only god

Chapter 664 May God bless you

Eden froze, like a sleeping water ghost, his whole body was cold, and the air seemed to be still as he stood there.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

In that sarcophagus, the corpse lying there was none other than himself.

The unknown prophet had a face that was almost identical to his. He didn't look like he was dead, but like he was asleep, lying peacefully in the sarcophagus.

"This this…"

Eden's words were slurred, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground. The torch in his hand also dropped and was extinguished. The cold air kept coming, making him miserable.

"Impossible, impossible...an illusion, definitely an illusion!"

Eden tried his best to deny it. He slowly stood up and tried to convince himself,
  "Yes... it's an illusion. Everyone who comes here should not see a different face on the corpse. Yes, it's this kind of illusion."

Although such an idea was really bizarre, Eden finally calmed down after repeated persuasion.

The nameless book is placed quietly on the altar.

Not long ago, Eden had wondered if it was a coincidence.

But now, he is more willing to believe that it is a coincidence.

Eden tremblingly picked up the torch and tried to light it again. For some reason, he failed even after hitting the fire sickle many times.

"hehe…"

The torch was still unable to light, and Eden felt dizzy in his mind, as if something was affecting his thoughts.

He twitched involuntarily, and the cold air invaded his whole body. The scene in front of him slowly became blurred. The red and black were coordinating together, and the blue and purple were not separated from each other.

The surrounding scene became illusory, and the surrounding darkness twisted into a ball like a vortex. The surrounding stone statues seemed to move, surrounding him, lowering their heads, looking at him with reverence and admiration.

Eden's consciousness was constantly confused and distorted. He felt like his head was swelling, as if something was about to explode.

boom.

“Praise be to the name of God, the King of kings.”

A whisper began to come from his ears, and that voice was so similar to his own voice...

“Praise be to the name of God, the King of kings.”

“Praise be to the name of God, the King of kings.”

The sound kept repeating, and Eden felt the pain intensify, and his heart was filled with unspeakable pain.

After a while, Eden's body slowly fell down and lay on the cold ground.

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Temple of Kings.

In this giant king's holy land, Azabel once again climbed to a high place. He was independent and looking at a distant direction.

He is Azabel in the scriptures, the one who listens to the revelation. In the prophecy of the King of Kings, when the judgment comes, he will reach the end of the sky and the sea and fight the great enemy of the King of Kings.

And there is a messenger who will accompany Asabael.

"Once again...I sensed a vision."

Azabel stood alone, seeming to take in all the distant scenery into his eyes.
  "So many visions... Judgment, is it coming?"

The judgment of my king.

The most important prophecy and revelation among the Giant King Sect.

After that time of judgment arrives, the old world will be abandoned and forever sink into misery, and the new world will be born out of thin air and become a paradise for the righteous and good among believers.

All the people who believe in our King are longing for that day to come, and they are all hoping for that day to come. That day will be the day when their faith is confirmed, and the day when the labor in the law will be soothed.

"It is written...that the great enemy is with the messenger."

Azabel muttered to himself and speculated,

"O King of Kings, you are enlightening us. The messenger has been temporarily deceived and deceived. He has not yet recognized you, he has not yet bathed in your glory, and has not known your grace and greatness."

"But I believe that you must have arrangements and great plans. You will give miracles to the messengers, like letting the blind see the light."

Asabael muttered to himself, clasped his hands, lowered his head, and slowly knelt down at this high place, showing his humility and piety.

At the end, he repeated the scripture and said:
  “The prophecies in this scripture will surely be fulfilled.”

perhaps,

it's time to,
  Prepare for the day of decisive battle.

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Eden slowly opened her eyes.

Consciousness gradually returned, and after he felt awake for a while, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"What exactly is going on?!"

"Illusion, yes, it must be an illusion!"

Eden repeated the word "illusion" like a parrot.

After a while, when he finally calmed down again, he asked himself inexplicably:

"What if...it's not an illusion?"

If it weren't for illusion...

This means to yourself…

Will he really become His prophet? !

Eden felt a surge of fear and pain from his soul.

"Lord, what have I done wrong? Why would you give me such an arrangement..."

Eden muttered to himself sadly and painfully, his eyes suddenly lost sight, like a dead person.

