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Chapter 385 Chapter 384 The Day of Rebirth

The Messenger was preaching to the crowd.

She narrated for a long time one after another, and the scriptures that were once obscure and difficult to understand fell into her mouth, so concise and concise, giving people a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

The priest intended to refute her blasphemous words, but no matter what he said, the messenger's words were far more convincing than what he said. The man seemed to have met God in person, and brought new things from the kingdom of heaven. the apocalypse.

The priest was defeated. Although he didn't want to admit his failure, he could see with his own eyes that the believers believed the deceptive words.

It can't go on like this.

The priest understands that even if the debate is over, there will still be believers who will change from firmness to hesitation at that time.

So he gritted his teeth, stopped and said:
"Enough! You false prophet!"

The believers raised their heads in shock at the shout, and moved their eyes to the direction of the priest.

The envoy was not in a hurry, she turned around and stared at the priest with a very indifferent gaze.

The priest clapped his hands, and in the blink of an eye, several figures in light armor jumped out from the shadow of the catacombs. They each wore swords at their waists, and they slowly drew them out following the priest's instructions.

Those are the Night's Watch of the Empire.

In other words, the night watchmen infiltrated by the original church.

"Stop your bewitching."

The night watchmen pressed forward.

The believers looked at each other for a while, and then there was panic on their faces. They hurriedly backed away from the place where the messenger was standing, as if they were afraid that they would be implicated.

Their heartstrings trembled, their eyes sometimes fell on the priest and sometimes on the messenger, their limbs trembled slightly, and they chanted scriptures in a low voice, begging God to forgive their various mistakes.

The night watchmen pressed on every step of the way. These people were not ordinary believers, but monks of the original church. Although they heard the so-called messenger's sermon, they were seldom shaken.

Dozens of hostile gazes converged into a vortex, trying to swallow the messenger and destroy the original enemy of the original church, so that she could never recover and suffer the divine punishment from the heavens.

That hostility is like a tide,

The messenger stepped forward slowly.

Thunder came from outside the tomb.

She walked towards the corridor step by step, and the night watchmen did not receive instructions, and no one went forward first.

The priest looked at her and asked with hatred:

"What do you want to do?"

The messenger turned his head slowly and said lightly:

"The storm...the storm is coming."

Everyone on the field was confused.

This seaside town has indeed been cloudy and rainy all night for the past few days, but if a person with unknown origin said that there is a storm, will there be a storm?

After a while, the priest glared at Mira and shouted:
"It's nonsense! She is just a lunatic pretending to be an envoy!"

Then, he waved his hand, and the night watchmen rushed forward, intending to capture the so-called messenger on the spot, and completely solve the root cause of the original church's panic.

at this time.

Boom!

The huge thunder almost pierced through the eardrums, and the entire catacomb trembled at this moment, shaking, and piles of dust fell from the top of the head.

The shock caused everyone's feet to slip. Many people couldn't stand still and fell to the ground. When they raised their heads again, the so-called messenger had disappeared.

"Where did she go? Chase! Chase!"

The priest shouted hastily.

The night watchman rushed out in a swarm.

The catacombs are still shaking slightly, and with the continuous falling dust, fear arises spontaneously.

The priest quickly comforted the believers. After all, the tomb was underground, and shaking from time to time was a common occurrence.

Suddenly, a night watchman rushed in, his whole body was wet, his face was terrified, and he shouted loudly:

"Tsunami! Tsunami! The storm is really coming!"

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Apart from grayness, there is no color that can describe a storm. Storms always come suddenly. Except for the impatient chirping of birds, there is no sign. When it comes, everyone can see helplessness and helplessness in their eyes.

Dull, when the storm comes, all the sounds are embellished with panic, drowned in the manic wind, and I don't know how many things are swallowed by the storm.

This seaside town is facing a once-in-a-century storm.

The tsunami was layer upon layer, as if devouring the heaven and the earth. Countless fishing boats were sucked into the sea in a blink of an eye, without even a cry for help. In the face of the huge nature, too many things are too small to be small.

