Fantasy Simulator

Scenes after scenes emerged in front of us.

In the area in all directions, bursts of brilliance shrouded.

At this moment, what appeared before his eyes was a huge lake.

The lake is very huge and spacious, like an inland sea, without seeing the bottom.

However, unlike normal lakes, the lake in front of me is filled with a kind of sacred brilliance, which seems to have a huge power shrouded in it, giving people a unique sense of sacredness.

Occasionally, you can see golden fish leaping over the lake, and there are beautiful little fairies playing and playing, and a particularly beautiful scene is presented, which looks particularly exciting.

At a glance, it seemed as if he had come to a fairyland in the legend.

And in the distance, in the middle of the lake, a golden tree grows there, bearing golden fruits on it, which looks very unique.

The fruit is golden, and it seems to have a legendary texture on it. It is extraordinarily unique, as if it contains the unique meaning of the world, giving people a unique feeling.

"This...this is..."

Looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged priest was dumbfounded, only to feel that he was in a dream.

However, the scene in front of him also made him feel particularly unique, with an inexplicable sense of sight.

"Golden Sacred Tree, Fairy Lake..."

Standing in place, he felt like he had thought of something, and his heart jumped.

As if thinking of something, he raised his head and looked forward, looking under the golden sacred tree.

I saw there, a figure was standing, with his back facing him, facing the golden sacred tree, as if mumbling to himself, saying something there.

"Our Lady!"

The middle-aged priest finally confirmed this.

Isn't the scene in front of the legendary Golden Garden of the Virgin Mary?

In other words, this is the legendary holy realm.

Then, the person standing under the golden tree...

Thinking of this, the middle-aged priest jumped in his heart, and then quickly moved forward and walked forward.

With a mentality of anxiety and pilgrimage, he slowly walked forward, wanting to take a look.

As his thoughts flashed, he slowly got up and moved forward.

In all directions, he seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and an invisible bridge emerged, and it appeared in such an instant, built on the golden lake.

Above the lake, a faint golden light showed off.

This golden bridge is brilliant, and it looks extremely bright at a glance, giving people a dazzling sense of dazzling.

Just walking on this, you can feel an inexplicable sense of sacredness, and feel a deep sedimentation of history.

With a mentality of pilgrimage, the middle-aged priest slowly stepped into it and walked over the golden bridge.

And along with his actions, a wave of messages unfolded.

Those are the various stories of the past, and scenes of epic scenes of the Virgin saving the world, which were displayed so clearly at this moment, and they came to his mind.

Walking on the golden bridge, feeling the messages that emerged in his mind, the middle-aged priest had deep tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help crying at this moment.

An inexplicable touch emerged from my heart and surged at this moment.

"The Almighty and Compassionate Mother..."

He muttered to himself, his steps could not help speeding up, and he quickly moved forward.

And in the front, it seemed to feel his arrival.

Under the golden sacred tree, the figure standing alone there appeared, and it appeared at this moment.

He seemed to have noticed something, and at this moment he turned around silently and looked in the direction of the golden bridge.

And at the moment he turned around, his appearance was completely revealed, and now it is present.

Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged priest, a young figure appeared.

The young man does not seem to be too old, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the outline of his face is amazing, with a beauty that reaches the world's extreme, with a suffocating charm.

He was wearing a pure white robe with textures engraved on it. The whole person looked very natural, with a sacred and inviolable breath and charm, which was unforgettable at first glance.

The most inconvenient thing is that his eyes are golden, like the eyes of a god, they are extraordinarily sacred and suffocating.

"Our Lady..."

Seeing the appearance of the young man, the middle-aged priest suddenly paused, stunned at this moment, not knowing what to say.

According to legend, the figure standing under the golden sacred tree should be the legendary Virgin Mary.

Only if it is true according to the legend, the Virgin should be the image of a woman.

But the figure standing under the golden sacred tree in front of him was a teenager.

The teenager's appearance is beautiful, the charm is suffocating, as if the aura and essence of the world have gathered, which makes people feel amazed.

However, on its appearance, some traces and shadows of the Virgin can be vaguely seen, which seem to be somewhat similar, but they are quite different.

Regarding this, the middle-aged priest was puzzled, but he could also find an explanation for this.

After all, the idols were cast by mortals. After such a long time from the past to the present, the image of the Virgin has changed and even deviated from the original appearance. This is also very normal.

It's just this young man in front of him, but what is going on?

The Virgin Mary in the legend is obviously a woman.

Why is the boy in front of me?

