Blasphemy: 5Flying over the mountains
Chapter Five Flying Over the Mountains In the autumn of the northern country, the climate in the south is still very hot. After autumn enters in the South, if the heat becomes sultry, it will often be even worse than in midsummer.
The wind carried a hint of heat, lazily blowing through the streets and alleys of Lille. Large trees that are hundreds of years old are swaying slightly in the wind with their yellowing branches and leaves.
Occasionally, a leaf falls.
The most magnificent building in Lille today is the recently completed St. Paul's Cathedral. This church represents the supreme achievement of Southern architectural art, the most eye-catching of which is the towering church spire. Hundreds of angels with different expressions were prostrate, worshiping and crowding around on the golden spire. Among them stood the gods overlooking all living beings.
At the highest point of the entire church is the Pope's prayer room, where he listens to the oracles of the gods.
At this moment, standing in front of the long floor-to-ceiling windows, the thin and dry figure of the Pope, like a candle in the wind.
The sun has begun to set in the west, and the slightly red sunlight has passed over the Pope's thin body, casting a long shadow on the scarlet carpet.
The door of the prayer room opened, and Augustus, dressed in heavy armor, walked in. He walked toward the Pope, each step taking exactly the same amount of time and covering the same amount of space by any measure.
Under the same sunset, the shadow of Augustus was actually much shorter than the shadow of the Pope.
An invisible wind blew through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A fallen leaf circled in the wind, and finally hit the long French window, bounced back, and was carried away by the wind again.
The wind cannot blow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but behind the window the Pope's robes are fluttering in the wind.
"The wind is picking up..." The Pope seemed to be muttering to himself. Occasionally, he would cough twice.
I don’t know how long it took, but the Pope slowly said: "Augustus, what did you see?"
The Blood Angel replied: "A fallen leaf."
"What else?"
The Blood Angel carefully considered his words and said: "I saw the wind wanting to tear the fallen leaves apart, but in the end it could only send it into the sky."
The Pope nodded, coughed for a while, and then gasped: "You are right. In fact, if there is no wind, the fallen leaves will naturally fall to the ground, and eventually dust will return to dust, and soil will become dust. But the wind is Don’t want to stop..."
Augustus did not answer, he was waiting.
After a long time, the Pope sighed heavily and said: "The wind is getting stronger again, and it seems that winter is coming. Alas, I am already old, and when winter comes, all the problems in my body will appear."
Augustus said cautiously: "Charlie is dead. Maybe we should build another fire for the coming winter."
The pope said slowly: "Even God cannot control all the tributaries of destiny. We are only mortals, how can we control all the changes in the world? Augustus, arrogance is a sin, we must learn to admit failure. ”
The Blood Angel lowered his head and said respectfully: "I have written it down. But the north..."
The Pope said: "The north...let's leave it alone first! It's almost time, we should go to greet the servants of the Lord God."
He stretched out his trembling hand and touched it gently in front of him, and a little ripple appeared on the fingertips like a dead branch. The ripples expanded rapidly and turned into a space gate in an instant.
After the Pope and Blood Angel entered, the space door disappeared.
Behind the space door is a very strange space.
This is a huge palace, a palace bigger than human imagination!
The four walls of the palace are hundreds of meters high and several thousand meters in diameter. There is no roof on the hall, and when you look down, you see nothing but a void, without the sun, moon, blue sky, or endless stars.
Below the hall, there is still a void.
The Pope and the Blood Angel appeared in the center of the hall.
The Pope stepped forward slowly in the void. Under his feet, there seemed to be an invisible layer of ground, supporting the body that had experienced vicissitudes of life.
In the center of the hall are dozens of light cyan crystal tables, arranged in a ring, surrounding a stone altar in the center. On each crystal table lies a person. These people all look very young and have perfect bodies. It's just that they all seemed to have fallen into the deepest sleep, motionless, just sleeping on the crystal platform.
"This time we have prepared sixty bodies. It should be enough, right?" Augustus asked.
The pope smiled slightly and said: "Those who will come this time are all servants of the Lord God. Sixty bodies may not be enough. When you were still in heaven, if you had not looked up to their light, then their You should also have heard of the names. I heard that MGM and Macbeth are coming this time..."
Augustus raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Aren't they the angels who accompany the throne of Furianmir, the **** of order and justice? Why do they also come? Could it be..."
The Blood Angel lowered his voice involuntarily and said, "Is it because of Audreyh?"
The pope coughed violently again, and it took him a long time to calm down. He said intermittently: "The glory of heaven is really too strong for an old man like me. Alas! It is coming this time. I heard that there is an angel of light named Achilles..."
"Achilles!" Hearing this name, even Augustus lost his composure. "Is it him? Why did he come to this world?"
"Achilles..." the pope read in a low voice several times, and then asked lightly: "Is there anything special about him?"
Augustus said: "He...he and Odairekh were born at the same time in the hands of Lord Tiratmis. Since then, Lady Tiratmis has been focusing on perfecting Odairekh, and Achilles From the moment he was born, Si Ze came to other planes to spread the glory of the Supreme God."
After a pause, Augustus's voice was slightly trembling, and he added: "By the time I was reincarnated, Achilles...had brought nearly a hundred planes under the honor of the Supreme God. ..."
The Pope's long eyebrows moved, he was silent for a moment, and then he said calmly: "The time has come, get ready to welcome the three adults."
A flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the void at the top of the hall!
Not long after, another long bolt of lightning crossed the entire void, and then countless small electric lights bloomed in the sky, like fireworks in the sky.
