singing,
How could their songs overwhelm the hatred of the heathen.
The pagans cheered for the flames on Christopher's body and crowded towards the true believers, pouring out their anger wantonly.
The true believers immediately started a commotion, but the singing did not stop.
The officiant stood on the stage and shouted to stop the angry pagans, urging them to be quiet.
"Silence! Silence! Believers, silence!"
However, the pagans still regarded the singing as a provocation to the holy fire, and the incited violence did not subside. The angry crowd attacked the true believers and pushed the singing people.
They roared, roared, and even used violence to try to interrupt the singing of the true believers.
"Nora Ridge."
The solemn voice, who didn’t know where it came from or why, exploded in everyone’s ears.
Believers from any religion 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 fire is purifying, purifying the priest from evil spirits, purifying blasphemy against the gods...
No,
The fire is not purifying.
People's eyes widened...
Between the dancing tongues of fire, one could vaguely see Christopher raising his head and closing his eyelids peacefully at some unknown moment.
The flame is the angel of the Lord,
Father Christopher, bathed in light and shadow,
In detachment.
The heartbeat of faith tells them all this.
They obviously couldn't see it, but they could feel it. The one covered in light was standing in front of Christopher.
The true believers shed tears and clasped their hands.
Lord, Lord.
The officiant's old eyes were full of disbelief.
The Lord of True Religion...
Resurrected? !
Christopher, who was bathed in fire, his originally charred body gradually merged into the sacred light and shadow, his face gradually became illusive, his hands were gently raised, he walked out of the blazing fire and stepped onto the invisible stairs.
He climbed up slowly, following the breeze that blew through everyone's heart, toward the quiet starry night that was completely different from the human world, or could it be called the sky or the firmament.
In short, he is heading towards the Gaomiao Heavenly Kingdom that the world longs for.
The priest lowered his head and looked at the world again.
He knows, he knows.
Salvation is here.
He rolled up in flames and ascended to the sky.
As Christopher drifts away, his body is no longer in the visual space, and everyone's eyes return to the earth and are placed on the burning platform.
He stood there.
The scepter in the palm of the officiant's hand was sweating. He tried his best to suppress the tremors in his heart and suppressed his faith with faith.
Overflowing with brilliance, He cast his eyes over.
No matter young and strong men, old or weak women or children, no matter true believers or pagans, they all held their breath as if their hearts were weighed down by a mountain.
It was as if they could hear God's compassion.
Divine power is like a mountain.
Their hearts could not help but tremble, and tears flowed silently. They could not say a word, as if they had been deprived of language, and the thought of speaking came to an abrupt end. The crawling impulse hit the most fragile strings of each of them, as if standing for one more second was worth celebrating. .
He seems to be judging.
He seems to be measuring.
but...
"I forgive you." He paused, "This is the covenant I made with him."
Under holy light and shadow.
There was silence for a long time.
Even if He no longer knows when to leave.
After that, there was only crying one after another.
When people see it, they won’t be able to forget it.
Since then, thousands of years of history cannot escape today.
Today it will live on in thousands of murals.
The world will henceforth speak of the priest of the Holy Silver Cathedral thus:
Forgiveness in Fire, Saint Christopher.
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Rita Salen Island.
Bo'anlan City.
A place where true religious beliefs gather. The hometown of faith for tens of thousands of true believers.
This sacred city made of blue and white marble. Bo'anlan is the holy city among holy cities.
The majestic church was built on the mountain top, the Cathedral of the Nativity. According to myths and legends, it was the second son of the Lord God, the angel Saint Nor who was born in heaven, and fell to the earth.
The architectural design is large and grand. When you look up, you can see various murals or hanging gilded chandeliers. You can see bright red carpets everywhere. The four walls are supported by arched columns. The lines are very regular, with extensive use of centrally symmetrical designs and convective linear styles. Avoid it as much as possible to emphasize the solemnity and history of the church.
In the hall, there are stone statues of gods weeping around the coffin of the main god. In addition to being sacred, it adds a sense of quiet gloom and sorrow.
At the Cathedral of the Nativity, Pope Ain, who renovated the Canon, once said that it represents absolute respect for the Lord.
Buzz!
The bell of the Lord trembles.
The cathedral bell, which should only ring during Mass, trembles
The wicks in front of the gods were lit one by one according to the sound of the bells, and the candlelight was like a waterfall.
Under the silent night, the lights suddenly brightened.
The bishops in round robes and red robes were all awakened. Within half an hour, they all gathered in the circular church hall, bowed to each other, looked at the horror on their faces, and fell into the crowd in an uproar.
"Why? Why did the cathedral bell ring suddenly?"
"Shouldn't... who rang the church bell, or was it... ringing to itself?"
A certain bishop's low-pitched speculation instantly caused everyone's astonishment to pile up.
"It's impossible... to self-deprecate... that no one in the Church has been canonized for decades."
"Lawrence, don't forget, only angels can consecrate saints..."
"Not to mention the saintly qualities, even the blessed ones have disappeared in this decadent era since the fall of Silver Cana."
In the uproar, the cathedral bells rang again, ringing like ocean waves, one after another. The bishops clasped their hands together and kissed the icon.
For a long time, in the gap between the bells.
With a triple ceremonial crown and scarves on both sides hanging down his shoulders, the white-haired, devout and wise old man slowly walked out of the back hall. The hem of his long white clothes reached the floor, tied with a holy cord, and a round silk sacrificial shawl covered his shoulders.
The papal scepter in the old man's hand hit the ground again and again following his footsteps.
“The Lord protects you, our beloved and blessed Pope.”
The bishops happily congratulated the Pope.
The pope raised his aging arms and slowly performed the ring salute.
"I know what you want to ask, loyal servants of the Lord."
The Pope held his scepter and glanced at the doubtful and surprised expressions of the bishops.
"Not only the cathedral bells, but also the other five cathedrals and the nine holy bells are ringing loudly."
The bishops held their breath, their awe and piety undisguised and revealed. Before closing their eyes, they watched the Pope turn around, his back to everyone, holding his scepter, and walked to the statues of the gods and the main god.
The Pope raised his hand and touched the stone slab inscribed with ancient Zhen Awen in front of the icon. After the destruction of the ancient holy city, the Zhen Canon was rebuilt, and this city of Bo'anlan became the new Saint of Ten Thousand Cities.
"After decades, finally, someone has been canonized as a saint again." The Pope, with his back to the crowd, raised his scepter high, and his words were full of solemnity and solemnity.
Even though there were many speculations, the bishops were still stunned for a moment, and then they shed tears one after another.
The Lord still protects people.
Even with the fall of the Holy Land, the Kingdom of Heaven remains open to believers.
Some of them were so excited that they fell to the ground, howled like babies, cried with joy, and hugged each other.
After an unknown amount of time, the bells gradually subsided.
No one saw the Pope touching the canonical tablets over and over again, his fingertips trembling.
There is an extra sentence in the canon:
Forgiveness is salvation.
He kept silent, he concealed it.
He is not just a canonized saint, He has made a new covenant with the world.
And this has not happened for thousands of years.
"Why...it's obvious that the gods have been exiled. It's obvious...that the angels who are loyal to the Lord...it's obvious...that the kingdom of heaven is already..." The pope murmured, and no one could hear the turmoil in his heart. Terrified and uneasy.
In his devout lamentation, the Pope could not find the answer.
