In a dark room.
A young man suddenly woke up screaming, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, there were torn marks on the bed, the palm of his hand was pricked by his fingertips due to excessive force, and drops of blood dripped down his fingers.
"Demon!..."
He hugged his head in pain, slapped his forehead hard, and murmured, "Why do you dream about demons?"
The sound of insects came from all around.
The young man opened the door and went out. This is a small manor. It seems that his family is in a good position. He is wearing a thin shirt standing under the moonlight. The weather is already a bit cold, but he seems a little I don't care. The young man stood outside and took a deep breath to calm down, and then he calmed down a little.
"Huh?"
He looked down at his palm, and he didn't know when the scar on his palm had healed, and the bloodstains cut by his nails had become very shallow now. He seemed to be in disbelief. He raised his palm and observed it under the moonlight, only then was he sure that the wound was almost healed. If he observed carefully, he could even see the marks disappearing slowly little by little.
"How is this possible?" He looked at himself with surprise, and suddenly found that he could see things in the dark. Although he could see things somewhat before, it was definitely not as clear as it is now.
He looked around in disbelief, and murmured, "What's wrong with me? What happened?"
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In a remote monastery.
There was a woman's suppressed scream in the room, the door was suddenly knocked open, and then a not young nun rushed in, she raised her hand and chanted a spell, a faint light appeared on her fingertips, she felt a little He looked worriedly at the girl in front of him. She was wearing ordinary linen clothes and looked very delicate. At this moment, she was covering her head in pain, and her expression was a little distorted.
"Lianna. What's wrong with you?"
The old man stretched out his arms and hugged the girl in front of him, shaking her constantly to try to wake her up, but the girl still seemed to be in a nightmare, and her face became paler and paler.
— "Protect from evil!"
The old nun cast the spell quickly, and a holy radiance emerged and enveloped the opponent's body. The young girl's expression became calmer, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
She yelled in fear, threw herself into the arms of the old nun, and said, "Sister Isalo. I... I just... saw the devil again!..."
The old nun clenched her palm and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and pray to Ms. Yinyue."
"The goddess will bless her followers!"
The girl trembled and stood up, knelt down on the bed and began to pray. As a little bit of holy light emerged from her prayer, the divine power condensed in the monastery began to gather on her body, and the girl's fearful expression became more and more calm. This is the monastery that believes in Ms. Silver Moon. Since Ms. Silver Moon has mastered a part of the priesthood to protect women, many such monasteries composed of nuns have fallen into Ms. Silver Moon's arms.
Ms. Yinyue’s church has undergone a lot of changes over the years. The number of female priests among the believers is increasing. The church gradually regards milk as a symbol of motherhood and the source of women’s strength. In many ceremonies, milk has begun to play a role. play an extremely important role. This means that Ms. Yinyue may be involved in more priesthood fields, because there are so many priesthood fields extended by women, breast milk, and nurturing. If Ms. Yinyue integrates these priesthoods, it is very likely that she will regain her powerful divine power.
The divine radiance gradually dissipated.
The girl finally stood up calmly. She glanced at the old nun in front of her, and said in a low voice: "The demons in my heart are still unable to get rid of, and they scare me more and more. Sister Isalo! It's because of me Is your belief in Ms. Silver Moon not firm enough?"
The old nun reached out and hugged her, patted her on the back gently, and said slowly: "My dear Liana, you are definitely the most devout believer of the goddess. Please believe me, the goddess will never allow the devil to hurt you. You, she's been watching you."
"She loves you like she loves her own daughter!"
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In the dark basement, in the small village in the wilderness, in the dead castle, similar scenes happened continuously. This night, many people woke up from the nightmare. When they opened their eyes, the whole world has become very different. same.
In a gloomy canyon, a monstrous man stood under the moonlight, staring into the distance, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "My dear brothers and sisters! You have finally woken up! "
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
His figure flew out, jumped directly from the tens of meters high cliff, and then the whole person gradually blurred, and left quickly towards the distance.
