Blasphemy: About the first time
The sunset has completed its mission for the day, but it is struggling and beating, never willing to fall below the horizon. He just put half of his red face at the junction of the ice field and the sky, as if he was a child who was eager to watch the fun, trying hard to see the result of the fierce battle on the earth.
Afterglow, fire clouds, half of the sky is burning bright red, it looks like a chariot of the gods is patrolling the earth carrying blazing fire.
The endless ice fields are like a vast golden blanket stretching between the sky and the earth, and the rolling mountains are like golden thread patterns embellished on them.
In the sky and on the earth, half of the world is frozen and vast, and the other half is boiling red. The color that is more shocking than the crimson color rendered by the setting sun is the dark red flowing on the earth.
The huge two-handed sword fell diagonally, cutting the body in front of him into two pieces with difficulty. This attack was skillful, but lacked power. It relied more on the weight of the giant sword to complete the killing. However, the quality of the two-handed giant sword is indeed outstanding. After kissing countless ribs and flesh, the blade is as sharp as new.
After the victim in front of him fell, the two-handed giant sword could no longer find a new target for a while. The hands holding it lost their sharpness and became weak and weak for a while.
The heavy two-handed sword fell on the ground that was constantly flowing with sticky liquid, and sank in easily, reaching a depth of more than half a meter before stopping unwillingly.
Ate was covered in blood, holding on to the hilt of the sword with both hands, breathing heavily. This tall magic swordsman has exhausted his fighting spirit, magic power, and even has little physical strength left. His gorgeous armor was dripping with blood all the time, and it was hard to tell whether it was from the enemy, his comrades, or himself.
He was injured, but they were minor injuries and nothing serious at all.
A high-pitched roar suddenly came from next to Etter, and a boy who looked like he had just reached the stage of changing his voice brandished a sword that was almost as long as his height and rushed towards him viciously.
Et sighed, and pulled out the dagger from his waist with his backhand. He turned his upper body slightly to one side to avoid the boy's full chop, and the dagger in his hand simultaneously wiped away his throat. In fact, the boy's soft sword couldn't cut through Etter's magic armor at all, but Etter's armor was very expensive and he didn't want to be scratched casually.
The boy fell down weakly, and only then did Aite see that his back was already **** and bloody, and even his ribs could be seen under the broken clothes. After being so seriously injured, he could still charge at Et?
The magic swordsman's heart moved slightly. But he has seen too many scenes like this today, and at most he is just excited. Most of the followers of the Silver Holy Cult are civilians who have not received any military training. They only rely on their faith, blood, and regular troops to fight with weapons to the teeth. Although the number of Holy Cult believers is several times greater than that of Duke Arei, no matter how large the flock is when it encounters a wolf, it will only be slaughtered.
The only ones that can cause little trouble to the public team are the Snow Palace Warriors and Ice and Snow Mage. The Redbud Butterfly leads elite soldiers to respond up and down to the Kuangxin Mage on the mountain, attacking from both sides. The Snow Palace Warriors and Ice Mage seemed to focus all their attention on attacking Mount Auburn, with almost no capable people appearing on the fringes.
The task of the squadron where Eter belongs is to face the ordinary believers who come in waves like a tide. He has been slaughtering them with his sword from early morning until dusk. It turns out that it is so easy to seize a fragile life. For the magic swordsman, there is no need for any skills, just keep swinging the sword. But killing one hundred thousand believers turned out to be such a long process. He almost exhausted all his strength, but at a glance, the believers of the holy religion were still densely packed.
Aite shook his head to wipe away the sweat that was dripping into his eyes, and looked back. On the other side of the battlefield, the slightly heroic figure stood on a horse, commanding calmly. Redbud Butterfly is always surrounded by hundreds of light cavalry to deal with emergencies on the battlefield. These light cavalry will attack a certain direction on the battlefield at any time according to her instructions, and she will gather other cavalry as a reserve for the entire army.
Seeing the figure of the Redbud Butterfly, the magic swordsman suddenly gained some strength out of thin air. He called his men and surrounded a group of Holy Cult believers not far away.
On the top of Auburn Mountain, when the public team arrived, Mora slowly walked up to the altar, crossed his arms and pressed them on his chest, and then kept praying in that position with his eyes closed. The milky white halo that enveloped her whole body once again bloomed with soft divine light, supporting the fanatical mage and the remaining believers in their brave battle.
