"Krima, according to our tradition, chop off the hand you used to kill people." Priest Stan opened his eyes and stared at Krima.
A burst of fierce cheers broke out among the crowd. Although the duel was unexpected, it still attracted a large group of Shanbu people to watch. Rather, it was announced that day and the duel took place on the same day. The incident suddenly happened and returned to the Shanbu people. within tradition.
They shouted Klima's name loudly.
Klima gasped, and he felt that it was unreal. Proust's lifeless body was still twitching slightly on the ground. At that time, the scimitar was clearly unstable and had been thrown away, but Proust was taken away. life.
Amid the cheers, he belatedly knelt on the ground and covered his mouth in disbelief. Then, a burst of fierce force suddenly burst out of his frail body. He raised his head and roared excitedly. Everyone present heard, Klima screams the name of Proust's sister, the name of his prostitute lover.
"Cut off your hands! Cut off your hands! Klima! The coward is dead! You live!"
"Just like in the scriptures, cut off your hand! Then give your hand to Proust's bitch and let her put a ring on your severed hand!" After saying this, the crowd burst into laughter.
"Long live Klima! Long live the victor!"
The Shabu people were agitating and making noises, and those Xishi, Yawen or dwarves were mixed among them. No one thought that the usually snobbish, diligent and humble Shabu people would be so crazy, as if they were depressed for a long time. Revenge breaks out in tranquility.
Klima stood up and scanned the crowd, enjoying the cheers belonging to the winner. He kicked his dead friend contemptuously, which caused the crowd to get excited. He raised the knife and looked at Priest Stan. After receiving the latter's affirmative nod, Klima stood up and scanned the crowd. , take a deep breath.
The blade fell, and Klima yelled. After the duel, he was already weak and had already lost his strength. The scimitar penetrated the flesh and got stuck in the bones. He looked hideous in pain and howled. The crowd was shocked by this terrifying howl. The voice was so frightened that it was silent for half a second, but then came the encouraging voice.
Priest Stan waited patiently for Klima to cut off the hand.
As Klima howled tremblingly, his hand was broken and his fingers were still twitching. He raised his broken arm in victory and enjoyed the cheers of the Sambo people. Then his vision blurred and he called doctor twice. Lying down exhausted.
Priest Stan looked at the severed hand with confusion on his face.
"Where's the Lord... Where's my Lord... Shouldn't he be born in front of me after cutting off his hand?" After doubting in his heart, Priest Stan fell into panic, "Why doesn't the ritual work? Could it be... Which step was wrong?"
Priest Stan then burst into regret. If he made a wrong step, all his previous arrangements would be in vain, and he... might have been targeted.
"Impossible, I clearly followed the instructions in the scriptures... I was extremely cautious... Could it be that the prophecy was wrong?" Priest Stan fell into endless doubts and confusion.
However, the next second, its soul trembled.
It immediately closed its eyes.
.............................
Chen Yi was not sure whether Priest Stan would be like Oded. After he used the ancient words, Priest Stan would commit suicide as ordered. So he rushed to the scene. After Priest Stan was deceived, he dragged his consciousness back to the present world and used a crossbow to personally take the life of the troll.
And when he hurried to the hotel, he saw Klima's broken arm and Proust lying in a pool of blood.
Surprised and suspicious, Chen Yi never saw the afterimage of the Lord of Suffering come into the world.
"Prophecies may not always be accurate..." Chen Yi remembered Serena's words.
So...
Chen Yi did not slack off, but sat in the corner and closed his eyes.
After unspeakable pain, Chen Yi ascended to the Kingdom of God.
"Nawusuo."
Above the throne, the lights of the illusory bell tower were slightly extinguished.
Chen Yi turned his gaze to Priest Stan.
The tall body stood in the firelight. Priest Stan, who closed his eyes, showed a strange color. He vaguely felt something, oh, it turned out to be a soul, and his own soul was trembling with excitement.
Finally, I will understand the ancient saying "eyes"!
"The prophecy is indeed correct!" Priest Stan couldn't restrain his excitement, his tall body trembling, "The words in the scripture are indeed correct, my blood sacrifice was successful, and the afterimage of my Lord is coming to the world!"
Priest Stan was extremely excited and could not calm down. He could only look forward to it. Then, he suddenly felt something wrapped around his fingertips. Oh, that was his beloved Lord of Suffering, the supreme gift that was about to be delivered.
If he had to maintain absolute humility in front of God, Priest Stan would have danced with excitement, even though it was just an afterimage, not God himself.
It has forgotten everything and finally realized it!
"My beloved Lord!"
It couldn't hold it back, opened its eyes, opened its spiritual eyes, and saw with its own eyes the Lord of its suffering.
The dark robe, as dark as the abyss, hangs down from the supreme throne, and the majestic and sacred shadow casts on Priest Stan. It can't help but burst into tears. Its own Lord, the Lord of Suffering who is loved by countless creatures, looks at itself with such compassion. , as if He is the incarnation of suffering, the supreme representative of "suffering", the mother who gave birth to "suffering", that kind of unparalleled kindness, the kind of wisdom that comes from the future, makes Priest Stan crawl.
Priest Stan fell to his knees, opened his hands, and begged with tears: "My beloved Lord, you... are so merciful, love your believers so much, the Lord who suffered for us, you are the most humble and foolish Lord. Believer, I beg you in every possible way to enlighten my understanding and enlighten my 'eyes'."
He didn't speak.
Weeping Priest Stan,
I felt something blocking my eyes.
Click.
It stung, and bright red blood spurted out from the eyeballs. It hissed, feeling that something sharp had penetrated its eyes, and the torch in its hand fell to the ground.
"This is... the suffering and the trial given by our Lord! It must be like this, our Lord is so merciful!" Under the severe pain, Priest Stan's heart was so fervent that it was indescribable, and he widened his other intact eye. .
What followed was another click.
Priest Stan felt that sharpness, which completely penetrated the entire eyeball and passed straight to his brain. His spirit was instantly confused, and he could no longer feel the sharp pain of the puncture for just a moment.
Such suffering...
My beloved Lord of Suffering, you love me so much!
Priest Stan couldn't help laughing. After losing his eyes, it was about to understand the meaning of "eyes".
Then, its throat felt hot.
Something pierced the skin and stuck in the throat.
It realized something and tried to open its eyes wide, but it could not see the Lord, because its eyes had been pierced by crossbow bolts, and the only response it received was waves of numbness.
The Stan Priest's scaleless skin broke out in cold sweat, its nerves tensed, and it felt like it was about to die.
"It's an illusion...The Lord of Suffering is so loving..."
However, the powerless impulse cannot tell lies.
Priest Stan felt that the spirit was leaving it, and its spiritual eyes were also pierced.
"Why, why the afterimage of the Lord...didn't enlighten me, why?! It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!" It tried to scream in despair, but the dagger stuck in its throat.
"...No, the afterimage has arrived, the prophecy is correct... the prophecy cannot be wrong..." The blood kept gushing out, gradually losing the touch of life, leaving Priest Stan unable to struggle.
I clearly saw the afterimage, clearly...
And after seeing the afterimage...
"Oh, I see,"
In a daze, something emerged from its mind as it gradually lost consciousness.
No...
Do not look directly at the Lord...
"So that's what 'eyes' means."
"I...understood."
Priest Stan, who suddenly understood, laughed miserably and fell to the ground, completely cutting off all hope of life.
It was realized as prophesied.
And because of the understanding spoken of by the prophecy,
Above the thousand-column sea of clouds in Chenyi, the illusory bell tower was filled with a small fragment and lit with some lights.
