only god

Chapter 322 Catherine's Story
The underworld of death still remains.

Nakbet was originally worried about where the underworld would go after the kingdom of heaven came, but under the father's will, the underworld still remained.

Mortals have their own beliefs on earth, and they obey thousands of gods, so the father asked the archangel Siles to tell Nakbet that if those mortals do not want to go to heaven or hell after death , Then go to the underworld of the god of death.

"It depends on the beliefs of mortals."

Silas said slowly.

Now that the kingdom of heaven has descended and the radiance of God shines again, the archangels are all entrusted with heavy responsibilities by Chen Yi, and Siles is of course no exception.

"That is to say, if mortals believe in the gods but not Him, they will come here?"

Upon hearing this, Nakbet, the god of death, could not help showing a little excitement.

Nakbet originally thought that the underworld would be turned into barrenness, and no soul would ever set foot there, but Silas' words brought some hope to Nakbet.

Silas nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, it depends on their free choice and self-will. If that mortal believes in both God and you, then it depends on where he wants to go before he dies."

Nakbet nodded heavily, and he kept repeating these two sentences in his heart.

When the kingdom of heaven came, some of the souls of the underworld left. If Nakbet remembered well, those were the true believers who were brought here by him. They were judged for their conduct not long ago, either in Hell, or in heaven.

Nakbet didn't take it seriously at first, but now that he thinks about it, maybe his father is also using this as a warning to himself.

Not long after, Silas left, Nakbet stroked the sickle in his arms, and the three-headed dog beside him lowered his head docilely, lay down on the ground, and dozed off.

The god of death looked at the earth. Now that the world is ushering in a rare period of peace, he can also take a little rest, and he doesn't have to be as busy as before.

"New world..."

Nakbet murmured.

Not far away, a gorgeously dressed but dignified judge of the underworld came over.

That was the earliest judge of the underworld—Asis, and he was also the first mortal brought to the underworld by Nakbet.

"Asis."

Nakbet turned around.

"Finally, has that god finally come?"

Assis looked at the direction where the angel left, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Assis, it has finally come. I still remember how shocked you were when Herris mentioned our father to you."

Nakbet waved the sickle in his hand.

As the monarch of the underworld, Nakbet has never been worshiped by mortals on the earth. Mortals are afraid of the passing of life and the coming of aging, so they are extremely afraid of death. The temple dedicated to the god of death is the least on the ground. It is far inferior to the five first awakened gods, and even inferior to some unknown or unknown gods, such as the hidden god E.

Some mortals will even curse the god of death, insulting this god to take away their own relatives, and not let him live for a while. Among the mortals, the most respected god of death is often the gravekeeper, executioner, stable woman, etc. This kind of marginalized people who are discriminated against.

Fortunately, the God of Death's gentle character made him not care about the discrimination of mortals at all. He was only responsible for bringing each mortal to the underworld equally to welcome their afterlife.

"Asis, do you want to leave? Go and meet the father whom Heris once said."

Nakbet asked.

Unexpectedly, Assis shook his head and said slowly:

"No, I don't want to, time has passed too long, I have lost that kind of anger, let it pass, I just stay in the underworld, I am used to the big and small things here, I am used to judging the past of every soul .”

Nakbet nodded slightly, it seemed that his judge of the underworld was no longer as persistent as he was when he was young.

Time is enough to sharpen a person, enough to change a person.

Under the scouring of the river called time, no matter how solid the rock is, it will be polished into round stone beads until finally disappearing without a trace.

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Deschanel.

This small country of Tsoer gradually returned to its former appearance. Due to the sudden bumper harvest, the entire kingdom suddenly became much richer. Some of the refugees settled here, and some embarked on a long journey home.

After experiencing such a miracle, the status of the True Religion believers who were not valued at first rose. Under the auspices of King Phil, almost half of the residents in the royal city converted to the True Religion. They accepted the True Religion’s calendar and The sacred classics that have been handed down through the ages.

The Great Elder looked at the crowd of praying crowds. Although his heart was touched, it soon calmed down. He had already seen great miracles. Now that he was old, many things could not make much waves.

King Phil was baptized. He took the true religion as the state religion, and ordered other city-states to quickly implement it. The temple that was originally used for sacrifices was also converted into a church. The standing statue was removed and placed in a side hall. Among them, in the main hall, the sacred scriptures symbolizing the true religion were erected.

The musicians of the music halls still use music to worship the gods, but the main objects of sacrifice have ushered in a change. Because of this, Catherine has become the darling of the entire music hall. As a music fanatic, she composes various sacred pieces of music, It was recorded by the dean on the score and used to teach one musician after another.

As Catherine became the darling of the Music Academy, more and more people took the initiative to contact this musician who was kept at a distance, and even became his disciples. When the prince wanted to find Catherine's love, only the cold door responded to him.

, Catherine told the stories of those years to the people around her year after year. In that story, a foreign woman named Sola came here. It was a wonderful time related to music, and in it, her The harp became a nightingale.

Alternating spring and autumn, changing seasons, Catherine is getting old little by little, and her white hair is climbing up her forehead. Occasionally, like some old people, she will tell some illogical and upside-down stories. It was an adaptation of her personal experience, except for the story about Nightingale, which she told verbatim.

Generations of disciples have heard her story and carried it around the world.The nightingale and the harp, this beautiful fairy tale about angels has been passed down in the world.

At the end of that story, the white-haired Catherine said:
"Maybe at the end of my life, the nightingales I set free that day will turn into harps, and everything will be back to the way it was at the beginning. Ah, that's the end of my story."

　I have to go to the hospital tomorrow, I have to ask for a day off (tears)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)