The last ray of sunset fell on Maura's closed eyes. Her eyelashes jumped and she slowly opened her eyes. The already overflowing holy light burst out with more and more intense light as her eyes opened. Later, it seemed like a new sun was rising on the top of Mount Auburn!
The two sides fighting at the risk of their lives involuntarily slowed down the pace of attacking each other. They looked at the holy light in the sky as strong as the blazing sun in disbelief. No one can clearly see the figure in the holy light. Even if they look directly at it for a little longer, their eyes will feel as if they are being burned.
But everyone under Mount Auburn knew that the person in that ball of holy light must be Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom. So there is a difference in the eyes looking up at the sky, one is fanaticism, the other is despair.
"The goddess said, forgive our enemies, because they are just a group of lost lambs." Mora's soft voice sounded in everyone's heart. Not only the soldiers of the Principality of Are, but also the remaining believers of the Silver Holy Religion can also hear this sweet voice.
The holy light of Mora spread over the top of the mountain, rushing down the mountain like a waterfall, scouring the steep and precipitous Auburn Mountain. Wherever the holy light passed, the dark red ice became clear and transparent again, and the deep The corpses buried under the ice and snow were revealed one by one, and the remaining blood turned into clear springs to wash away the gunpowder smoke on their clothes and skin, and then seeped into the soil. The dead lay there as peacefully as if they were sleeping. Mount Auburn, piled with blood and corpses like a **** on earth, gradually returned to its true colors.
Faced with this almost miraculous scene, a warrior from the Duke of Are suddenly dropped his sword, with tears streaming down his face, he knelt down and fell to the ground, completely ignoring that his enemy was standing just a short distance away and had already killed him. Raise the curled battle ax high. Behind them, more soldiers from the principality knelt down devoutly and kissed the ground with their foreheads. Otherwise, they could not express their respect.
"All hatred stems from ignorance. Our enemies believe, but what they worship is only a distorted projection of the real gods. They hate because of their faith. But they don't know that hatred is not the original intention of the gods. They wielded swords due to misunderstanding and chose wrong targets due to ignorance. They believed and worked hard for their beliefs, but all their efforts only hurt their true God."
Maura's voice was pleasant and soft, and it was supposed to be warm, but in fact it was as cold as ice. At this moment, she was just like those gods who looked at life in the world indifferently.
Everyone has an illusion that at this moment, Mora has become the incarnation of the goddess!
The followers of the Silver Holy Cult were also stunned by Mora's words. The weapons in their hands dropped one by one, and they did not take the opportunity to attack the soldiers of the Arei Principality who were all kneeling on the ground. In fact, they have been just defending themselves, barely prolonging their lives that are destined to be destroyed. Their exhausted bodies and spirits have reached their limit. Since the slaughtering enemies have temporarily stopped their butchering knives, they no longer have to resist and struggle for the time being.
What's more, Mora's words also shocked them, almost subverting all their previous understandings. Like lost lambs, they turned to the ice mage and the priest for help. But the surviving ice mages and priests were just as hesitant as the believers, and their lifelong study of theological knowledge could not tell them why Mora's words rang directly in their hearts.
Their faith is so devout that they have even reached the level of blind believers. They understand the knowledge of magic and faith, but they cannot explain why Mora, the saint of the heretic goddess, can directly shock their souls. There is only one explanation for this phenomenon in the classics of the Silver Holy Cult, and it is also a common sense known to almost all believers, that is, when the believers' beliefs are pious enough, their souls can directly hear the goddess of ice and snow or her gods. The voice of the servant.
But why did they hear Mora's voice? Is she also related to the goddess of ice and snow? This is incredible.
"The goddess said that hatred has ended and mistakes should be ended. The goddess of ice and snow has awakened from her long sleep, and her oracle will come soon, and the true devout will be able to hear the voice of the goddess of ice and snow."
The followers of the Silver Holy Cult looked at each other in shock and confusion. Reason told them that they should not believe the words of this heretical saint, but they could not refuse the words that directly faced their hearts. Every word of Mora is impacting these most devout believers, who can hardly suppress their desire for the goddess's oracle. Who among them will be lucky enough to hear the voice of the goddess?
"The war is over, so go back, blind believers of the Ice and Snow Goddess! You should take a bath, wait for the new oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and follow her guidance."
