Thousands of sharp swords, on the sword is the red fire that the legendary Lord used to prevent human beings from entering the holy garden. The crimson fire was as strong as another kind of blood. The swords wrapped in blood and fire were the will of the gods. The air was shaking. When those swords fell, they carried a long howling wind.
They are only to nail the anti-god to the tip of the sword like a poisonous snake.
The blood was heavy and sticky, and the king's pupils were gradually expanding.
His throat will be cut, his veins will be severed, and he will be crucified like a sinner.
There was a sharp scream in the air.
"Take back your claws, puppets!"
The icy voice sounded along with the gust of wind.
The black mist poured out from the king's body, and countless slender black butterflies fluttered from the black mist. They no longer carry wind blades, but have themselves turned into extremely sharp black blades, and these blades are meant to drink blood. The black butterfly was circling, upward, and flying around.
The sky was the kind of icy, screeching sound they rubbed against the eardrums when they fluttered their wings. This sound was like a knife, severing the chants majestically entrenched in the church.
It's a scream from hell.
Violent, mad, molten rage.
The black monks had to raise their hands, and the fire swords they were holding were forced to retract and block in front of them. The red fire turned into a barrier, firmly protecting themselves within it. The black butterfly hit the red fire, making a sound of gold and iron colliding, and then the red fire ignited its wings.
Black butterflies spiraled out continuously, and the black-clothed monks fluttered back.
"Crash" sound of water.
The devil stood in the blood pool, stretched out his arms, and brought the king out of the viscous blood. He jumped slightly, broke free from the blood, and stood on the cold high platform.
The blood in the holy pool rolled down from the black dress on the devil's body, burning his dress with scorch marks of various sizes, but the black mist soon made the dress as brand new again. The blood dripped to the ground, and the thick black mist was instantly cleared out of an open space, and then shrouded in new black mist.
The devil hugged the king and looked up at the black monks who were entrenched around like shadows.
There was no more smile on his face.
The Holy Court activated the imprint on the king, which was planted at the coronation ceremony more than ten years ago. Hidden deep within the king's soul, they eschewed the "decree" and dragged the king into his own sea of consciousness.
The murder will be silent and unnoticed.
People will only see the king's harmless corpse in the king's room, only to think that he naturally stopped breathing in his sleep.
This is one of the reasons why the Pope did not hesitate to cross the Abyss Strait and come to baptize the king.
If the king hadn't signed a contract with the devil, then no one would be able to save the king tonight!
The soul of the king will be chopped to pieces by a thousand swords of fire.
The smile that hung on the devil's face like a mask was finally broken into nothingness at this time, and his true face was exposed from behind the mask - he was a black blade that had already been stained with blood.
So thick and so terrible blood swept out of him.
He was really offended.
There was no temperature in the black pupils. The devil held the king firmly in his arms with his pale hands that were dripping blood. This was a gesture full of possession. . He embraced the king with one hand, but it felt like a monster guarding a unique gem.
The blood of the holy pool was dripping from the devil's hand, and he drew out the long sword used to kill the lord of "greed and ill-gotten wealth" from the void.
The moment the long sword was drawn, the black monks also acted.
The judge wearing a black iron mask fluttered back with a golden eagle mouth pot, while the black monks wearing pale masks turned into shadows one after another, holding fire swords and attacking from all directions like devils.
Like a poisonous snake, like a ghost.
They chanted ancient hymns in low voices, which were not written in human languages, and the sounds they made were so ethereal that they didn't seem to vibrate from the vocal cords.
The devil held the king in his arms so hard, as if it wasn't him who was burning with the blood of the Holy Court that stained the king's body. He held the sword in one hand and carried the king with him, but his movements were as good as those of the black monks—same swiftness, same strangeness.
The pale keel longsword collided with the fire sword of the Inquisition in mid-air.
A long, terrifying voice kept ringing in the air.
Those adjudicators seem to have no pain, no feelings, and no consciousness of their own. They don't care whether the devil's long sword will fall on them. They just attacked the king who was in the arms of the devil at all costs.
But more unscrupulous than them is the devil.
The hand he held the hilt was so pale that no amount of blood could dye him red.
He was born ruthless, and when he held the sword, it was to send the sword into the heart of the enemy. He was sin and killing itself. The devil's movements are as precise as a long song of flowing water. When the blade cuts into flesh and blood, it makes a fine rubbing sound, which is the note of the song. The sharp sound of the blade cutting off the bones is a high-pitched sound, and the blood flowers swirling in the air. It's a wild chorus.
The black-clothed monk had his throat slit, his head beheaded, and split in half.
They shattered in the air into clumps of scarlet fire.
