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Chapter 602 Who is showing miracles?

Eden was escorted back to the cell. Seeing that he was safe, the other True believers in the prison breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing everyone's gaze, Eden breathed out, blessed everyone, and said many words of relief. The priest's words injected great power into these true believers.

But when he turned his head, Eden showed a worried expression.

"Damn...why haven't I gone back to the past?"

Eden tightened his grip on the stone pendant around his neck and cursed involuntarily.

He stayed here for three days and even doubted that he would never be able to go back to the past and return to his original world.

If we can't go back to the past, how can we change the future? The true believers here will all shed their blood. The local ruler is not afraid of blood the most. He even regards the blood of the true believers as a gift to our king. The King's Sacrifice.

The reason why these true believers are still alive now is just to persuade them to surrender.

Eden leaned against the wall. He kept reciting scriptures and praying to God.

Then, in the vast darkness of the night, the true believers noticed Eden's prayer. One by one, they closed their eyes silently, followed him, and recited scriptures in a low voice. They gathered around, clasped their hands, Praying together, hundreds of tiny voices gathered together and turned into a wave of faith in the blink of an eye. The dark clouds in the dark night seemed to be pushed away, and the dark cells seemed to have big holes, and the holy light poured in.

The pagan soldiers on guard were alerted by the incessant prayers of the true believers. They held torches and shouted at the true believers. They also beat the cells and threatened them with punishment or death, but no matter what the pagan soldiers did , cannot prevent true believers from joining the army of prayer. What can kill the body cannot kill the spirit.

The ground was cold, the walls were cold, and darkness filled the air. The true believers prayed for nearly an hour before slowly stopping. At this time, the sky was so dark that they could not see their fingers, and the light of the torch became faint. Who could No one could be seen clearly, everything became peaceful and silent, as if it was a cemetery visited by the God of Death.

In this peaceful and silent environment, no matter what happens, no one will care anymore and it will be difficult for anyone to notice.

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In recognition of Father Bruce's achievements, the local Arlotta rewarded him with an additional hundred gold coins. In this pagan country, it was enough to buy a dozen good slaves. Due to the teachings of the Giant King Cult, these slaves were not giants. Wang believers, but from other faiths, even if some of them want to get rid of their slave status by converting, they are not allowed and recognized by local laws.

The sun shone brightly on the earth as promised. Under the service of the servant, Father Bruce changed his clothes. This time, he was dressed very simply.

He did this deliberately, just to bring him closer to Eden so as to convince the stubborn priest.

Father Bruce prayed before leaving. He looked very sincere from a distance, like a knowledgeable and kind priest. No one would have thought that this man had betrayed God's people.

"Master Bruce, Arlotta ordered me to ask you, how many days will it take to persuade that stupid priest?"

Just as Father Bruce was about to go out, Arlotta's messenger arrived.

"It won't take long, within a week, he will be serving us."

Father Bruce replied.

Arota's messenger looked suspicious and said:

"I heard...he doesn't have enough food and salt..."

Before he finished speaking, Father Bruce interrupted:
“There is no one in the world who is truly insufferable.

I have seen many people like this in seminary.

He is still young and does not understand the preciousness of life. He has not experienced the butcher's knife and wind and rain. He thinks that sacrifice is enough to glorify the gods, but he does not know that he only has passion.

Believe me, I know how to deal with this kind of person, he has too many weaknesses. "

Father Bruce's solemn words made Arlotta's messenger very satisfied.

"Master Bruce, Arota has great trust in you. You should know what an honor this is for a stupid person."

Father Bruce heard this and replied:
"I will not live up to this honor. Just believe me, I have seen more of such priests and heard more of them. They will eventually serve you.

I guarantee that there will only be more and more priests like me, who are working for you one after another. After all, everyone can see who is performing the miracles. "The compliments of Father Bruce made Arlotta's messenger very satisfied. He had already decided to go back and say a few good words for Bruce in front of Arlotta.

After saying goodbye, Father Bruce walked towards the city prison. As he walked, he recalled his compliments and couldn't help but admire his own wisdom.

"Especially the sentence 'After all, everyone can see who is showing the miracle.' This sentence, even if it is paraphrased, is enough to poke into Arota's heart. God, I can actually say it. In this sentence, thank you for the inspiration you gave me.”

Father Bruce was grateful for God’s arrangement,

"But... thanking God like this... isn't it a little too shameless?"

Father Bruce thought this and felt a little panicked for no reason.

Maybe it was his old beliefs that played a role, or maybe he still had some dignity and face left, and a trace of shame welled up in his heart.

But soon, as the prison approached, he threw away this little bit of shame.

"Being shameless, what is shameless? Does telling the truth mean being shameless? No, that is called integrity.

I didn’t say anything wrong. Pagan gods have shown many miracles on the earth, and their scriptures are written one after another, but what about us?It would be nice to collect the lost scriptures from the past.

What I said is not only correct, but also absolutely right. Try to think about it, if the gods of paganism did not show miracles, then why is it that paganism is winning steadily, and the guardian of the world of true religion - Dansche Are you losing ground? "

Thinking of this, Father Bruce felt inspired and said softly:

"In this day and age, we no longer have miracles."

The morning light shone on the earth, and Father Bruce confidently stepped into the prison. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw that the entire prison was in chaos, with chickens and dogs jumping around.

"Call the warden. What's going on?! What's happening here?"

Father Bruce ordered in confusion.

For some reason, Bruce felt a little uneasy.

"He's gone! He's gone suddenly!"

screamed a pagan soldier.

Father Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then his cold hair suddenly stood on end. Even though he was standing under the morning light, his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, facing the never-ending cold.

He raised his feet in panic, roughly pushed away the pagan soldiers blocking his way, and almost charged into the prison, his lips trembling as if he was begging helplessly.

The priest who betrayed everyone came to the cell. He was about to grab the cell door, but found that the priest had disappeared and the whole cell was empty.

"Disappeared...disappeared out of thin air?!"

Father Bruce's eyes widened, his abdomen tightened, and he murmured in great astonishment.

The cell was empty, and no matter how many people turned the place upside down, there was no sign of Iden. The pagans pulled out several true believers and tried to force something out of them, but nothing could be found out.

Everyone among the pagans believed that Iden had escaped through tunnels, prison raids, etc.

Only Father Bruce stood in front of the cell door almost all morning, as if a wonderful and sacred scene came into his practice, leaving him stunned.

The priest's mouth was wide open and his eyes were wide open. The look on his face was painful and tortured, as if he was experiencing the fear of liver and gallbladder splitting. His ten fingers were trembling. Slowly, he knelt down as if exhausted. He kept shouting:

"Disappeared...disappeared out of thin air?!
Really disappeared...

Just like...just like...Prophet Sealand? ! "

(End of this chapter)