"Run! Run! Run!"

The original believers rushed out of the catacombs, and they no longer cared about the exposure of the catacombs. They fled in a panic in the dark night. The catacombs kept making creaking noises, and they would collapse in a short time.

Huge black clouds oppressed the entire small town, and there were people fleeing and dodging everywhere, but the storm spread for thousands of miles, so where could people escape? Fly around.

The crowd was in a panic looking for a place to hide. The overwhelming tsunami beat the entire town, and countless people were knocked down to the ground, and were even sucked into the sea. Thatched huts and rough longhouses were completely destroyed by the tsunami. At the end of the day, only a few stone buildings are still lingering.

The miserable cries of the separation of the husband and wife, the pain of the mother who lost the child, the panic of the younger brother not being able to find the elder brother, all the fears of the world gathered in this coastal town. This time it was so scary.

As if the sky was falling apart.

And it's like... heaven and earth.

"God, bless us! Please bless us!"

"God, no!"

People tried their best to avoid the strong wind. Whether it was the original believers who had been hiding all the time or the hard-working church believers, they were equally vulnerable in the storm. They tried their best to avoid the storm in various ways.

The strong wind roared in conjunction with the torrential rain, like a wild animal out of the cage, the birds that had no time to escape were torn apart, their feathers were scattered all over the place, and their flesh was even torn to pieces, turning into part of the rain and falling to the ground until the storm was over.

The priest was holding a stone pillar. He was drenched and flustered. He watched the tsunami layer after layer approaching. He kept praying and rushed to the stone church in the town, which was the closest to him. building.

The door of the church was crowded, people squeezed desperately inside, and all kinds of shouts came and went.

"It's safe there!"

"Come! Come! Come in!"

"God, let's get in there!"

"Forget about your dad, he knows what to do!"

... The sum of thousands of noisy voices is still nothing compared to the storm. Another huge wave is approaching. The sea is a giant whale that never knows how to be full. Everything is swallowed up in it.

The priest squeezed in, he didn't care that the church was what they said was a church for whores, he just squeezed in desperately.

When he was about to squeeze in, the original priest suddenly turned his head, and suddenly saw a figure standing on the empty street.

"Is that... the false messenger?"

The priest was stunned suddenly.

"Damn it, go in! Don't get stuck here!"

There were people pushing and shoving and yelling at the back.

The priest had to come back to his senses, he glanced at the messenger again, and murmured incessantly:
"She's crazy, crazy, absolutely crazy!"

The church was shaking in the strong wind, and it seemed that it would collapse at any moment.

People squeezed. This church, which can accommodate hundreds of people, may have squeezed more than ten times the number of people today. People crowded and curled up everywhere, with panic on each other's faces.

"What is that person doing?!"

In front of the window, someone suddenly screamed.

In an instant, dozens of people cast their gazes over. At that moment, everyone took a breath. They saw a vague figure. No matter who it was, it must be a lunatic.

they saw,

Someone walks in front of the storm.

In the empty streets and alleys, there was only the figure of that one person.

"Someone is still outside!"

"Lord! We should have let that man in!"

"What do you think, do you want to open the door?!"

All of a sudden, the whole church was boiling, and people were arguing endlessly. The noise and shouting never stopped. Everyone knew that the quarrel would have no result, but no one was willing to let go of the quarrel.

The violent wind shook the entire church, and the unfortunate big hands fiddled with a corner of the world at will, and panic and screams were everywhere.

The huge waves rose higher and higher, getting closer and closer. In an instant, everyone in the church held their breath. Under fear, even the noisiest insects and birds had to learn to be silent.

in front of the narrow window,

people see

The man is still standing in the storm.

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A few days later, in the palace.

Ainos reviewed various official documents submitted from all over the empire.

Generally speaking, the closer the place is to the imperial city, the more frequently it submits official documents. The reason for this is not only the legal constraints of the empire, but also the rule of the imperial power and the control of the place.

"Lola City was hit by a storm..."