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Farther north than the Far North.
Surrounded by patches of glacial mountains, the sea can be seen in the distance, but this season has been completely frozen. In this ice and snow country where there are few people, there is a tall tower in the middle of the sky, its height is simply beyond the estimation of ordinary people. Even if Sauron was here, he would doubt whether the scientific and technological civilization of the interstellar age could build such a tower with a strange shape but as stable as a rock. It has been erected in the cold wind for thousands of years, and it is still intact without any damage.
"teacher."
A handsome young man came to the top of the tower, which is an ancient astrologer. He stood respectfully behind and said softly: "The followers of the Fear Demon God have begun to spread chaos and fear. They have awakened the Son of God in advance. Should we do something at this time?"
An old man with white beard and hair turned around. He was wearing a gray wizard robe, and his snow-white beard almost reached the ground. He glanced at the apprentice behind him and said slowly: "Myadod, you We must always remember that we are observers, and our task is to observe the changes in the world, not to interfere with the changes in the world.”
The handsome young man seemed to be hesitant, and struggled a bit before retorting: "But teacher, if we don't interfere, the fear demon god will be resurrected with the help of his heir's body, and the world will be shrouded in the shadow of fear again. This is a powerful demon god , if you miss this opportunity, it may be very difficult for him to fall again in the future."
The old man sighed softly, and said slowly: "Myadod, you have to remember that we are neutral, neither righteous nor evil. Only in this way will the gods allow us to exist forever."
"Besides, the resurrection of the gods is not so easy."
The handsome young man seemed a little unconvinced, and said in a low voice, "Then why did the god of tyranny successfully resurrect?"
The old man seemed helpless. He glanced at the disciples in front of him and said slowly: "Gods need to meet many conditions in order to be resurrected. The bodies of mortals cannot withstand their power, even if these people are their descendants. So they Before the resurrection, the divine power will be stripped out and gradually dispersed into the bodies of those descendants. The stronger the divine power, the more descendants will be needed to share it. After his death, this divine power will gradually gather, and what they left behind Many of the heirs will compete for the kill in pursuit of power."
"In the end, there are fewer and fewer offspring with divine power, and the remaining offspring are getting stronger and stronger."
"The powerful offspring and the gathered divine power are only part of the resurrection of the gods, and more importantly, the power of faith. All the divine power is produced by the conversion of the priesthood to the faith, and the most critical part is the control of the power of faith. The child of God Possesses the divine power brought by the priesthood, but they are not the gods that the believers believe in and pray for. If the believer is still praying to the original gods, then his will can be re-gathered into the body where the divine power resides by faith. Lurking in the body of the son for a long time, using the power of faith to repair his own soul, and finally regaining the power inherited by the Son of God."
"So the resurrection of the God of Slaughter failed, because his chief priest betrayed him, and his believers stopped praying to him long ago."
"But the god of tyranny has been resurrected, because his believers still maintain their belief in him."
The handsome young man seemed to be half understanding, raised his head and said, "Teacher, so it is impossible for the Demon God of Fear to be successfully resurrected this time?"
The old man was so angry that he tapped his head with his stick, and said in a deep voice, "Always remember that we are neutral observers."
"No one can predict the future."
"However, the Church of the Gods will certainly not allow the followers of the Fearful Demon God to spread chaos. It is estimated that they will be severely hit in the near future. If the number of followers of the Fearful Demon God decreases, he will lose the source of his faith. None If enough believers pray in his name, even if a Son of God succeeds in meeting the conditions for his resurrection in the future, he will never be resurrected."
The handsome young man still didn't understand.
However, he roughly heard that the possibility of the fear demon god's resurrection is not high, so his expression was very happy, and he said cheerfully: "Teacher, I will make tea for you, using your favorite southern tea."
The old man sighed helplessly.
He kept staring in the direction of the extreme north, his eyes seemed to pass through the space, and he saw an incomparably gorgeous light curtain, that light curtain sprinkled from the sky, it looked so beautiful.
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