In the infinite void, there seems to be a door quietly opening. Perhaps because the distance was too far, looking up from the hall, one could only see a faint spot of light.
However, the hymn that suddenly fell in the sky showed that it was not an illusion, and that a door had indeed been opened.
That is the sound of the gate to heaven.
Two light spots flew out from the gate of heaven and appeared in the center of the hall in an instant. It can be seen at this moment that these are two faint images of angels. They have four wings on their backs and are completely incorporeal, only a shadow. Despite this, they still exuded an extremely strong sacred aura and the majesty of overlooking everything!
Augustus felt particularly clearly about this majesty, and even his soul trembled and trembled in front of this majesty!
This trembling comes from the huge difference in rank!
Although after reincarnation, the trembling of Augustus's soul towards the high-level angels descending from heaven has weakened a lot. But fear and obedience to superiors have been imprinted in his soul. In this world, although the Blood Angels have successfully broken through the limitations of strength, they have extremely powerful combat power. His combat power is likely to be stronger than the two high-level angels who are about to come, but this imprint on the core of the soul cannot be removed as his strength grows.
The Blood Angel, who looked calm on the surface, was trembling slightly. Only the Pope stood there tremblingly, motionless.
To Augustus, the dying old man still felt like nothingness.
Obviously he was standing there, but as long as Augustus closed his eyes, he would feel that there was nothing in front of him, and there was no living thing at all.
A shrill cry interrupted Augustus's thoughts. He smiled slightly and turned to look. I saw a young woman jumping down from the crystal platform. She grabbed her throat with both hands and staggered forward, often letting out heart-piercing screams.
Those lines of blood flowed from all her facial features, and she looked extremely miserable, but she seemed to be completely unaware of it. She just grabbed her throat desperately with her hands and did not stop until the skin was torn apart and the flesh was rotten.
The last scream was particularly sad. This young woman, this woman covered in blood, had exploded into a ball of blood mist.
In the blood mist, the shadow of the four-winged angel slowly emerged. He was still just a phantom, and the young woman's blood mist could not touch him at all. The two pairs of slowly fluttering light wings are elegant and elegant. Each feather composed of pale golden shimmer is as soft as water waves, rippling in the air.
The four wings of the angel flapped slightly, and the strong holy aura immediately steamed up the blood all around.
He looked around and flew into the body of a young man.
Screams came and went.
"Lord MGM comes for the sixth time, Lord Macbeth comes for the ninth time..." Augustus counted silently in his heart.
Advent is finally over.
After failing sixteen times, MGM finally succeeded in landing in a man's body on the seventeenth time. The body looked tall, handsome, strong, and almost flawless. MGM held out his index finger, a little sacred flame burning on his fingertip. He immediately wrote the laws of heaven in the air, and the beautiful and mysterious words were frozen in the air for a long time, and there was a majestic and deep voice that kept repeating the contents of the laws of heaven.
Not long after, an article on the laws of heaven was finished. It looks like MGM is very happy with her new body.
A moment later, Macbeth also completed his arrival. This is the twenty-fifth body he has tried out. From the appearance, this is a handsome man with a little bit of murderous intent. As a custom after his arrival, he also had to try out the power that his new body could contain and exert.
Macbeth pointed to the sky and the ground, and with a clear shout, a huge pillar of holy light instantly penetrated the endless void above and below the hall!
In the pillar of light, the faces of the gods emerged!
Augustus nodded secretly. The lowest level descending angels only have one chance to try to descend. If they fail, they will be lucky enough to have to return to heaven, return to their most original state, and wait for the recovery of their power. Those who are unfortunate will return to nothingness along with the destruction of their bodies.
MGM and Macbeth actually appeared dozens of times in succession as if nothing had happened. It seemed that if they failed, they could continue to try.
"It's just a pity for these bodies..." Augustus sighed secretly.
These dozens of bodies are enough to easily contain the power of the Archangel. Each one is extremely difficult to find and can be said to be extremely precious. The Church of Light can actually gather so many bodies at once. Its potential power is so huge that it can be said that no other church in the entire continent can compare with it.
It’s just that the power of MGM and Macbeth was still too huge for these bodies, so that one after another the bodies could not bear it and exploded into blood mist.
The main hall is still spotless, and there is no smell of blood. The blood mist on the forty bodies was directly activated by the sacred power of the two high-ranking angels.
The gates of heaven are still not closed, and the Pope and Augustus are still waiting. Even MGM and Macbeth looked up to the sky and waited silently.
A little light lit up at the gate of heaven. It streaked through the void like a meteor and disappeared on the central altar.
The next moment, Achilles has stepped down from the altar. ~IndoMTL.com~ He, indeed he, has stepped down from the altar.
He is of medium build, and all the proportions and lines of his body can only be described as perfect. And the face is of indescribable ice and beauty! Coupled with his graceful bald head, the whole person exudes a hysterical charm.
If he hadn't been completely naked at this moment, Achilles would have been a stunning beauty!
Achilles slowly opened his eyes, which were a pair of bright red eyes with glazed eyes, and the pupils were a pair of golden wings.
He put his hands in front of his eyes and watched silently. This is a delicate hand that can make any woman envious.
His fingers spread out like orchids, and there was a clear cracking sound in the palm of his hand. The small space above the delicate hand has been twisted, torn, and collapsed under the power of Achilles! Achilles smiled faintly, raised his hand, and held this crazy space crack in his hand.
Achilles walked straight to the Pope without even looking at MGM and Macbeth, and asked in his unique, almost gentle voice:
"Where is Audreyh?"