The co-governing emperor paid close attention to every word on the official document. If there was a storm in a remote place away from the imperial city, the emperor didn't really need to be his heart, and the local nobles and bureaucrats could handle it. If the cities that are relatively close to the city are not handled properly, it is inevitable that they will be left behind in the Senate and the Capital Council.

Flora was by the queen's side, seeing Enos's serious appearance, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"It's time for you to put down the official papers and take a rest."

Flora said,

"You should know that the ceremony will start soon."

Enos shook her head, softly rebuffed:

"Mother, I know what you said, but I can't help it..."

In the middle of speaking, the queen stopped suddenly.

Flora looked at her suspiciously.

"what happened?"

"Mother, you...you should see it,"

With that said, Enos handed the official document to Flora.

"what…"

Flora took the official document and looked at the section that Ainos was pointing at,
"'The man claimed to be a messenger of God'... what?!"

The eyes of the Patriarch of the original church slowly widened.

"when did it happen?!"

Flora asked anxiously.

Enos's mood did not fluctuate, and she said in a calm tone:
"Not long ago, this official document was delivered three days ago."

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How long has it been?

How long has the storm passed?

In the whole town, some people said that four days had passed, some said that it had been five days, and some people were still in shock, thinking that the storm had passed only yesterday.

All in all, the storm died down.

In the stone church,

The priest looked at the man in disbelief.

The envoy sat beside the altar of worship, reaching out and stroking the scriptures on the stone tablet.

The priests of the original church knew that what the messenger was focusing on was the "Book of the Millennium Prophets" that the original church did not recognize.

It was not the time for mass at this time, and there was no one in the church. The priest was sitting on the bench, recalling the storm not long ago, still undecided.

He watched the man.

That was clearly a false messenger.

But she still stood in the storm, letting the big waves come and go, and she still didn't move a bit.

The priest heard that in this storm, no one died, and almost all the missing people were found in the past few days. Even the fisherman who was thrown into the sea was swept ashore by the current in a coma.

All kinds of incredible coincidences add up, and people can't find other words except miracles.

Under the storm, the entire small town became barren and everything had to be rebuilt. It won’t be long before disaster relief from the imperial city arrives. If luck is very good, the emperor or co-emperors will come to personally inspect it. This small town may pass. live a richer life than before.

The priest looked at the man quietly.

The messenger stroked silently without saying a word.

After a while, the priest stood up and cautiously walked in front of the envoy.

"Unexpectedly...not a single person died."

The priest said awkwardly and blankly,

"What did you...do during this storm?"

No one knows what she did in this storm.

People just saw a madman standing motionless in the storm, and then the waves covered the city, and when the water receded, the man was still there, standing like a church beneath their feet.

The envoy did not squint, and continued:
"I will do whatever God tells me to do."

The priest trembled a little.

Reason told him that this person would not be some kind of messenger, the Patriarch had already warned them through decrees, and they must not believe what this person said.

But... no matter how rationality blocked it, things just happened like that.

The priest couldn't help but asked:

"Why you?"

"Why not?"

The messenger asked back.

The priest trembled more violently,
"It's your word,
it means...

We were all...wrong? "

The messenger didn't say a word, she was still stroking the millennium prophetic book that was denied by the original church.

There was a bang.

The priest's body swayed, and he fell to the ground unacceptably.

Her actions have already given the priest the best answer.

The priest is very clear that countless people are questioning her, and the patriarch of the original church has personally denied her authenticity.

嗏

How do you explain miracles?

And how can you refute miracles?
The priest trembled, and repeated the envoy's sermon in a low voice:

"On that birthday, before the throne, how many liars ... how many ... lied

But who can deceive God...

And who can bargain and shirk mistakes..."

The messenger's gaze slowly descended, and the sunlight came from behind her through the window,

She really came from God...

The priest's voice choked up.

In an instant, there were thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't blurt them out.

Finally, finally,
Only one sentence left,
"I...I repent..."

The messenger stood up slowly,

"Boy,
You will be born again today. "

　Today I changed [-] words (tears)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)