Overnight, pagans in the city gathered from all directions. They were holding iron forks or daggers, and some picked up a long wooden stick on the roadside. The priests walked through the streets and alleys. In a short period of time, Hundreds of pagans gathered.
They guarded their leader, Harun the Priest, who was thin and short, with bones so white that they seemed to pierce his skin. Despite this, his face was still tall.
"Those hypocritical nobles and rich people, let them destroy them, along with the splendid old church!"
Harun stood on the high platform and announced loudly,
"The judgment is coming, and their gold will turn into useless ashes. The end is coming, and everyone will die, but after this, we will definitely get to the kingdom of heaven!"
"Think about it, good and righteous people who believe in our King, our ancestors lost their homeland, our lecture hall was destroyed by Laurent, and now we are poor and suffering persecution from those true believers!
Are all these experiences due to our sins as believers of our King, the King? Do you deserve to be persecuted?
I have to tell you, sin will not be persecuted, sin will only be violent, only kindness will be persecuted by sin!
Smash the dome of the stupid and let the judgment come! There is no bondage to anyone but the law of our God! "
The cold wind blew, like a knife, piercing the worn priest's robe. Harun was so arrogant and aloof, and he righteously denounced the true believers.
The pagans looked up to the sky and screamed, with tears streaming from their eyes. They raised their weapons high, and the rioting people followed Harlan's big hand and rushed straight to the Ring Cathedral.
Pagans were organized and launched riots among the saints of Mandu.
Above the sea of thousands of clouds, Chen Yi's eyes fell elsewhere.
He suddenly stood up from his throne.
That divine gaze penetrated the layers of clouds and mist and fell directly into the celestial kingdom.
He saw among the distant stars, Venakana was witnessing her tragic situation in the future.
"Rebecca...Master of Destiny..."
God stared at Rebecca beside Venakana, who, like a poisonous snake, seduced Venakana step by step towards the truth of the world.
Among the stars, Rebecca seemed to notice something.
She turned her head slightly, and the fateful companion noticed a distant gaze.
Suddenly, the quiet and beautiful night sky suddenly became distorted.
Rebecca clasped her hands together and raised her head. On the body made of gray mist, countless old bloody words of fate flowed. These words have the same origin as the words on the ancient scroll of destiny!
When they fall on ancient scrolls, they can write the fate of the world.
Rebecca's gray mist showed a sacred and ruthless radiance, and then, from the depths of the bloody words of fate, a voice came out: "Aisaya!"
The voice was not Rebecca's.
But it comes from the Yin Book of the Ancient Scroll of Destiny.
God raised his hand, His brows furrowed, foreboding something, He no longer hesitated, raised his hand and extinguished the lights of the divine bell tower.
A brilliant golden flame ignited from His hand, and the sparks fell into the clouds. In an instant, a thousand pillars of clouds ignited into a raging fire. The flames spread at an unimaginable speed, until they reached the celestial realm and had already spread all over the country. No horizon.
The words that made up Rebecca's body were very cold in the night sky, stretching out the ruthless cold. They came out with the voice of the "Lord of Destiny" and grew rapidly under the sudden divine power.
Those ancient blood words of destiny were split into two, and the words on the shallow part of Gray Mist's body reached in front of Wenakana.
And deep in the gray mist's body, the bloody words of destiny that were close to the "Lord of Destiny" surged vigorously into the distance.
The indifferent blood word "destiny" symbolizes the fateful arrangement on the ancient scroll. It is cold and grand, overflowing with ancient glory.
Each bloody word of fate hit the boundless pure gold flames. The entire celestial kingdom seemed to be hammered from the inside out. First, the night sky could be seen twisting and merging, then suddenly bursting, and the supreme and holy voice resounded. Among the vast stars, the nearby stars were shattered one after another by the aftermath of the collision.
Those bloody words of fate that could be written in ancient scrolls temporarily blocked the flames of pure gold.
In front of Venakana, a vast and majestic road suddenly appeared.
It is paved with pale and gray words inch by inch. If someone can decipher those words, when he holds the ancient scroll of destiny, he will be able to see the fate of all things in the world.