After a while, when he really recovered, he comforted himself and said:

"This...this is just a test given to me by the Lord. It is just a test. He will not abandon me."

Thinking of this, Eden let out a breath, knowing that this kind of comfort was empty and powerless.

But he had to comfort himself like this.

He could only...not face these problems head-on, he could only...ignore them and forget about them.

"Where...is this? Did I...come out?"

Looking around, Eden realized that he was no longer in the church, not even in the village.

Surrounded by dense trees, he seemed to be back in the forest before entering the village.

And in his hand, at some point, there was that unknown book.

Realizing this, Eden threw the book away as if it was a hot hand.

After calming down for a while, the priest picked up the classics again.

"Don't be afraid, this is from the Lord...This is not a gift from the King of Kings."

Eden said to himself.

"Now...it's time to go back. I don't know how many days I've been unconscious here."

Looking at his surroundings, Eden knew that he must have been unconscious for a while, and that this period of time was not short, maybe three days or four days.

However, despite being unconscious for so long, Eden didn't feel hungry at all.

Normally, Eden would have marveled at how magical it was, but he couldn't even think about it now.

Eden touched the unknown book in his hand, and then looked back at the dense forest behind him.

He suddenly remembered that the purpose of his trip seemed not to be achieved yet.

"How on earth should we deal with the ghost king embryo..." Eden couldn't help but muttered.

I finally found the remains of the so-called unknown prophet, but in the end I couldn't find a way to deal with the Ghost King's embryo.

"There must be some way..."

With that said, Eden took out a notebook from his bag.

Those were the notes he brought from that village.

Eden sat down, leaning against the trees, and read the notes completely.

The notes record Leben’s research on the Pale Shower over the years.

Although Leben did not give a new way to deal with the evil spirits of paleness, Leben clarified the principles of getting rid of evil spirits in his notes.

As Eden saw in that book before, the heretic Leben believed that the Pale Evil One was caused by multiple twisted souls crowded into one body, and the body was bathed in the pale shower, causing mutations, and finally turned into the Pale Evil One. .

In other words, if you want to solve the problem of evil spirits, the most fundamental way is to start from the soul level.

Moreover, Leben further perfected his theory. He believed that if multiple souls are squeezed into one body for a long time, then each soul will regard this body as its own "home" and take root in the body. As time goes by, the longer it takes root in the body, the deeper the connection between that soul and this body, and the more difficult it is to get rid of it.

"Soul level..."

Eden thought of something.

He quickly opened the nameless book he brought from the nameless village.

He remembered that in the second half of the book, there were some mysteries about the soul recorded.

Eden quickly scanned the second half of the unknown book, frantically searching for key words in the words.

Soon, he found the author of an unknown book about the research on how the same body can accommodate different souls.

As far as Eden knows, there are many people in the world who study how the same body can accommodate different souls. Whether they are priests, priests, or wizards, they have all encountered similar situations. The most common one is ghost possession.

But in this unknown book, the research on this issue is more thorough.

The author of the unknown book proposed that the best way to get rid of a foreign soul that has taken root is to clear the "history" of the soul taking root in the body, and secondly, to clear the soul's memory of the body.

"It's like... erasing the borrowing records in the Imperial Library, but even more thorough."

Eden drew an analogy in his mind.

After reading through the nameless classics and the notes left by Leben, Eden understood how he should deal with the Ghost King embryo.

In the unnamed classics, there are records of how to clear the "memory" of the soul rooted in the body, but there is no record of how to clear the "history" of the soul rooted in the body. The latter requires a corresponding path of divine creation.

"It doesn't seem difficult... Even if you can't get rid of the twisted soul of the Ghost King embryo, you can still weaken the Ghost King embryo."

Eden thought so,
  "We must take advantage of this period to collect relevant materials and more information about the Pale Shower."

After packing up the two books, Eden walked silently out of the forest.

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Eden walked out of the dense forest, and the small town reappeared in front of him. The priest looked at this small town from a distance. It was named after the suspected relics of the prophet were discovered. Decades ago, countless people approached the dense forest. Among them, everyone tried to find the remains of the unknown prophet, but they all came back empty-handed. After the wave receded, not many people still remembered the name of this town.

Seeing this town, Eden once again thought of the so-called unknown prophet.

