any element of belief in the king of my king, nor can she see that there is even a little element of true religion in her.

Vinakana deliberately blurs everything.

Everyone looked at this man.

Just wait for her voice to sound slowly.

"Your souls are lost."

The voice fell, and everyone in the audience fell into a group of stunned.

After a daze, they couldn't help but look at each other.

The officiant's disciples were also in a daze, and they looked at the high priest from time to time to confirm the latter's expression.

How can a soul of firm faith get lost?
Judgment has come, they recite the scriptures day after day, and keep the law, how can it cause the soul to be lost?
Even the priest Haykir who was watching opened his eyes, not because of anything, but because the priest who exorcised the devil spoke amazingly.

However, Priest Haykil was not overwhelmed with shock. In fact, he was only a little surprised. Whether it is a priest of the true religion or a priest of the giant king, it is not uncommon for the words in the sermon to be astonishing.

Therefore, after High Priest comforted the bewildered disciples with his eyes, he lamented in his heart that these people are too easy to care about and become confused. Even though they have served the gods for many years, they have not learned a little tranquility from themselves.

"Your souls are lost."

On the high platform, Vinakana repeated again.

The voice fell again, and everyone who was stunned subconsciously panicked.

Our souls are lost...

Wouldn't that be... going to perish in judgment?
Panic is far more contagious than wind and cold, and it spread like waves among the crowd in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a person knelt on the ground and shouted loudly:
"The judgment has come, the judgment has come, the Temple of All Eternals, the Temple of All Eternals!"

The rest of the heretics let go of the panic in their hearts, and amidst the clattering sound, they knelt on the ground in unison.

"The judgment has come, the judgment has come, the Temple of All Eternals, the Temple of All Eternals! The Temple of God, everyone's cleansing!"

The voices of the crowd gathered together, and thousands of dust particles on the earth trembled.

"Your souls are lost,"

Vinakana repeated it over and over again.

Everyone raised their heads one after another, staring intently at the man sent by God.

"Because they don't know what they want.

It's like a lamb trying to be full. It should be eating grass, but it feeds itself iron and stone. "

The pagans were in an uproar.

If we don't know what we want, how can we not know what we want?
We want to eat green grass, how can we feed ourselves iron and stone?

Priest Hakil, who was listening, couldn't help but opened his eyes, and looked at Vinakana.

Vinakana stood still.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they stared straight at Vinakana.

The gathered eyes seemed to be questioning, and those doubts that were difficult to blurt out gathered in one line of sight after another.

Invisible waves rose from the crowd, rushing towards Venakana menacingly, trying to submerge it in the abyss of the sea.

"What do you want?"

Venakana asked again, her words calm,
"Want austerity, want sickness, want pain,
Want to sharpen your soul over and over again in repeated scriptures,
Want to stand alone in the judgment that lasts for thousands of years and still has no end, even if the soul is going to die, the dead soul will live forever in your body. "

"If you want these, recite the scriptures, so recite [Man has departed from his eternal law and disregarded the sovereign will of God,]"

Vinakana's voice is flat, but the vitality of the words is endless, as if roaring,
"So feed yourself scriptures like iron thorns, prayers like rocks!"

"If you don't want it, feed yourselves grass. Because you all know that a lamb must eat grass to be full!"

heresy…

heresy…

Priest Hakil trembled all over his body. He looked at Venakana in astonishment. The man who exorcised the devil in front of him was wearing a priest's robe, but he asked to put down the scriptures and pray.

What kind of heresy is this?
What a heresy!
His disciples are like the passengers of the sea wolf who have been caught in a storm. Under the wind and waves, they lean on the wall of the cabin and tremble. They can only look at the captain, the priest of Hakil, with fear in their hearts, and put their hands together. Put your palms together and ask God to lend a helping hand.

"Put down your scriptures, put down your prayers."

Vinakana's voice leveled off.

That doesn't mean her words no longer carry power.

On the contrary, it was the gathering of dark clouds before the thunderbolt.

Everyone heard the persuasion from her voice, but her calm face did not mean that she was not strict.

She knew who the believers under the high platform were.

If my evangelism is for those who have never been judged and suffered tribulations, I have to answer them what is God, where is God, how long will the judgment end, and how will the salvation and the new world promised to the world before the judgment come?
But the people in Hykir City in front of them were not.

They are the ones who will be judged and will suffer.

Everyone's eyes trembled slightly, their mouths were slightly opened, and they looked at Vinakana in disbelief.

Cold sweat overflowed from the wrists and neck.

Misery befell them, and the pale showers came before their eyes. They were tortured by the souls of the dead, and saw the deformed horrors of their brothers, wives and children.

Day after day, "Judgment has come, the Temple of Eternity." Who can guess how many mournful cries there are in the frantic prayers?Even if the building of faith collapses, the true voice has long been buried in the dust and cannot be expressed.

Everyone no longer has the energy to ask.

No scriptures like iron thorns, no prayers like rocks...

What wild words.

If a lamb wants to be full, it must eat green grass.

An extremely simple metaphor, blurted out by a man sent by God.

The shock was indescribable.

Those words cannot be questioned.

Everyone couldn't help but clenched their hands tightly.

All eyes gathered on the stage again, and everyone stared at Vinakana, with hopeful eyes, their hearts beat faster, and they were sweating profusely.

Their eyes expect an answer to a question.

"Officer, where is the grass?"

"Where is the grass to feed the lambs?"

"When will the green grass come?"

Voices called out from the mouths of the crowd.

When they ask where the grass is, they ask:
Where is salvation? !

Where is the salvation after judgment? !
When will all that was promised to us come? !
Vinakana stands alone on a high platform.

Priest Haykir, who was listening, felt a panic surge from his feet. He, who has been preaching all the year round, was acutely aware that things were about to get out of his control.

He tensed his feet, gritted his teeth fiercely, and with a sudden force, stepped forward like a weight.

"heresy!"

Shouted High Priest Hykir, who stood up and identified Vinakana,
"Blasphemy! You must not listen to the words of that heretic!"

The officiant's disciples reacted one after another, and without hesitation, they stood on the side of the high priest, and a sharp voice exploded from the lungs that had been panicking for a long time:
"The one on stage is a heretic! She is not someone sent by God!"

"Heretic! If you listen to me, you will be punished a thousand times!"

Vinakana didn't even look back at the clergymen.

I am here to preach, not to braid sutras.

Her eyes still fell on the people in the audience.

The high-pitched identification and intimidation by the High Priest and his disciples caused an unprecedented uproar, causing everyone in the city of Highkil to waver for a while.

They were puzzled and frightened, and people of weak minds were shaken.

Who is she?
A man sent by God, or a heretic?
Why... Was I listening to a heretic sermon just now?

Vinakana faced the crowd.

A storm of doubt rises suddenly, as if the building that is about to topple is irreversible.

She raised her finger to the sky.

boom!
Exploding thunder surged from the dark clouds.

The vision trembled.

Everyone's pupils widened bit by bit, and their eyelids couldn't help but look up.

As for the High Priest and his disciples, who had identified Vinakana as a heretic, their hands were trembling, and their minds went blank for a moment.

The soles of Vinakana's feet showed clouds.

Her figure slowly rose into the sky, and then thunder fell from the sky.

After thunder comes rain.

Not the pale heavy rain, but the clear rain.

(End of this chapter)