At this time, the indifference that only belonged to God in Mora's voice had disappeared, but was as warm as the fire in a country house on a winter night, and even had a hint of kindness: "The oracle of the goddess of ice and snow will arrive soon. . Followers of the Silver Holy Religion, your beliefs are as pious as mine. People who devoutly believe in the true God should not kill each other. I will return your companions to you, because they are also my companions. , faith has connected us."
Mora, shrouded in holy light, landed on the top of Auburn Mountain. She descended the mountain step by step. Along the way, all the Silver Holy Cult believers involuntarily made way for her.
Behind Mora, the surviving fanatical mages and Eye of Wisdom believers supported each other and followed their saint down Mount Auburn. The dozens of Silver Holy Cult believers who were imprisoned on the top of Auburn Mountain have been released and are coming down the mountain.
Mora walked straight through the battlefield filled with blood, severed limbs, broken flesh and corpses, heading north. Her face was holy and ethereal, and she walked as if she were floating. Wherever the flowing holy light shone, all the blood turned into clear springs.
Following the footsteps of the saint, a clean road gradually stretches out in the center of the battlefield in purgatory!
The surviving believers of the Eye of Wisdom and the fanatical mages who were covered in wounds also embarked on the road of faith, staggering but firmly following Mora to the north.
"Where will she lead us?" This is a question that arises in everyone's mind at the same time, but it is subsequently overwhelmed by the unreserved belief and following of the true God.
"It's finally over..." Aite has never had any respect for God. He wiped away the tears and blood on his face and looked at the other end of the battlefield.
He looked at the redbud butterfly, and the redbud butterfly looked towards the north.
Redbud Butterfly's face is hidden under the helmet, and no expression can be seen. But the lines of her exposed lips remained firm. She sheathed her long sword, raised her right hand high to summon her soldiers, and then led the reorganized army to roll westward towards the Principality of Arei.
At this time, there are less than 20,000 followers of the 100,000-silver Holy Religion surviving. They silently watched Mora gradually heading north, not rejoicing that they had narrowly escaped the massacre. There were waves of turmoil in their hearts at this moment, just because of Maura's words.
Have their beliefs really deviated from the track of truth? Can these most devout, ordinary, and nothing special believers really be able to directly hear the voice of the Ice and Snow Goddess?
The expressions of the dozens of Silver Holy Cult believers who survived Mount Auburn suddenly changed. They were trembling all over, and a mixture of surprise, excitement, and ecstasy appeared on their faces. They even suspected that they were delusional, so they looked around to see if they could see anything on their companions' faces.
Fortunately, this was not their hallucination.
The old priests of the Silver Holy Cult stood out from the crowd and rushed towards Mora's path of faith. However, in just a moment, Mora was not walking very fast, and many of the believers who followed her were seriously injured. But at this moment, the smooth road of faith has extended into the distance. At the end of the road, there is only the holy light rising like mist, and there is no one left.
The old priest stopped slumped and knelt on the ground. Behind him are dozens of ice and snow mages and priests with keen senses and devout beliefs, as well as many ordinary believers. At this moment, these people who originally thought their identities were very different stood together regardless of their status.
They suddenly knelt down in the direction where Maura disappeared, praying loudly, begging her for forgiveness. Then, hundreds more believers rushed out from the surviving Silver Saints and joined them.
A respected old believer was surprised. He picked up a believer and asked him why he worshiped the heretic saint. The believer stared back at him, his voice already out of tune due to excitement: "Just now...I heard the voice of the goddess! I can actually hear the voice of the greatest ice and snow goddess!...The goddess said, Mora is not only She is the saint with the eye of wisdom, and she is also the servant of God who walks in this world!"
"Female? Goddess..." The old man stuttered due to this sudden change. "Really...really?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized the danger was coming.
The believer's eyes widened with bloodshot eyes, full of anger, he broke away from the grabbing hand, and waved his hands excitedly: "Witness with my soul! Witness with my life! Witness with my faith! That is the voice of the goddess! The great goddess of ice and snow! Okay, you don’t have to believe me, but look at the great priest!"
The surrounding believers who were prostrate on the ground also noticed the dispute here. They raised their heads one by one and showed the old man a ferocious look like a poisonous snake, looking at the blasphemer.
On the far Arctic Ocean, the long coastline is peaceful and quiet.
On a tall ice peak, a figure suddenly appeared.
Her face was covered with wrinkles, and her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. The corners of her drooping mouth were almost parallel to the bridge of her falcon-like nose, and bloodshot eyes continued to flow from her nose, making her look ferocious and sad. Her messy white hair was like steel wires, swaying with the howling cold wind.
