Red Moon Returns

When they knelt down, the citizens suddenly felt something was wrong.

It seemed that they were not praying in their daily life, but supporting Ms. Nightingale and fighting side by side with her.

This was not a mysterious nonsense, but a common feeling of all citizens in Charles Square and even in all areas of the Rhine. After they knew that their prayers were to help Ms. Nightingale, when they knelt down and began to pray to the gods, they suddenly had a very strange feeling in their hearts.

Great times and great events have always been the glory and glorious moments that belong to only a few people, and ordinary people have no chance. What ordinary people can do is nothing more than following the tide of the times and passively bearing it all.

It has always been like this since ancient times.

No one thinks there is anything wrong with this, and no one even thinks whether it needs to be changed. Everything seems to be taken for granted.

However, at this moment, in the face of a world-class crisis, as prayers begin, more and more people realize that they are involved.

They have also become part of the influence on the world trend. Although each person is only a very small part, there is no doubt that everyone together is changing the world.

The unprecedented feeling brought an indescribable sense of participation. At this moment, I seemed to have become one of those big shots, showing my own highlights.

Realizing this, everyone's prayers became extremely devoted.

Originally, they were just a group of civilians who had never left Rhine City. They knew nothing except running around for three meals a day. Now they suddenly have the opportunity to participate in world events. This is enough to brag about for a lifetime. When they are old and lying on the bed before they die, this is enough to make them go peacefully.

There is only one chance, how can this be missed? How can this not be done well?

Therefore, the sudden strong sense of participation made the people no longer see the previous hesitation and materialism. One by one, they devoted themselves to prayer from the bottom of their hearts, especially the wild vegetable god and the fat stall owner of the grocery stall who were previously weird. At this time, their expressions were focused, even more pious than the most devout believers.

"Pray to the Almighty God, bless Ms. Nightingale to win, pray to the Almighty God, help Ms. Nightingale fight against evil, fight against the plague, and protect the world."

"Great Ms. Nightingale, please defeat the plague and protect us civilians, please."

"Great Mother of the Black Goat, great Shab Nicholas, please bless us to survive this disaster. As long as we can survive safely, my husband and I will try our best to give birth, and spend the rest of our lives giving birth to children, offering you our piety."

For a while, all kinds of prayer thoughts were spreading and intertwined throughout Charles Square. People didn't know whether the gods would hear their voices, let alone whether such blind prayers would be useful, but with piety and concentration, at least people's emotions gradually calmed down, and they were no longer immersed in fear.

As the prayers continued, people gradually forgot about worldly troubles, and even forgot about the outside world, and were completely immersed in devout beliefs. Slowly, Charles Square became silent, just like the overall environment of the entire Rhine City.

The priest sighed softly, took out the note sent by the carrier pigeon and read it again.

Finally, according to the requirements above, the people were successfully guided into a state of group prayer, but even in this state, can they really give up their vitality? Although it is only a little, it will not harm their lives, but the human heart is unpredictable.

The priest put away the letter and looked at the believers in the parish with complicated eyes. He knew these people in the market best. These people are quite selfish by nature. If he wanted them to give up their vitality, would the method above really work?

Let's try it.

The priest put away the letter and walked slowly on the edge of the square, watching the people praying while listening to the sound coming from afar.

Ten minutes later, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came as expected, and riders stood on the stirrups, waving the green cloth in their hands, which was a sign of good news.

"Good news, good news, His Excellency the Saint is recovering from the disadvantage, and the situation is reversing. Let us cheer for His Excellency the Saint."

? ? ?

Did we really do it?

The faces of the people whose prayers were interrupted were full of disbelief. It was just an attempt, but it actually helped?

Can we really turn the tide?

At this moment, after the sense of participation, the strong sense of accomplishment that came with the good news swept everyone's heart, and everyone couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts.

Or we should be more pious and work harder, maybe we can gain more?

Now there is no need for the pastor to guide, the sense of achievement made the people spontaneously have ideas, and when he saw the expressions on people's faces, the pastor immediately followed up, and there was no trace of recitation in his tone:

"Praise the Lord, children of the Lord, you have proved your piety with practical actions. With your efforts, the Saint has withstood the pressure of the plague, and everything is getting better. Children, please don't give up, please believe in yourself, your strength is the greatest help in fighting the plague, be more focused, be more pious, this war against the plague will surely win because of your efforts."

We did it, we are successfully changing our tragic fate.

The pastor's highly contagious voice gave the citizens a full sense of gain and satisfaction. Without the pastor's guidance, they settled down again and devoted themselves to prayer with greater enthusiasm and reverence.

Is that so accurate?

The pastor couldn't help but take out the letter and read it again. It was delivered by carrier pigeon from the church. It clearly stated every step of the way, including the possible reactions and countermeasures of the people. Now it seems that most of them say Very accurate.

Is it really possible? This method of inducing people to take the bait step by step is simply more vicious than the evil god in the dreamland.

Forget it, being vicious has nothing to do with me.

The pastor looked at the countless believers kneeling to pray, raised the loudspeaker again, and pondered some emotions. Then his face suddenly changed and he loudly said:

"Children, the plague is counterattacking. Increase your prayer intensity. Come on, Ms. Nightingale can't hold it anymore. Only you can help Your Majesty the Saint now. Come on, concentrate all your energy on praying."

The sudden change in the situation made the people immediately nervous. Without thinking about the pastor's words, they immediately increased the intensity of their prayers, and every one of them was extremely pious. While they were praying, the pastor's voice continued to come:

"Fast is not enough. If we push harder, we are only one step away from the last step."

Yes, there is only one last step left, so why worry about it? Just put in the last bit of faith.

The people chanted prayers constantly, almost loudly.

"No, the plague is still fighting back. Ms. Nightingale is going to lose. We are going to be finished. No, there is another way to solve the problem. Volunteer to give a little of your life force, pay the price of being weak for a few days, and support with practical actions. Your Majesty the Saint.”

Seeing that the people were a little stunned, the pastor immediately added:

"We have already paid so much. If we stop now, everything will be in vain. Let's fight for it! Let's say silently to me, I believe in Ms. Nightingale, and I am willing to take the initiative to pay for this!"

At this moment, Charles Square fell into deathly silence, and the Rhine City fell into deathly silence.

Everyone who knows the inside story holds their breath, waiting for the final result to be revealed.