Since coming into contact with the Order of Destiny, Venakana has tried many times to use the secret technique taught by them - Destiny Grafting.
She has become extremely skilled.
Every time Luo Lei attends a gathering, she will bring new ancient sayings from the monastery, most of which are adjectives that can continue with the ancient saying "destiny". With these, Vina Khanna gradually deepens her understanding of "destiny" understand.
At the same time, as her understanding of the ancient proverb "destiny" deepens, the dead soul occupying her legs becomes weaker and weaker.
When Venakana was finally able to barely stand up from the ground, her understanding of the ancient sayings had reached the third level.
In the eyes of the princess, everything is getting better.
only...
Aisaya...
Late at night, Venakana would often be awakened by the sound.
The majestic voice still lingered in her ears, and Venakana no longer regarded it as something to be feared. She accepted the explanation of the Order of Destiny that the voice was a symbol of the Lord's call to her.
"Your Highness, President Rebecca asked me to tell you,"
After another meeting, Luo Lei walked into the study,
"She has found a graft partner, and you will be on your feet soon."
Listening to Luo Lei's report, Venakana nodded, feeling a little uncontrollably excited.
If we just relied on the understanding of ancient sayings, it would take at least several decades to get rid of the dead soul occupying our legs.
But...if we could graft the fate of these legs...
Venakana seemed to see herself getting up and walking without resorting to any external force.
"Praise Him, supreme praise." The princess couldn't help but say.
Luo Lei responded devoutly and recited the same prayer.
"In addition, there is one extremely important thing."
Luo Lei took a few steps forward and spoke again.
"What is it?" Venakana asked curiously.
Luo Lei lowered her voice and said with great solemnity: "President Rebecca, she wants to meet you in the Celestial Kingdom."
............................
............................
The news that maid Laurel brought to Venakana undoubtedly surprised her.
It's not that Venakana never thought that she would meet the president of this heretical sect, but she didn't expect that it would happen so soon.
The meeting time Luo Lei mentioned was at the next meeting.
Venakana was both curious and flustered.
Because Vinakana knew that it would be impossible for the Order of Destiny to selflessly help him.
The Order of Destiny has repeatedly reiterated that it was chosen by God, but never mentioned what God has planned for it.
"Then what does Rebecca want...what does the Lord they say want..."
In the middle of the night, Venakana was woken up by the majestic voice again.
Nearly a year passed, and the sound appeared more frequently, making her uneasy.
The next meeting came quickly in this uneasy wait.
That night, when Luo Lei returned to the palace, she was carrying a heavy package.
She hurriedly walked to the door of the study and knocked on the door according to the agreed password.
It didn't take long for Vina Khanna to say "come in".
Luo Lei walked into the study. She brought back two extremely important things from the meeting.
One is a piece of sheepskin, with a name written in blood on it.
Luo Lei recognized that name. It was that of a devout monk who was chosen by the president to be the recipient of Venakana's fate.
The other one is a simple headband and an astrolabe with the directions of the stars.
"Your Highness Princess, please wear the headband, then drop a drop of blood into the astrolabe, and recite the name 'Lord of Destiny' three times. In this way, you can go to the celestial kingdom and meet Rebecca. Long meeting.”
Luo Lei confessed in a particularly solemn manner that she did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
Venakana looked at the ring and astrolabe, and now, she couldn't find a reason to look back.
So, Venakana asked Luo Lei to put the ring on her head, then found a ceremonial knife and gently cut a slit on her finger.
The warm blood drops were squeezed out of the fingers and fell on the astrolabe.
Venakana immediately recited the name "Lord of Destiny" three times. In the teachings of the Destiny Order, that is the first name of the Lord God.
After reciting three times, the astrolabe glowed brightly, and the directions of the stars were projected out and reflected on the princess's headband.
An irresistible force extended from the head ring and acted on Venakana's eyelids.
The princess slowly closed her eyes.
She fell back, feeling dizzy.
The darkness behind closed eyes is chaotic and disorderly.
Aisaya.
Aisaya.
Aisaya.