On the right side of the princess is her future self, bleeding all her blood and suffering alone in a miserable situation.
On the left side of Venakana is a divine road that has no great good or evil, and is the highest and most holy. At the far end, the truth of the world is revealed.
"Don't doubt the real God, you can only trust the Lord of Destiny!"
The words on Rebecca's body were withdrawn step by step, plunging deep into the awe-inspiring flames, while the shallow ones were paved with layers of steps leading to the truth of the world.
"Are you going to be martyred for the false gospel?!"
Rebecca's hoarse shouting, Mu Ran, shocked Venakana. Facing that thousand years of misery, she would be lonely and fearful. It was a road of death, and the way to life was not far away in the horizon, but close in front of her.
"As heaven is higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than the ways of men..."
Venakana murmured absently, and her feet quietly stepped on the steps of the road.
At this moment, Rebecca revealed to her a vision of the future.
St. Venakana, who was tormented by the dead soul, inexplicably opened his eyelids slightly.
The saint in the scene seemed to notice something. She looked at the night sky, and the dead souls around her were boiling, looking for an opportunity to devour her.
Saint Venakana just shook his head slightly, then closed his eyes and calmed down.
The princess looked directly at the road leading to the heights. She was too focused and did not notice the startling glance of Saint Vena Cana.
Venakana stepped up, slowly clasped her hands together, and was about to lower her head.
Behind her, the words in Rebecca's gray mist body are not endless.
The words of destiny in the depths tried their best to cover up the flames of pure gold. At first, they tried to extinguish the fire coming from the sea of thousands of clouds, but the brilliance of the flames far exceeded the arrangements of the "Lord of Destiny".
After the ancient scroll of destiny was shattered, the "Lord of Destiny" who lost the Kingdom of God could never be called a complete god.
Although it is supreme and holy, it has lost half of its essence. As the end of all things, it has lost its beginning.
The words that made up the gray mist gradually burned in the fire, and Rebecca's increasingly illusory face showed the calmness of martyrdom, because her fate was written in the ancient scrolls. If she died, the "Lord of Destiny" would have someone standing on her right. Side, God beside Him.
Venakana walked up the stairs paved with blood step by step. Her heart beat uneasily at first, then slowly calmed down. As the calm spread throughout her body, the calm evolved into a kind of indifference.
Behind the princess, flames formed a sea of fire, trying their best to get close to her, trying to bring her back to the truth of the world.
The words in Rebecca's body were like flashes of light, like the overwhelming waves on the sea, delaying the spread of the flames.
Venakana is still on the road to earthly truth, and whether she advances or not still depends on her own will.
No god can disturb her at this moment.
So, Venakana looked up at the end of the steps, and the vision of a lonely and suffering future gradually faded away from her.
The memories of Venakana reappeared in her eyes as she walked upwards.
She was originally the princess of the Holy City. Among the ancestors of the family, the second generation received the reward of our king, and the third generation brought the gospel of salvation from heaven...
This family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, is inherently different from all the nations and tribes on the earth, and is inherently higher than those tribes that have been annihilated in history.
Now, I, the last generation to bear the curse, will also be freed from fate.
“For my ways are higher than your ways.”
When these words fell, Venakana seemed to have confirmed his belief in fate.
In this moment, the brilliance on that road flourished.
Both sides of the road revealed more scenes.
One is that the earliest pope received the decree from the Lord God and loudly announced that he would lead the entire spiritual world.
One is that the sons of gods came to the world. As a prophet, he canonized saints for the Lord. Among the saints who were devout to God, prophets were born. The world at that time persecuted them and killed them. Later, the world also Respect them.
One day, in the ice and snow, the road under the Blessed One's feet became narrower and narrower, until a narrow gate appeared in front of him.
One is a bottomless abyss, with gusts of miserable wind, and a supreme and noble voice announcing to a woman, telling her to jump down, even if she will be shattered into pieces.
There is a tall body that stands above all nations. He gives alms, preaches, and declares that his Lord has shouldered all the suffering for the world.
There is an upward, pale staircase paved with words. A princess raises her head and slowly goes up. Behind her is an endless golden fire.