"Could it be that...In this era, the Virgin has to change again and adopt a male image?"

Standing in place, the middle-aged priest's heart moved, and at this time he automatically made up his mind: "For him, the so-called gender may be just a matter of thought."

Yes.

For the legendary Madonna, if he wants to, he may become a male in a single thought, appearing in a male image, it is just a breeze, and it is not a big deal at all.

Moreover, in the legend of the Church of Our Lady, there is indeed a story of Our Lady incarnate as a boy and save the world.

In myths and legends, the Virgin was once incarnate as the prince of a certain country, stepping forward before the disaster and saving everything in that country.

And the scene in front of me may represent the scene in the past.

At this moment, various thoughts flashed in the middle-aged priest's heart, but his face became more and more frenzied.

A mighty sacred power emerged above his body.

At this moment, he only felt that his own soul was extremely pure and extremely natural, as if it was fused with the surrounding holy realm.

There is no doubt that this kind of feeling is rare and good, but it is an indescribable feeling that makes people want to go on like this forever.

Only in the front, the teenager who was suspected to be the Virgin was still standing there, and seemed to be watching him at this moment, with a slight smile on his face.

"You should go back."

The soft voice sounded, reverberating at this moment, and it was exceptionally gentle, which made people feel good about it.

Then, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up.

As the boy spoke, everything around him seemed to begin to change.

A variety of supreme scenes began to unfold, and then in front of his eyes, the middle-aged priest felt the change.

Ahead, the golden golden sacred tree was shining and began to bloom.

This brilliance spread directly out, enveloping his body, and then slowly moved forward, pushing him out of this place in front of him.

In an instant, the space in all directions came under pressure, and scenes between the emptiness were unfolded.

Suddenly, the priest seemed to see epic scenes.

There are princes fighting, but fighting on the battlefield...

With the birth of the Virgin, blood and tears are dripping...

There was also a young man standing alone under the golden tree with a melancholy face, as if with sorrow.

The scenes are unfolded in my mind, which coincides with the various scenes recorded in the epic.

"Do not!"

At night, in the spacious room, the middle-aged priest woke up suddenly and shouted subconsciously.

But then, he was stunned.

Because in front of him, it was no longer the Golden Holy Realm before, but in his own room.

I don't know when, he has left the place before and returned to the real world.

And he was in his room at the moment.

Realizing this, he was lost, sitting on the head of the bed for a long time, then got up and walked to the window sill aside.

Outside the window sill, a burst of street lights appeared, shining everywhere.

Occasionally, pedestrians can be seen hurrying, walking around, a quiet scene.

It was night now, and looking around, it was already very late.

"Is it just a dream?"

Standing in place, the middle-aged priest muttered to himself, his mind was filled with scenes just now.

Before now, those scenes still remained in his mind at this moment, and they were so real that he could hardly forget them.

If the things that have just been experienced are just dreams, then it would be too outrageous.

The middle-aged priest can clearly feel the difference between those scenes and dreams just now.

There is also the youth under the golden tree in the dream, whose appearance is still unfolding in his mind to this day.

If you can dream of these things in your dreams, it would be too weird.

Or.....

"Great Mother..."

He stood alone, with a pious look on his face: "Is this really your will?"

If it were not for the will of the great Virgin, how could he have dreamed of those just now.

just......

The great Virgin made him dream of these things, what did he want to tell him?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

Standing in place, he thought for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked aside.

He moved quickly, and he quickly left the room he was in and walked to the side.

And his destination is nothing else, it is the church where he lives everyday.

For the priest, the place of the church is the belonging, not only the work, but also the place where he has worked his whole life.

Therefore, he lived very close to the church and rushed there quickly.

But to his surprise, when he walked into the church, the door inside was not closed.

"Has anyone left yet?"

He was a little surprised, so he walked into it at this moment, and came to the hall where he usually lectures.

The hall of the church is very large, and the decorations around it are also very gorgeous, giving people a solemn atmosphere at first glance.

Of course, the most important one among them is the one of the gods.

The idol is very large, occupying a large area in this place, and its image is exactly the image of the Virgin in the legend.

In the past, the middle-aged priest stood under the idol and spoke to the believers around him.

But this time, he felt differently.

In normal times, he always stood in front of the statue, speaking on behalf of the Church of Our Lady, and speaking to the believers around him.

By this time, there were no speakers in front of him.

He came from under the steps, just like a pilgrim, and simply walked into it.