The majestic voice, which abandoned the ethics of the flesh, fell into the eardrums.
Sacred to the point of being ruthless.
Venakana was surrounded by the darkness of chaos, and the sound was so majestic that it was small at first, but became louder and louder in a short period of time, occupying her thoughts.
When the darkness in front of you gradually fades...
The stars suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Venakana looked around in amazement. The stars were shining brightly in the night sky, and there was infinite silence among the stars.
In the darkness, a huge gray mist came from a distance.
Venakana looked directly at the gray mist that was coming quickly. The main body of the gray mist was almost entirely composed of ancient characters. When the latter came to Venakana, it slowly condensed into a human form.
"Praise fate, praise the Lord, Venakana, chosen by God, I finally meet you."
The human figure stopped in front of Venakana and bowed slightly.
Vinakana looked at Rebecca, who was made of gray mist. Her voice was like the lonely echo of the abyss, bottomless and incomprehensible.
"Are you... President Rebecca?"
Venakana asked cautiously.
The human figure was expressionless and nodded slightly.
Venakana continued: "Why are you meeting me? What do you want to do?"
Countless words swirled above the gray mist, and Venakana felt that those words were so ancient and so sacred.
If these words appear on the earth, they will be regarded as scriptures given by the Lord.
“I come at the will of my Lord.”
Rebecca's voice was solemn and touching,
"He asked me to lead you, get rid of your fleshly ethics, abandon your worldly humanity, follow the supreme arrangement, and return to your original destiny."
Venakana didn't understand what it meant, but the voice made her solemn, and the solemn touch of the treasure made her fingers tremble.
"What are you going to do?" Venakana asked again.
Rebecca turned and pointed.
Venakana looked over and saw that the scene of the stars suddenly became illusory, and then gradually twisted, converging like a spiral.
For some reason, Vinacana clicked, and she suddenly felt uneasy.
In the quiet night sky, there was a sudden scream of restlessness and fear.
Venakana looked at the source of the sound. The thick, pale light was condensed among the stars. They were like gauze, covering some terrifying things.
"Vina Khanna, please join me in reciting the prayer."
There was no emotion in Rebecca's voice, yet it was irresistible.
Who does she want me to pray to?
Venakana didn't understand what was going on. She pricked up her ears and poured out her words carefully.
"Saint Venacana with the bright moon,
The saint who shed his holy silver blood for the world,”
Rebecca read aloud.
Venakana was startled.
Saint Vena Cana...is that the saint who shares my name? Why haven't I heard of it?
Venakana ran a cursory search through her memory, but found nothing.
Rebecca didn't seem to care about Venakana's confusion and continued to chant.
"The last living saint in the world,
Spirit, faith, sky, and dried silver blood,”
Venakana listened, moved her mouth, and followed: "The last living saint in the world, spirit, faith, sky, and dried silver blood,"
The headband on her forehead glowed with a divine and ruthless brilliance as this prayer fell.
A divine and pitiless radiance cast upon the scene before him.
Venakana saw the spiral suddenly disperse after condensing.
Several spiral arms dispersed into pale colors, and illusory souls condensed on the picture. They overlapped and wailed miserably.
Venakana saw a looming figure.
At this moment, the princess's breathing suddenly became stagnant.
Venakana looked at that figure and felt goosebumps in her heart.
She felt alone, she felt scared.
In the darkness, the figure closed its eyes, seeming to be detached from everything in the world, including fate.
She had long, soft golden hair and a straight nose. Among the stars, her face had a thin luster, lost its color, and was so brittle.
Venakana saw, in the endless darkness, the pale curse of dead souls, swirling in all directions, peeping at what Rebecca said was the last living saint in the world, very fearful and eager to look at him.
That man endured so much suffering, yet his face was so calm.
Her face looked exactly like mine.
Venakana froze.
Rebecca stood behind her.
Destiny revealed to her the suffering Vinakana
“I pray you, use the miracles and the power that the Lord has given you,
It makes my future clear and makes me look directly at the trajectory of my destiny. "
Rebecca finished reciting the last prayer.
