How many people died in this ringed cathedral?
Thousands.
Chen Yin walked towards the blood wall without saying a word, his eyes hanging on it, swaying slightly with the cold wind through the window.
When the Holy City fell under the overwhelming pale rain, the people hiding in the cathedral were not spared.
Chen Yin's divinity allowed him to glimpse the tragic situation at that time through his eyes, and restored the situation in his mind.
When the pale rain carrying the dead souls fell on them, the dead souls began to devour their souls. In this sacred church, they gradually lost their minds and began to slaughter each other, and then...the strongest among them The oldest dead soul survived.
There are many writings on the blood wall.
However, the most common thing is a kind of miserable and twisted mark, left by the dead soul.
Chen Yin stared at the incomplete handwriting, which mostly contained scriptures, prayers, and divination.
The dead soul brutally tortured and killed the remaining living people. In his eyes, they were no different from dogs and horses. They were beheaded, buried alive, and steamed. No matter what he did, he had to divination and beg the Lord. Every time he divination, someone would die. .
There are many writings on the blood wall, and they are not similar to each other.
Chen Yin saw an ancient text left at the heel of the bloody wall.
Established by Archbishop Benedict Eckmont of the First Cathedral of the Saints and the monks, this stone wall is the words written by believers to the Lord, may the Lord above bless him. 】
After reading this, Chen Yin understood that this wall was originally erected by the bishop. Facing the gradually approaching despair, the monks led by the bishop erected this wall in order to unite the faith and hope of the believers.
However, all this was of no avail in the face of the pale shower that came.
In the early days, the writings carved on the blood wall were very shallow and were all in ancient Chinese inscriptions. Most of them prayed for God's protection and mercy, and were full of hope.
Lord, have mercy on us... We will pray day and night to receive your grace. 】
Believers, this destruction is coming, we must adhere to our own will, only then will salvation come. 】
I implore you, Saint Conrad, patron saint of the Holy City, to tell the Lord that the good people who remain here are suffering great pain and suffering. 】
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After the words filled with faith and hope, the sentences engraved on the bloody wall gradually slipped into the abyss of despair.
Another person is infected with the curse of dead souls...Those thugs, they plan to break the dome...Lord, is this a test you give us? 】
Lord...my son, he is infected with the curse, he is howling in pain every day and every night...Please bring Saint Venakana back, please, if not...Lord, Please accept his soul...and mine...]
The clock strikes sixteen tonight. Lord above, please look at us with mercy...]
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The writings on the bloody wall deepened. People thousands of years ago, faced with the coming doomsday, their hopes were gradually shattered. The flames of faith disappeared step by step with the falling rain.
Others were erased and rewritten, each scratch getting deeper than the last. Chen Yin saw the deep resentment and despair.
Lord, do you love us? Do you love this world? Lord, we still love you. But why is salvation so far away from us? 】
Lord, you are punishing us... But what mistakes have I made... I believe in you devoutly, and I have been doing good deeds all my life...]
What’s the point of doing good deeds, what’s the point of trusting you...We have done good deeds all our lives and have never obeyed other gods, but you punish us like you punish evildoers! 】
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Chen Yin silently scanned the writing on the blood wall from beginning to end word by word, and when he came to the bottom, there was a sentence of despair that fit the rhythm. Blackened and condensed blood stuck to the wall like thin ice.
That was a cold question left by a poet.
Lord above, why do you turn a blind eye to our suffering? Why do you abandon innocent people in the world? ! 】
After this sentence, there is the name of the poet-Tobias Adrianas.
What is even more chilling is the meaning of this name.
The Lord is the God I believe in.
Chen Yin looked at the end of the bloody wall. He saw a section of the wall that was obviously recessed. It had obviously been hung up and re-engraved. After careful analysis, the handwriting on it is still very new.
When Chen Yin's eyes fell on the first font, divinity told him that it was the handwriting left by Saint Mader.
The handwriting that was originally erased by him was inscribed by the dead soul who massacred everyone else.
After Saint Mardel destroyed the powerful dead soul, he left behind a text engraved in contemporary true Awen.
“Never forget that if you love your neighbor, you will draw nearer to the Lord.”
Chen Yin read the paragraph softly.
Stretching out his hand, Chen Yin touched the bloody wall. The eyeballs attached to the wall swayed slightly, as if to warn the visitor of the tragic situation in the past.
Chen Yin slowly backed away and understood why Madman John fell into madness after entering the ring cathedral.
These people who took refuge in the ring cathedral and begged for shelter were undoubtedly believers in the Lord, had done good deeds, and longed for salvation... However, they were still the same as everyone else. When the pale rain came, Died here in the apocalypse.
If there is no salvation, then what is the point of doing good deeds and faith?
John the Madman, who was once a cardinal, fell into madness when faced with such cruel questions.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yin walked quietly past the bloody wall without saying a word.
Luomea and Qindu Yin'er didn't say a word and followed as quickly as possible.
After passing here, they came to the Star Garden. The huge garden that was supposed to be planted with blue star flowers was now completely deserted. Star flowers could be seen everywhere. They were probably dead and buried in the soil. No trace could be seen. Standing around The big tree has been dying there for a long time. The branches supporting the crown are fragile and black, and the leaves on it have fallen off at an unknown date.
Chen Yin walked straight into the hall behind the Star Garden without stopping for a long time. He pushed open the heavy door.
"It is recorded in the past that this is the residence of the Pope.
According to history, the Pope's court was located in this ancient Holy City for more than a hundred years from 1705 to 1814 in the Lord's Calendar. During that period, one of the titles given to the Pope was the Archbishop of the Holy City.
The Pope's inner palace array is not luxurious. The furnishings inside are messy and there have been fights. Chen Yin smelled a musty and old smell. It was very dry here and he could feel that there was some kind of magic circle in the room.
Stepping on the damaged carpet, Chen Yin walked in holding a torch, the crystal lamp above his head reflecting the firelight.
There were bookcases on both sides, all of which were ancient books from thousands of years ago. There was also a desk for people to stand on, and Chen Yin cast his gaze over it.
It was a diary, and it was in dilapidated condition, as if it would be completely shattered with just a little force.
"Qindu Yin'er, please open it carefully and read it to me."