Eden walked slowly down the hillside. He didn't feel any excitement in his heart. Instead, he was worried and had mixed emotions.

What he saw in that sarcophagus was something the priest could never forget no matter what.

It was a face that was almost identical to his.

Along the way, Eden had various adventures, some dangerous and easy, some surprising and some terrifying. No matter what he encountered, he came through it all.

He attributed it to the Lord's protection, but now, he was a little unsure...

Does this kind of protection come from the Lord, or from the King of Kings that the pagans call us?

Eden walked back to this town like a ghost, and his thoughts became complicated and confusing again.

"Oh, maester, bless you."

Unknowingly, when I walked to the farmland, a blessing came from the wheat field.

Eden raised his head and saw the farmer. It was the farmer who originally stayed there but kicked him out for some reason.

"May you also be blessed. How are your two sons?"

Eden asked casually.

"They are still at home and have been there for almost half a month."

More than half a month?
  In other words, I was not only unconscious in the forest for three or four days, but actually seven or eight days?
  "Well, it turns out I've been gone for so long."

"Maester, did you...find anything on the mountain?"

The farmer asked, looking in the direction he came from.

"No, nothing. I'm lost in there."

Eden answered quickly, as if stung by a bee.

The farmer looked dejected and muttered: I knew the legend was false.

"What happened to the mute old man?"

Eden didn't want to talk more about this, so he changed the subject.

"Oh, you mean that mute old man?"

The farmer pursed his lips and pointed to the vicinity of the Lecture Hall.
  "He died a long time ago. The officiant took his body and buried him."

"what?"

"He died and is no longer there. I don't know where his soul went. Maybe it went to the earth? He has been annoying the officiant, but maybe the King of Kings took pity on him and let him go to heaven. Anyway, He is no longer alive.”

The farmer's voice was very calm and a little indifferent,

"I heard that in the days before his death, he had been standing at the door. No one knew why he was standing there. He might have believed in some legends and was waiting for some angel to greet him. But in the end, everyone knew that the angel did not come. He died alone..."

Before the farmer finished speaking, Eden stepped straight across the farmland and hurried towards the mute old man's house.

Not long after, Eden saw the house standing on the ground. It stood on the edge of the town, far away from the town. The walls were peeling off, old and dilapidated. When the breeze at dusk passed by, the windows It also made a squeaking sound.

Eden stood silently.

He used the bad luck coin, lost his luck, and the farmers kicked him out. He had to walk half of the town, his feet were almost blistered, but he couldn't even find a place to stay.

It was the old man who picked up the crumbs of his bread who received him. He didn't want his own money, but only wanted to read the scriptures by himself.

I stayed there for many days and read scriptures to the old man every day. I still remember that when the story of Jaresto and Tertullian was told, the old man kept crying.

But that day, the old man kicked him out. He thought that the old man had discovered that he was reading scriptures from the true religion.

But thinking about it now, the reason why he drove himself away was probably because he knew that time was running out, and the reason why he was walking back and forth like this was probably because he felt uncomfortable.

Eden slowly walked closer, stroking the cracked wooden pillar in the middle, as if he could see a frail old man leaning against the doorpost, silently raising his face, looking in a certain direction.

No one knew what he was looking at. The farmer said that the old man was placing his hope in a mythical legend and waiting for the arrival of an angel.

As dusk fell and the sky turned yellow, Eden, a former priest, knew that when he saw fear, he begged for love. After experiencing the harsh winter, you will look forward to the arrival of spring.

I told him the scriptures about love.

Maybe...he is really waiting for the angel,

Or maybe... under the eaves, there was a mute old man, leaning against the door and window, standing silently and directly in the direction he was leaving. He didn't notice or doubt it. He just tried to say to himself before passing away quietly:

Bless you and goodbye.

The breeze blows across the earth at dusk, and the branches and leaves of the forest rustle. The past has passed away and is buried in the soil. Who has ever clearly calculated how many cold winters a person will experience while living in the world, and how many springs he will encounter.

Now, he no longer has to listen to any scriptures, and he no longer has to seek any comfort, because there is a kind of power that has taken over his soul.

Eden stood absentmindedly and murmured in a low voice:

"May you also be blessed..."

No matter what, it's time to leave, it's time to say blessings to each other, and it's time to say goodbye.

(End of this chapter)