Agnes has heard this kind of prayer many times during the mass ceremony - or to be precise, it is not a prayer. Believers often call this section the "Mother Goddess's Calling" - this is as a symbol of the earth. Something that "believers" of the Mother Goddess must know.
Although Agnes knew very well that she was not a devout believer of the Mother Earth Goddess, she had read these things carefully before leaving Feneport City - a must for a "Sister of the Mother Earth Goddess Church" accumulation.
In addition, she also saw the meanings of some interesting occult symbols:
The six-pointed star often represents the combination of masculine and feminine forces. When the two are separated, the equilateral triangle represents the masculine force and the inverted triangle represents the feminine force.
The snake staff has always represented healing and neutrality - snakes shed their skin every year and are considered to represent renewal. The stick symbolizes the spine and represents the spiritual power rising along the central channel. If combined with the snake shape hovering above, it can even be It is believed that spiritual power advances upward in a double spiral. In addition, the snake staff also implies the meaning of "sex", and it can also mean that the root of healing diseases and injuries comes from the power of creating life.
Both of these are considered to be elements of the prayer gesture, and Agnes couldn't help but quietly guess whether the meaning of the prayer gesture came from these. Of course, the real reason may be just the opposite - it's more likely that these symbols were given such mystical meaning because the gods chose them.
"Sister Pagani, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." The tall figure finally stopped praying and stood up.
Agnes shook her head, raised her head, and asked directly: "I think I should be grateful for one more opportunity to listen to the teachings of the Mother Goddess."
She took advantage of the situation to look at the God-favored person in front of her - to be honest, in addition to having an inexplicable obsession with the "vampire" sequence of extraordinary people, the church is more keen on... "Warrior" sequence - although the Church of the Mother Earth and the Church of the God of War do have a relatively good relationship.
He has a pale to dark complexion, short black curly hair, brown eyes, and a large, round nose. Judging from the other person's facial features, he is indeed a native of Feneport - or a person from the offshore area.
But judging from the opponent's height...
Agnes couldn't help but curl her lips. Whether she admitted it or not, excluding the Fusac people, the Feneport people were on average shorter than the Intis and Loen people.
The God's Favorite in front of him was obviously not of normal height, and the most likely reason was that he was a "Warrior".
The other party smiled and asked: "Is it just 'should'?"
Agnes frowned and said nothing.
"If you don't feel happy by existing in this world, and there is no threat to survival, then why does this life keep moving forward to change itself?" His Majesty the Blessed One asked in a soft and low voice.
Agnes felt that she should devote some time to thinking about why Your Excellency the Blessed One only said "this life" instead of the commonly used "this person", but she didn't.
She just thought, this is really a simple question, just asking her to recall whether she had thought about anything at a certain second...
Agnes fell silent, looking at His Excellency the Blessed One, hesitating and saying nothing.
Can she pass the test by saying, "Life is precious, and a good harvest is a joy."
...
"Just before the Silver Rose went to sea, we captured several 'Primordial Moon' believers." Aiden said casually while chewing on Disi pie.
"I remember those cultists have been tried." Joey added as he handed Aiden a glass of water.
Wentz stared at the list on the table carefully, playing with the pipe unconsciously in his hand.
"However, those guys did say that they were looking for someone..." Joey reached out and pressed his forehead, as if he was recalling something.
"Some of those guys were not contaminated by the 'primordial moon'. I remember learning from these guys that this group of cultists were looking for a man named Gotles." He recalled for a while, then lowered his voice. said the voice.
Wentz nodded, stretched out his hand to push the list towards Joey, then took out his pipe and took a puff.
Joey sighed helplessly, stretched out the hand holding the divination staff, and the tip of the staff crossed each name on the list, and finally stopped on one name.
Wentz glanced at the name and said casually: "Colclough Garmier, went to sea with the Silver Rose on July 20, and his destination was Tiana Port. He did not return to Bodivia."
"I think we can investigate this gentleman."
...
The woman took steps and walked slowly towards the center of the church in her heart, where she felt she should go.
The narrative voice kept echoing in her ears, forming a symphonic music, but she didn't want to hear the meaning contained in this music.
She stopped where she wished she had stopped and looked around.
The strange dancing monster image on the stained glass seems to have become the images of the film, and in her eyes, the images of these frames seem to have been connected, forming a strange dance in her eyes.
She subconsciously took a step back, but the images around her seemed to be chasing her, and the strangely dancing monsters in the picture were moving with her.
"No..." The woman spoke subconsciously, and the sound reached her own ears, making her stunned for a moment.
The voice was sticky and low, sounding like a rotting corpse speaking.
No, her voice before was still pleasant to the ear - because the voice of the owner of this body of flesh was also pleasant to the ear.
She smelled a rotten smell. She looked around to find the source of the smell, and finally lowered her head.
The woman saw liquid seeping out from under the pure black skirt, and the originally dry dress was completely soaked.
She pulled off her gloves tremblingly, and some soft crumbs with a strange color stuck to the top of the gloves.
Above the exposed bone white, there are streams of liquid flowing down, and the thing covering the top looks very soft and sticky.
The woman screamed miserably and pulled off the other glove. The palm with broken bone spurs tore off the sticky tatters from above the bone white, revealing the pale and naked bone white below.
A strange-colored liquid remained on the white bone, like bits of mold growing where the dead were buried.
The woman... no, the body of the broken zombie trembled, looking at the bright red and cracked ceiling and ground above her head and below her feet.
The golden glow flowed like blood, and she finally recognized what these were.
This was what had always attracted her, what once belonged to her—something that Gotles had stripped off with his own hands.
