Chenduil turned to the last page, which was the last account left by Benedict Aikmon, the last bishop of the ring cathedral.
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1966, Tuesday, January 2nd, it rained.
I think and struggle all the time.
I have consulted countless classics and asked countless people who have seen St. Venakana. I have been thinking and summarizing. Finally, I came to a conclusion-maybe St. Venakana has found a reversal. The method of destiny...but for some reason cannot be realized.
Just last night, I was tossing and turning, and suddenly I recalled the group of spirit angels who escaped from judgment ten years ago. One of them came to the church, received the Holy Communion, and said that they were going to pursue the road back to their hometown, leading to heaven. journey.
They seemed to be looking for an ancient scroll.
This sudden memory should be a revelation given to me by the Lord.
I shall go to the king to-morrow, and ask him to give me a company of attendants to pursue that road with me.
Look at the suffering and suffering we are experiencing at this moment...all of it will come to an end when the "Day of Salvation" arrives. I believe in my Lord.
I have to get out of here, I have to get out of here, I have to find a way to bring about the "day of salvation" that St. Venacana said.
St. Venakana gave her blood to entrust us with the truth. That Living Saint will be my guiding light from now on and forever.
Lord, I hope you can walk with me, care for me, and protect me. 】
After Qinduil finished reading all the diaries, she slowly put down the fragile pages.
Even a race like elves with sharp and nimble hands and feet could still crush some of the paper when faced with the diary left behind thousands of years ago.
Chen Yi silently listened to the diary without saying a word, without making any comments or expressions. .
Luomea didn't know what he was thinking. She didn't want to guess, and she didn't dare to guess...
She only knew that when she finished listening to the last diary entry, the emotions in her heart were complicated and indescribable.
Especially the group of spiritual messengers described in Bishop Benedict’s account who escaped from judgment and sought to return to their homeland.
Luomea couldn't help but feel her heart tighten. When she heard this legend again, she actually had an unspeakable illusion.
Is such a character also pursuing the legend of the emissary?
"Lord, this bishop has followed the footsteps of St. Venakana and now leads to the palace." Qinduil said softly.
It coincides with their original goal
Chen Yi gently released his fist, looked around the entire inner room, turned around and said, "Let's see if there is anything worth noting here. After searching, we will go to the palace."
Qinduil nodded as ordered, and soon she began to walk around and inspect the entire church with the elf's outstanding observation skills.
Chen Yi walked to the diary, and Lomea followed behind him, even though the boiling in her body made her unbearable.
He didn't look back, and suddenly said softly: "Lomea, walking into this ring-shaped cathedral, I seem to hear people's voices from thousands of years ago."
"...Sir, is this a literary metaphor?...Or did you really hear..." Lomea asked cautiously.
"It doesn't matter." Chen Yi said softly, "I can understand why John the Madman fell into madness after witnessing all this. 'Why do we not get salvation when we do good and have faith? Why did the Lord abandon us here? Doesn't He love us?' 'I can seem to hear this."
"Well..." Pepper Girl responded softly. She suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked: "Sir... facing these, what are you thinking about?"
Even though she knew that she would definitely get an answer that would blaspheme her own beliefs.
But she still wanted to ask... After meeting a family that upheld the same faith as her own, she had already...
I saw Chen Yi raising his hand to make a ring ceremony, and touching the diary with his fingertips.
"I will go into history and I will tell them,"
Pure gold flames were burning in Chen Yi's palms, his spiritual eyes were shining brightly, and his tone was so calm,
“You can do good deeds, you can not do good deeds, you can believe it, or you can not believe it.
Yet...salvation is still the truth of heaven. "
Pepper Girl couldn't help but hold her breath.
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Qinduil found a broken compass that she said contained elven craftsmanship.
"It is a compass that we elves often use to guide the way. As long as it is stained with someone's blood, it can guide you to the path that person has walked." Qinduil paused and added: "This kind of compass inside There are a few more, but this kind of compass is very precise. Due to improper storage, most of them are defective. This one can only be said to be barely usable. It is estimated that when the bishop left, he took away the intact compass."
Chen Yi asked Qinduil to put the compass he found properly.
With nothing else of note, the three set out to leave the ring cathedral.
Passing by the bloody wall covered with eyeballs again, Chen Yi paused and stared at the purgatory-like scene on earth. Lomea noticed that his eyes fell on the line of words left by the poet.
[Lord above, why do you turn a blind eye to our suffering? Why do you abandon innocent people in the world? ! 】
The poet's name follows that line—Tobias Adrianas.
Walking to the hall where the dome collapsed, pale raindrops fell sporadically. Chen Yi closed her spiritual eyes, crossed the rubble and tiles, and stepped towards the steps of the church step by step.
Madman John was still lying on the ground, his limbs nestled together, motionless.
Chen Yi ignored him and the three of them walked straight onto the carriage.
After Qinduil stroked Amanda's cheek, the wheels of the carriage began to move slowly.
After Lomea came out of the ring cathedral, her silence became even worse. Her breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes held. She was so lost in thought that no one knew what she was thinking.
Chen Yi said nothing, leaving her time to herself.
Then, Chen Yi leaned his head against the car wall and began to think deeply.
I had always wondered about the connection between Saint Venakana and the "Lord of Destiny", and now it seemed that I had received a partial answer.
The ancient saying mastered by St. Venakana is "destiny".
Chen Yi remembered that Saint Venacana had performed several miracles.
She has driven away ghosts and called down thunder in front of thousands of people; she has stopped storms and revived dying people with water from farmers' wells.
Now that I think about it, it is very likely that she performed the miracle based on her ancient saying "destiny", rather than using some kind of ritual.
After understanding the "salvation" of the ancient sayings, Chen Yi understands the effectiveness of the ancient sayings better than before.
"Call down the thunder in front of thousands of people... She may have used the ancient saying to tamper with the fate of 'thunder' and let it fall in front of thousands of people. As for stopping the storm, the reason is probably the same... ..”
Chen Yi thought so.
She is the angel of the world, the last living saint. Death cannot defeat her because she clearly understands the truth of heaven and earth.
Chen Yi couldn't help but have a very likely guess.
The "Lord of Destiny", one of the names and authorities of the Lord God, has destined the destruction of Resurrection Town. From this point of view, this extremely special ancient saying seems to have its own wisdom.
As for Saint Venacana, did she know that Resurrection Town would be destroyed, and was she connected to the "Lord of Destiny"?
Chen Yi understood that she could only find the answer by walking into history and going thousands of years ago, as she said.