Strangely, their masks shattered in the air the moment they died. Under the mask, there are cold and pale faces, each of which seems to be a replica of an angel statue.
These black monks are the closest people to God besides the Pope.
Or, they really can't be called people because—
They are gods!
The Servant of God is immortal.
When a god attendant was slit by the devil, they turned into red fire and scattered to the ground under the high platform like shooting stars. Then came the new Blackfriars from the fire.
But as the devil reaped more and more urgently, the speed of resurrection of the servants became slower and slower.
The devil's keel sword seemed to be awakened by this long-lost blood, and there was a faint roar of dull ancient creatures stirring in the sword. He held the sword like a ferocious dragon.
The dragon opened his eyes on the sword and let out a low, thousand-year-old roar.
All the god servants who are being resurrected and have not been resurrected stopped in mid-air, as if there were invisible ripples oscillating in the air, and they were scattered in the ripples - except for one person!
That was the chief judge who had retreated far away from the beginning of the battle, wearing a black iron mask.
A pair of pure white eyes suddenly appeared on the black iron mask, and those eyes suddenly opened. At the moment when they opened, the chant that had been interrupted by the devil reverberated solemnly and grandly throughout the entire St. Weiss Cathedral. In the inner space, on the four walls of the church, all the painted angels seemed to be resurrected in an instant.
The angels on the mural spread their wings, and snow-white feathers fluttered down from mid-air.
- A holy miracle with murderous intent.
The angels sang, and the holy feathers expelled and suppressed the thick black mist brought by the devil.
This is the king's consciousness space. When the Holy Court used the brand to control it, they replaced the king's will and turned the entire consciousness space into the habitat of the gods. The holy signs are everywhere here, forcing the people from hell. devil.
"wake up!"
The chief judge shouted sharply.
His voice, with an ancient revelation, beckoned to something.
The king, who was held by the devil in his arms, closed his eyes before that, but at this moment, the voice of the chief judge fell, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
—Cold, silvery eyes.
It is exactly the same as the eyes on the black iron mask worn by the chief judge.
The iconic icy blue of the Rose family was replaced by a strange pure white, and a bright holy flame burned deep in the king's pupils.
Immediately following countless white flames, the king's chest, center of back, shoulders, elbows and palms - all the places where the holy anointing had been applied in the original baptism ceremony - poured out from the inside out. It was this holy fire that suddenly ignited in the Kono Forest, preventing the devil from taking the king to hell.
Today, this flame is also used to stop the devil.
- but it was used to stop the devil from saving the king.
Behind the smiling angels, there are often hideous evil spirits.
The golden olecranon in the hands of the judge was melting, dripping down, and remelting into a holy sword. He stared at the king from behind the mask, and recited the holy words of the king's coronation and baptism.
He is waiting for his time.
Human kings are the "representatives" of the Lord, and they are the real actors of the anointed on earth. The eternal great Lord and his representative on earth take care of each other. When the king of the earth is baptized and consecrated, the power of the Holy Spirit descends upon him, and at that moment his image is truly changed and he becomes a real king. . [1]
Be the influence on the earth of the Eternal One who is one with the Lord.
Therefore, the holy fire ignited from the king is far more powerful than the flaming sword to the power from hell.
That is the power that can really hurt the ancient devil!
The blood water of the holy pool can't really hurt the overly powerful devil, but the blood water is only to draw out the power of the Holy Spirit in the king's soul.
The devil held the king in his arms, and the flame swept over him almost instantly.
At this moment, the judge suddenly set off. Holding the golden holy sword, he leaned over slightly and rushed over.
The golden holy sword flashed in mid-air, carrying thick black blood.
The sword of the chief judge failed.
The devil blocked the long sword in front of him and quickly retreated. The holy fire was burning, but the devil did not let go of the king with the holy fire as the chief judge thought. He held the king tightly in his arms.
This is greedy, crazy monster.
His treasure belongs to him alone.
Whether it is heaven, gods, or holy fire, don't delusionally compete with him.
"You should wake up."
The devil bowed his head slightly, his voice was steady, as if it wasn't him who was burnt by the holy fire, as if the fire was not the same kind of fire that forced him to quickly withdraw his hands in the Kono Forest.
He put something on the king's hand.
The author has something to say: [1] This concept is not made up by me.
Much has been written on Christ-centered kingship, but here is the discussion in "On the Ordination of Bishops and Kings" by Norman Anonymous. The baptism of the coronation ceremony is of great significance in the theocracy of the Western monarchy. Only after the baptism of the coronation can the king become a real king. "In anointing, the Spirit of the Lord and the sanctifying power entered into them, and through this power they became the image and image of Christ, and it transformed them into others, so that in their personality , one is a man, and the other is a man in spirit."