savior epic

Chapter 63 Canonization
singing,

How their singing overwhelmed the hatred of the heathen.

The pagans cheered the flames on Christopher, and rushed towards the true believers, pouring out their anger wantonly.

The true believers immediately rioted, however, the singing did not stop.

The priest stood on the platform and shouted to stop the angry heretics, demanding silence.

"Silence! Silence! Believers, silence!"

However, the heretics still regarded the singing as a provocation to the holy fire, and the incited riots did not subside. The angry crowd attacked the true believers and pushed the singing people.

They roared, roared, and even used violence, trying to interrupt the singing of the true believers.

"Nora Rich."

The solemn voice, coming from nowhere and for no reason, exploded in everyone's ears.

Believers of any religion, they turned their heads involuntarily, and their eyes fell on the stake.

The flames are still churning, still burning.

The pagans present firmly believed that,

The flame is purifying, purifying the evil spirit of the priest, purifying the blasphemy against the gods.
Do not,
The flame is not purifying.

people eyes wide open
Among the dancing flames, one can vaguely see Christopher raising his head and closing his eyelids peacefully at some point.

The flame is the angel of the Lord,
Father Christopher, bathed in light and shadow,

in detachment.

The heartbeat of faith told them all about it.

They obviously couldn't see it, but they could feel that the one covered in light was standing in front of Christopher.

The true believers were weeping and clasped their hands together.

Lord, Lord.

The priest's old eyes were full of disbelief.

true lord
Resurrected? !

Christopher, who was bathed in fire, his scorched black body gradually merged into the sacred light and shadow, his face gradually became illusory, gently raised his hands, walked out of the raging fire, and stepped on the invisible stairs.

He climbed up slowly, following the breeze that blew through everyone's heart, towards the quiet starry night that is completely different from the world, or call it the sky, the sky.

In short, he went to the Gao Miao Heaven that the world longed for.

The priest lowered his head and looked at the world again.

He knows, he knows.

Salvation is here.

He rolled the flames and ascended to heaven.

As Christopher gradually drifted away, the body no longer fell in the vision, and everyone's eyes returned to the earth, and put them on the burning platform.

He stands there.

The scepter in the palm of the priest's palm was sweating, and he tried his best to suppress the trembling of his heart, suppressing faith with faith.

The radiant Him cast his gaze over.

Whether young and strong men, old or weak, women or children, true believers or pagans, they held their breath one by one, as if their hearts were pressed against a mountain.

They seemed to hear the mercy of God.

God's might is like a mountain.

The heart trembled uncontrollably, tears flowed silently, they couldn't speak a word, as if they had been deprived of language, the thought of speaking came to an abrupt end, and the impulse to crawl hit everyone's most fragile strings, as if they stood still for a second, it was all worth celebrating .

He seems to be judging.

He seems to be measuring.

but.
"I, forgive you." He paused, "This is my covenant with him."

In holy light.

Silent for a long time.

Even if he doesn't know when to leave.

After that, there was only crying one after another.

People see it, and they can't forget it later.

Since then, thousands of years of history cannot avoid today.

It will live on thousands of murals today.

The world will henceforth say of the Father of the Holy Silver Cathedral:
Forgive by fire, Saint Christopher.

Rita Salem.

Boanlan City.

A place where true religions gather.The hometown of tens of thousands of true believers.

This sacred city of blue and white marble.Bo'anlan is the holy city among the holy cities.

The magnificent church is built on the mountain, the Nativity Cathedral.According to myths and legends, it was transformed by the second son of the Lord God, the angel Saint Noel born from heaven, who fell to the earth.

The architectural design is large and grand. Looking up, you can see various murals or hanging gilded chandeliers. You can see bright red carpets everywhere. The arched columns support the four walls. Avoid as much as possible, emphasizing the sense of solemnity and history of the church.

In the hall, the stone statue of the gods weeping around the coffin of the main god added a quiet gloom and sorrow to the sacredness.

The Cathedral of the Nativity, Pope Ain, who restored the canon, once said that it represents absolute respect for the Lord.

hum!
The Lord's clock trembled.

The cathedral bell that should only ring at mass is trembling
The wicks in front of the gods followed the bells and lit up one by one, and the candlelight was like a waterfall.

In the silent night, the lights were brightly lit in an instant.

The bishops in round clothes and red robes were all awakened. Within half an hour, they gathered in the circular church hall, greeted each other, looked at the horror on their faces, and sank into the crowd in an uproar.

"Why? Why did the big church bell suddenly ring?"

"Shouldn't it be someone who struck the bell, or is it... ringing?"

A certain bishop's low-pitched guess immediately piled up everyone's astonishment,

"It is impossible that the Ziming Church has not been canonized for decades."

"Lawrence, don't forget that only angels descending from the mortal world can confer the title of saint."

"Let's not talk about the saintly character, even the blessed product has disappeared in this sinking age since the fall of Baiyinkana."

In the midst of an uproar, the cathedral bells rang again, bells ringing like waves, one after another, the bishops folded their hands together and kissed the icon.

For a long time, in the gap between the bells.

The triple crown, with scarves on both sides hanging down the shoulders, the white-haired, pious old man slowly walked out from the back hall. The hem of the long white robe reached the ground, tied with holy ropes, and the circular silk sacrificial shawl covered his shoulders.

The Pope's scepter in the old man's hand, following his footsteps, touched the ground again and again.

"The Lord protects you, our beloved and blessed Pope."

The bishops greeted the Pope with joy.

The Pope raised his aging arm and slowly performed the ring salute.

"I know what you want to ask, loyal servants of the Lord."

Leaning on the scepter, the Pope glanced at the puzzled and astonished expressions of the bishops.

"Not only the big cathedral bell, but none of the other five cathedrals and nine holy bells are not ringing."

The bishops held their breath, showing their awe and piety without any disguise.With their eyes closed, they watched the Pope turn around, with his back to the crowd, leaning on the scepter, and walked to the statues of the gods and main gods.

The pope raised his hand and stroked the stone slab inscribed with the ancient scriptures in front of the holy statue. Since the destruction of the ancient holy capital, the scriptures have been rebuilt, and this Boanlan city has become a new saint of ten thousand cities.

"After decades, finally, someone has been canonized a saint again." The Pope, who turned his back to everyone, held up his scepter, and his words were full of solemnity and solemnity.

Even though there were many guesses, the bishops were still stunned for a moment, and then they burst into tears.

The Lord still protects the world.

Even if the Holy Land falls, the kingdom of heaven is still open to believers.

Several of them fell to the ground with excitement, crying like babies, weeping with joy, and hugging each other.

After an unknown amount of time, the bells gradually died down.
No one saw, the pope touched the canon tablet over and over again, his fingertips trembling.

There is an extra sentence in the scriptures:
Forgiveness is salvation.

He didn't say anything, he hid it.

Not just the canonization of the saints, the He, renewing the covenant with the world.

And this has not happened for thousands of years.

"Why. The gods have been exiled. The angels who are loyal to the Lord. The kingdom of heaven is already here." The Pope murmured, and no one could hear him. His heart was full of turmoil and panic.

In the wails of piety, the Pope could not find an answer.

(End of this chapter)