I don't know if it was an illusion. This time, he seemed to feel something, with an unusual feeling.

He had seen the scenery inside the church in front of him many times.

He has grown up in this place, and he is already familiar with everything around him, and he won't be unfamiliar.

But today, this time he has a special sense of strangeness.

There is nothing different everywhere.

A golden light appeared before his eyes.

"this is......"

Feeling the golden light, the middle-aged priest subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then he was stunned.

Because at this moment, he saw many unusual things.

As he watched, above the idol in front of him, golden lights were unfolding.

The sacred power emerged, the golden light appeared, and then emerged.

The mysterious texture is shrouded, covering all sides, covering the entire church, looking extremely sacred and extremely bright.

This power is sacred and radiant, and it makes people feel extraordinarily pure, and there is a feeling of peace of mind, extraordinarily extraordinary.

But for the middle-aged priest, the power that emerged before his eyes was exactly the same as the power he felt in his dream.

The brilliance and warmth are exactly the same as the feeling he felt in his dreams.

"This is not a dream..."

With tears in his eyes, his face was full of excitement at this time, and he didn't know what to say to express his excitement.

"My Virgin of Mercy..... You finally wake up and spread the glory to your believers..."

His face was full of excitement, and he muttered to himself subconsciously.

At this moment, his mood was full of enthusiasm.

This state lasted for a long, long time.

Then, there was a sudden sound outside.

There was a burst of crisp sound, which sounded like a footstep.

Hearing the sound, the priest woke up suddenly, stopped his movements, and then looked back.

In the rear, a shadow emerged, and then a figure slowly walked over.

It was the figure of a teenager.

The young man did not look very old, but he was about fifteen or sixteen, and he was still wearing a black priest's robe at the moment, looking very outstanding.

Looking at the appearance of the young man, the middle-aged priest breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so late, haven't you left yet?"

Standing in place, he looked at the young man walking behind him, and said so.

"I discussed with Sister Fang and the others."

Below, listening to the words of the middle-aged priest, the young man smiled, and then said: "The church needs to be guarded every day and guarded in this place."

"Then I happened to be fine in the last few days, so I came over and stayed."

"Is that so..."

The priest nodded, and it came to a sudden.

"Father, you... why come here in the middle of the night?"

Silently walked to the priest, the young man looked at the priest in front of him, his face looked a little weird, and he asked.

"I......."

The middle-aged priest opened his mouth and was about to explain, but he stopped, and then said: "There are some things, so come and have a look."

The young man glanced at the priest, and did not continue to ask questions, but just nodded.

Afterwards, he walked aside in silence and began to fiddle with the candles and other things.

These are his daily tasks.

"Do you think... Does the Virgin really exist?"

Standing in place, watching the boy's movements, after a while, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a while before suddenly speaking.

The voice fell, and the boy's body paused.

"I think the Virgin will always exist."

He turned around, looked at the priest behind him, and said seriously: "Moreover, it exists beside us."

"Really?"

Listening to the boy's answer, the middle-aged priest was a little surprised: "Why do you think so?"

"Because I believe."

The teenager smiled, and then spoke softly: "Some things, before they are actually seen and observed with both eyes, will always be at a boundary between existence and nonexistence."

"The boundary between man and God is clear. Perhaps with the power of mortals, we will never observe the presence of the Virgin, but He does exist and is affecting us."

"A person's faith is a sustenance and a power."

"Perhaps, for most people in this world, the so-called Madonna is just a fictional story..."

"but......."

Standing in place, the young man paused, then spoke again, with a smile on his face: "For me, as long as I am alive and those who believe in the Virgin like me are still alive, the Virgin is there."

"When I existed, He existed with me, when I disappeared, He died with me..."

"This is faith..."

The soft voice fell, very soft, but there was also a deep determination and will in it, and it had a strong infectious power.

Standing in place, listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged priest couldn't help but look sideways. At this time, he couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

The words of a teenager are not complicated.

But the will ~www.ltnovel.com~ and even the faith revealed in it were what really moved him.

If a person has such a will and such a belief, he would not be an ordinary person.

"you......."

He sighed in his heart, was about to say something, but was suddenly stunned.

Because in front of him, under his gaze, a faint light is unfolding.

On the boy's body, a faint golden brilliance appeared.

This brilliance is warm, pure and dazzling, just like the most holy brilliance, giving people an indescribable unique feeling.

However, in the feelings of the middle-aged priest, this brilliance and the brilliance transmitted from the statue of the Virgin in front of him...

Exactly the same.

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