Venakana was in a daze. She couldn't help but chant the last paragraph.
In that tragic scene, Venakana suffered endless torture.
Venakana realized that this was her future situation, suffering and being alone.
"That's you, the future you..."
Rebecca said indifferently,
"You have been deceived by the true religion and failed to cast off your own humanity and accept the arrangements given to you by the Lord of Destiny. You have been dragged down by those mortal bodies and have shed all the silver blood of divinity. You have failed to transcend your destiny. Fate has led us into this thousand years of misery.”
Rebecca's words fell into Venakana's ears word by word, causing a storm.
My future is so sad...
I have been tortured for thousands of years, but I can't escape.
She felt helpless and confused, both of which crowded her heart, choked her throat, and made her unable to move.
Rebecca's solemn and majestic voice sounded behind her again.
It seemed that it was not she who was speaking, but the god spoken by the Destiny Cult, speaking through her body.
"Vina Khanna, you were chosen by the Lord of Destiny, but you realized the false gospel. You were deceived. You tried to save the world, but you forgot that their destiny had already been planned."
"God wants me to say to you: 'You don't have to bleed, you can transcend.'"
"You don't have to preach His way, because His way is not something everyone can understand. You don't have to use your compassion, because a weak compassion cannot disobey God's arrangement."
Word after word fell into Venakana's ears, and she suddenly heard the majestic voice again. The majestic, supreme and holy earthly truth seemed to be about to be revealed in front of her eyes.
"Vina Khanna, God does not make promises to mortals, because mortals have their own arrangements, but you are the exception. In the transcendence of destiny, you will stand side by side with Him, and there is the true gospel for you to understand."
"Get rid of your weak humanity and abandon your human ethics.
As the saying goes: 'As heaven is higher than the earth, so are your ways higher than the ways of men.' '"
Rebecca's solemn voice gradually blended with the majestic voice in Venakana's ears, indistinguishable from each other.
Her heart swayed and swayed with the voice. The God Rebecca spoke of was the ruthless God, the God she thought she was.
And that God wants her to be as ruthless as Him, to exclude humanity and ethics, and to see no good or evil in the world.
Venakana was shocked, and she stared at herself who would suffer in the future.
She was scared, she was panicked.
"How could I be reduced to that miserable situation..."
Venakana muttered to herself as if in a daze,
“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than the ways of men.”
............................
............................
The night is silent.
After King Ulysses had dealt with the government affairs for the day, it was finally time to take a rest.
However, just as Ulysses was about to stand up from his desk, an urgent message stopped the king.
The attendant who brought the urgent report was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
The attendant in front of him is one of the king's cronies, and the king trusts and respects him very much.
Ulysses frowned, not waiting for the king to ask.
The attendant spoke first: "Your Majesty, Harun, Harun, the leader of the pagans, he instigated a riot! The pagans who believed in our king raised all the weapons they could use and began to attack the ring. cathedral!"
"What, what, what are you going to say again?"
Ulysses was astonished, with disbelief on his face,
“God, are these heathens crazy?”
"Your Majesty, that despicable Harun actually incited: 'The time for judgment has come!'"
Ulysses slammed the table, his cheeks trembling angrily, and he said sternly: "Call General Tullius to come over. In the name of the Lord, we must quell this riot, and we must stop these madmen from attacking the church!"
The Ring Cathedral was built more than two hundred years ago and once served as the seat of the true Pope. It can be said to be the spiritual symbol of the saints in the entire city.
In the hearts of many true believers, the significance of the cathedral is of great importance. If you compare the palace with the ring cathedral, if the former is suddenly destroyed, it will only cause people sorrow and regret. If the latter encounters a misfortune, the dome of faith will collapse. .
Ulysses had previously heard from the mouth of a certain baron the visions of the pagans-the group of pagans who almost madly declared that judgment was coming.
But the king regarded these actions as nothing more than appalling folly.
Ulysses did not expect the sudden change tonight. At this moment, he tensed up and was anxious.
"Lord, have mercy on us."
Ulysses clasped his hands together and prayed.