Jima stood on the top of the ice cliff, staring at the vast ice ocean. Thick ice caps extend from under the ice cliffs into the mist in the distance. A look of despair suddenly passed over Jima's already old face. She coughed violently and spit out several mouthfuls of **** phlegm.
However, the coughing seemed to be endless, and Jima's strength also continued to decline with the coughing. Even the strong wind was somewhat unable to resist, and she was teetering, as if she might fall off the ice cliff at any time.
She tremblingly took out a dagger from her arms and stabbed her leg hard, closing her eyes and trembling. After a while, Gemma's face began to glow with a strange red light again, and her old body straightened up again.
Although Gemma's strength has recovered, her will has collapsed!
She fell on the edge of the ice cliff, and stretched out a trembling hand toward the depths of the ice ocean, as if to grab something.
"The greatest goddess..." Jima's call is like the cry of a night owl, shrill and piercing, making your heart cry, but can that being hear it?
"I have told you a long time ago that the Ice and Snow Goddess cannot escape the fate of extinction this time, but you still refuse to believe it. Now the Ice and Snow Goddess's power has begun to decline, right? How can you just rely on a dagger? How long do you want to hold on?" A soft and sweet voice came from behind Jima.
Jima suddenly jumped up from the ice, like an angry lioness, and screamed: "No! The great ice and snow goddess just fell asleep again! She must have eliminated all the blasphemers, so she Will fall asleep again, that’s for sure!”
Froya was wrapped in pure white fur and was standing pretty behind Jima. The little goblin trembled slightly in the cold wind, and the tip of her straight nose was slightly red from the cold.
She looked at Gemma and sneered: "You must know the reason why a **** falls into a deep sleep better than me. As for whether those blasphemers were destroyed by the goddess of ice and snow, let's go back to Richelieu and see. Isn’t that enough? I heard that you have been a magician for decades, how come you have learned to deceive yourself now? The goddess of ice and snow has died, which proves that your belief is wrong, why should you cling to it? ?"
"Shut up!" Gemma's eyes turned blood red, and she slapped Froya **** the face, knocking her to the ground!
Froya struggled to get up from the ice and snow, and wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth with her delicate hands. She stared at Jima with a pair of green eyes, and just sneered disdainfully.
Jima looked at Froya, her hands still shaking. The little goblin's beautiful face was gradually swelling, and there was a red palm print on it.
"Dear magician Gemma, what are you feeling guilty about? Since I have fallen into your hands, you can kill me if you want. Even if you kill me, you will not be able to save the Silver Holy Religion or change it. The fact that the Ice and Snow Goddess has been destroyed." The little goblin said coldly.
Blood began to pour out of the corners of Gemma's drooping mouth again, and her red eyes stared at Froya.
Standing tall on the top of a thousand-meter ice peak, Froya is graceful and unparalleled in beauty. The little drop of bright red blood hanging on her lips did not detract from her beauty at all, but instead made her even more miserable.
Jima said solemnly: "Gods will not be destroyed by mortals! No matter how powerful Rogge and those blasphemers~IndoMTL.com~ can do, the most they can do is steal a little of the goddess's divine power. The most they can do They can become a false **** through this, but the kingdom of the true **** is beyond the reach of their dirty hands! Now that I know the place where the ice and snow goddess sleeps, as long as I get back the goddess's power, the great ice and snow goddess will When you wake up from a long sleep, the Silver Holy Cult will also revive! Hum, I will use your life to exchange the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess with Rogge. You'd better pray that he loves you enough!"
Froya was startled, then laughed wildly, and the clear laughter echoed under the ice peak: "You want to use me in exchange for the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess? Haha! You don't understand that **** fat guy! You I don’t even think about it, how can someone who can destroy your Silver Holy Cult hand over the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess for a **** woman? But just try, let alone trade me for divine power, you just want to get it from him If you randomly change a magical weapon in the room, he will definitely not do it! Haha!"
She smiled wildly, but unknowingly, a crystal drop of water crawled out of the corner of her eye.
"Shut up!" Jima raised her hand again. The little goblin glanced at her sideways, turned his head, and presented the other side of his intact face.
Jima's hands were shaking and her lips were blue with anger, but the slap did not go down after all. She grabbed Froya, chanted a spell, and flew all the way to the southeast.