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There is an invisible road in front of Venakana. She is slowly stepping on one step after another, peeling away bits and pieces of humanity.
Nearing the end, Venakana suddenly saw that on both sides of the stairs, there were lights, immortal gods weeping in sorrow, and god-like figures descending to life three times and dying three times.
On both sides of the stairs, there are scenes of fate written in the Yin Book of the Ancient Scroll of Destiny.
After Venakana walked through this, the people in the world in her memories suddenly seemed so pitifully small.
Life is like an earthworm, and all things are like worn-out shoes...
They are sometimes happy, sometimes miserable, sometimes lonely, and sometimes happy. The tears they shed can turn into deep valleys, and the smiles they have shown can fill the stars in the sky.
However, in Venakana's situation, no one could see the meaning of these things.
Venakana found no meaning.
In the eternal earthly truth, they are born, they decline, and everything is fulfilling the records in the ancient scrolls of destiny, unconsciously following the arrangements of the "Lord of Destiny".
What is the difference between happiness and suffering in the Divine?
What is the difference between the living and the dead?
Moments of joy and misery are the unavoidable fate of people in the world. God’s love is not everywhere, but His arrangements can be everywhere, and they should be everywhere.
The good ones must die, the evil ones must die, the lucky ones must die, the unfortunate ones must die, the short-lived ones must die, and the long-lived ones must die.
In this vast world, everything will eventually be born, and everything will eventually pass away. This is the fate that everything cannot escape, and the bondage that cannot be broken away.
No one can turn the valley of tears into a place of springs, no one can turn mourning into dancing, no one can transform his sackcloth into a robe of gold.
Poor in spirit, meek, compassionate, pure in heart, faithful, a peacemaker, suffering persecution for righteousness’ sake…
And...mourn...
Nothing is truly blessed!
Because God’s arrangements were made long before eternity!
The world begs for faith, begs for mercy, begs for hope...
They were all pathetic and useless actions that they foolishly passed on to their children and grandchildren from generation to generation.
Venakana stared blankly at the light at the end. The truth of the world is fate. It has been decided long ago, it is cold and ruthless, and it is endless indifference.
Earthly truth is close at hand.
She reaches out and touches the Divine.
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In the Holy City, the voices of the heretics overlapped. They broke through the blockade of the guards and hung these overestimating true believers from the eaves of various places.
The Ring Cathedral is located in the inner city, which was the city within the city built by Blessed Luke in the past.
"Let the supreme judgment come, our destiny has already been written by God!"
Harun was surrounded by the crowd. He loudly cursed the true believers and announced the coming judgment.
Suffering persecution and discrimination by the true believers, the pagans, full of rage, attacked the gates of the inner city. They spread to each other the contempt of the ignorant for the king of our kings.
Despite this, just relying on crude swords and slashing with farm tools, even if the sun rises, will never be able to open the gate of the inner city.
But Harun still vowed that under God's care, the city gate would be opened.
The heathens' frantic slashing for half an hour gradually subsided because they found nothing, and they unknowingly had a suspicion.
Soon, that suspicion spread quickly, causing some pagans to calm down, feel uneasy and panic.
Harlan's confidence remained strong.
He was embraced by the crowd, recited scriptures, and begged loudly for God's favor.
After a while, the city gate slowly opened from the inside out amid the sound of the scriptures.
Harun stopped reciting and shouted loudly for the king of my kings.
The pagans did not know the reason, and they regarded it as a miracle, as a favor from our King and as a punishment for the stupid.
Their enthusiasm was aroused, and any trace of doubt disappeared. Not only that, because they had doubts, the wide-open city gate at this moment further consolidated their confidence.
Only Harun and a few people knew that it was the prince's assistance.
The pagans shouted the holy name of our King, their eyes full of anger. While they smashed the buildings of the true believers, they swarmed towards the spiritual symbol of the entire holy city.
Harlan stood high on the square and stared into the distance.
All his actions today are to confirm the words written by the King of Kings on the Yin Book of the Ancient Scroll of Destiny.
All in order for the first trial to come.
"No one can prevent the coming of judgment, and there is no other god more supreme than the King of kings!"
