I just covet their strength

Chapter 215 God’s Preacher

As the shrill alarm sounded, almost all the people in the restaurant stood up instinctively.

Including evening prayers.

"What? What? Are they all nearby garrisons?"

Westhead was stunned and looked at everyone who stood up in unison.

"No, our base is not on the verge of a occupied area."

Evening Prayer shook his head and sat down, looking at the report on the big screen with a serious look, biting his fingers:

"I just didn't expect that we would lose so quickly."

The other customers in the restaurant sat down again after the excitement, but compared to the evening prayer, they seemed decadent.

"Another big shock?"

"Alas, I don't know how long I can hold out."

"Hesvera was also destroyed not long ago. As a neighboring country, how could we be spared?"

"And Chang Yun is also about to destroy his country."

"We can't win. We can't win at all! Those monsters!"

"We will also be devoured and all will die"

"."

They are all defeatist counselors!

Evening Prayer listened to the discouraging words around her, her beautiful red eyes widened and then suddenly shrank, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

After a moment's silence, she finally chose to tap the table with her fingertips and sang softly.

"The night sky twinkles, and the sea of ​​stars dances."

"The light fades, and the falling leaves are colorful."

"Merciful Lord, clear heavens."

"Bless us, even to the heavens."

The ethereal and holy singing came out from the evening prayer, as if it could touch the delicate soul. Although it was not loud, the incongruous and light singing still attracted everyone's attention.

"That's a monk?"

"God's Preacher."

More and more people were looking at the singing girl, and the evening prayer voice gradually changed from the ethereal sound at the beginning to the passionate and indignant sound, sweeping away the originally gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

After the singing stopped, while the atmosphere was still there, Evening Prayer immediately stood up on the chair, put one hand on his chest, and looked around.

"Everyone!"

The girl with gray hair and red eyes said passionately:

"Don't give up! Even if you suffer a temporary setback, you must never give up resistance."

"We will take back the sun! We will take back the earth! Until the birds and flowers can return, until civilization survives!"

"As long as tomorrow is worth looking forward to, we still have reason to fight!"

"So what if it's Chaos? Nothing can defeat an unyielding warrior!"

"Pray! God bless us, we will surely ascend to heaven!"

The last words of the evening prayer were widely echoed, with the crowd inside and outside the restaurant chanting:
"Up to the sky!"

"Pray to my Lord!"

"We all go up to the sky!"

"God bless you!"

"."

"call--"

Evening Prayer sat down with a sense of relief and looked at Westhead apologetically:
"Although the announcement did not require us to go back, I am a monk and will most likely be transferred. I have to return to the monastery."

"I'm sorry, this is a rare vacation, but now I have to cancel it." Westhead shook his head: "It's okay, I don't mind taking a vacation, but I wanted to ask you just now, they said you are a monk?"

"You really lost your memory?"

Evening Prayer looked at Westhead strangely, but still explained patiently:

"Well, since I grew up in a monastery, I naturally inherited the position of a monk. I can be considered a preacher of God. It is my duty to enlighten people and spread their faith."

Westhead was even more confused: "God means..."

"Of course it is the gods who can lead us to heaven. We, the Xuli people, and even the whole world, share the same belief."

The obvious answer to the evening prayer almost suffocated Westhead.

Wasn't the [Lord of the Blue Sky] not born yet? Wasn't the [Lord of the Blue Sky] sitting in front of me before he ascended?

Could it be that [Lord of the Heavens] was not the first celestial god, and there were other masters before him? !
Westhead's eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell into deep self-doubt.

Evening Prayer blinked her long, slightly curved eyelashes, lowered her head and held her heart:
“Although it is just a beautiful expectation, no matter how false the belief is, as long as it can give people courage and hope, it is good.”

Hmm? So it's just a simple belief without any entity. That's fine.

Westhead's later ideas have been ingrained in people's minds, and they have actually forgotten that faith does not require any physical sustenance. Faith is born out of spiritual needs.

It’s just that the existence of God makes all false idols worthless.

After the alarm, Evening Prayer no longer had the mood to enjoy the holiday. He finished his dinner in a hurry and left quickly with Westhead.

It wasn't just the two of them, the entire city had its flashy disguise torn off. Passersby no longer pretended to be "enjoying their vacation", and a heavy and solemn atmosphere spread.

It was a holiday resort one moment and a large military camp the next.

Evening Prayer brought Westhead to the airport. One after another, fighter planes and transport ships took off from the vast platform, with their suspended tails spewing orange or blue flames, stirring up waves of air as they sailed away.

The giant ship, like a moving island, lowered its landing ladder, and thousands of people were boarding the ship to rush to the front line.

Evening Prayer's fighter plane is a red and white flapping-wing aircraft with graceful lines and four crystal-edge wings.

"Hold on tight, I'm going fast."

The gray-haired girl jumped into the driver's seat with a determined look in her eyes.

"Buzz-"

The flapping-wing aircraft began to flap its wings rapidly, and the afterimage weaved a faint blue light wing around the fighter, and the next moment it soared into the sky.

"Boom boom boom——"

The strong feeling of weightlessness made Westhead sway twice before he regained his balance.

Through the observation window of the fighter plane, he found that he was gradually moving away from the city, and after rising into the sky, the entire picture of the resort city appeared before him.

"Floating city?"

I saw a steel jungle made up of countless high-rise buildings, which was built on the foundation of a floating island. Countless transformations filled the inside and outside of the floating island, holding up the entire city in the air.

Floating, but not completely floating.

Compared to the miracle city of the Sky Kingdom floating above the clouds, the floating city in front of us is only one or two hundred meters above the ground, which can only be described as floating.

This made Westhead ask:

"Why not just go high up in the sky?"

The floating city is indeed an advantageous weapon against chaos, because the turbid chaos originates from the earth, while the clear sky is beyond their reach.

By mastering air superiority, one can unilaterally bully Chaos, or at least be invincible.

But this height is not high enough to reach the sky that Chaos considers to be "out of reach".

Evening Prayer turned to look at Westhead again. She was probably used to the latter's "amnesia" and explained:

"This is the limit. We can't go any higher. There is an invisible barrier above the sky that traps us on the earth. If the entire earth wasn't almost completely polluted, why would people flee to the sky?"

The girl raised her head slightly and stretched out her hand as if to touch the starry sky above her head.

Evening Prayer's red eyes misted slightly, and he sighed:
"Only that sky is not polluted by chaos, so I want to go up to the sky."

(End of this chapter)