Silent Crown Chapter 812: God

It's like a short light sleep in the afternoon. After waking up, I feel the limbs are soft, as if lying in the clouds, I feel at ease and comfort in my weakness.

Charle opened his eyes and smelled the smell of smoke coming from the corner.

Wolf flute sits on a chair and looks up at him: "How are you resting, Charles?"

"After a nap, I feel refreshed."

Charle stood up from the bed with his arms supported, looked at the dim night outside the window, "Is it night?"

Wolf flute looked at him, his eyes became weird: "A week-long nap, it can be said that it is a long sleep."

One week?

Charles froze for a moment, at a loss, unexpectedly he would suddenly fall asleep for a week. But soon, he heard the noise coming from outside the door, opened the curtains, but saw a crowd of people surging outside the hospital.

I don't know how many people are screaming hard, crowding each other, trying to break through the guards, the noisy voices through the thick glass, it becomes faint and vague.

Charles froze, "What's the matter with them...?"

The wolf flute pinched out the cigarette and lit a new one for himself, with a dull voice: "What you did in Asgard has been passed back to China."

"Really..."

Charle froze for a moment, and then grudgingly laughed: "Is it a lot of trouble for you? Sorry... I didn't expect so many people to hate me."

With a hot brain, I rescued so many people desperately, even if they were the enemies who had inflicted the suffering on the Caucasus. Regardless of the overall situation, the front line was almost defeated...

Thinking of this, Charles somewhat understood the anger of the crowd outside.

Wolf flute shook his head, "It's not annoying, how can I say it? Anyway, it's quite complicated...there are rumors outside that you are dead."

"I don't have one."

The wolf flute didn't speak, but just looked at him with a look that made him hairy.

For a long time, he pinched out the cigarette that hadn't smoked a few puffs and sighed.

"Yes, many people know that you will not die." He said, "They believe that you will rise again after you fall asleep."

He got up and waved to the Shire:

"Come with me."

As soon as the door opened, the corridor was silent.

Everything seems to have stalled.

Charl was wearing slippers, leaning on the wall to walk out of the room, and then saw many stunned eyes. The doctors, nurses and several guards all looked at him dullly, with a look in his eyes... what he couldn't Understand the color.

Along the way, everyone looked at him blankly, stiffly in place, as if watching a huge monster walking down the corridor.

Even if he is so weak and lacks an eye, he is even leaning on the wall to breathe.

The further down, the greater the noise outside, the more suffocating.

That's countless people shouting.

Countless people are rushing forward frantically, trying to break down the fence.

The flames of the torches ignited the dark night, illuminating their faces, either roaring, screaming, or enthusiastically admiring.

Among the countless noisy sounds, someone was roaring, holding scriptures and torches high, and patrolling the crowd, like a sheepdog patrolling the flock. When looking at the hospital, the eyes were hot and scary. .

"Look, you guys, can you feel the compassionate and selfless love?"

The lifted old man yelled at the crowd, "Look, you are so close to the miracle! You mortals are so close to your salvation! The will of the gods works here! The mortals, He is here! Here, He is watching you!!!"

So the crowd roared, waving their hands frantically, roaring, tears streaming down their faces with excitement, and even fainted in excitement and distress.

"Then, confess from the heart! Mortals, have you ever washed your original sins?"

Someone glared at the crowd, as if looking at a group of dirty sinners, roaring: "No, you don't! Tell me, who is responsible for your sins?"

"Son of God! Son of God!"

In the crowd, countless people burst into tears.

Someone knelt on the ground, naked torso, crying bitterly, raising the cane whip, and flogging his back, even if the blood was dripping and the scar was swollen.

"Fanwu, answer me! Who will suffer for you?"

Thousands of screaming and almost hoarse voices overlapped with each other, fanatically praised and repented, screamed or cheered: "I am the Son of God!!"

"——Who is it, if I don’t teach you to die, I will let you live!"

"Son of God!!!"

Some people laughed, some cried, and others thumped their chests, followed the crowd, and roared in response: "It is the savior, the only messenger that God has redeemed for us!"

Charle was stunned.

In the chaos, at the front of the crowd, someone posted

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Scream of surprise.

"Look, he is awake!"

The woman screamed excitedly: "He is back in the world!"

"He, he is looking at me!" The old man turned his head in ecstasy and shouted to the crowd: "He is looking at us!"

The crowd boiled, like a stream of water, enthusiastically impacting the guard's obstruction, time and time again, I don't know how many people wailed in the trampling, and were immediately overwhelmed by the excitement.

Even if there were thousands of soldiers who fought hard to stop them, there were still many fish that slipped through the net and ran to the hospital excitedly.

Even after several levels of interception, several enthusiasts still rushed into the hospital, ignoring the guard's flogging and rushing towards the Shire.

Even if he was crushed on the ground, he still struggled desperately, wriggling on the ground, reaching for Charles's feet with difficulty, and kissing his instep religiously.

It's just the simplest touch, and tears are already streaming down my face.

Charle stretched out his hand subconsciously, but stiffened in place, not knowing what to do.

"Oh my God, son of God! Please bless me!"

The man who was thrown to the ground by the guard shouted fanatically, stretched out his hand, wanted to touch his fingertips, approached little by little, and shouted at him: "I will follow you religiously and follow your dogma, I just hope you can lead me on a straight path and lead me into heaven!"

With all his strength, he was only a short distance from Charles' fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, he was knocked on the head by the guard with a stick, fell into a faint, and was dragged out.

Soon, the gate fell, shutting out the fanatical crowd.

In the silence, only Charles and Wolf Flute were left in the hall.

"Did you see, Charles...you have never been stigmatized for everything you did."

The wolf flute was smoking a cigarette, eyes drooping, "You lost your power, and then... truly became a god."

At this moment, whether it is what the Shire wants or not.

God, the real came to the world.

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In the early morning, Ye Qingxuan heard the voice of Bai Heng in the cage.

"Ye Qingxuan, why do you think God has no body and can't imagine it?"

Ye Qingxuan was expressionless and turned to look at him: "You called me over early in the morning just to discuss theology?"

Bai Heng smiled, "After all, you are the chief judge. If you are with you, naturally you have to ask for help at any time."

"You are a dignified duke anyhow, you don't even have seen "The Holy Book", right?"

"I have read it, but after wasting so much space, I feel that only one sentence was said on it."

Bai Heng yawned and looked over with a smile:

"——Gods are different from humans, aren't they?"

Ye Qingxuan did not speak, but looked at him in silence.

"I think this is probably the contradiction of ‘God’ to humans. Human beings have worked with scheming~IndoMTL.com~ to create a non-existent savior, hoping for redemption in fantasy.

For him, humans may fear, worship, and believe...but humans do not love things that are different from themselves. "

He stretched out his hand, pinched out the incense in the porcelain plate in front of him, and crushed the light between his fingers.

"God has no body, I can't imagine—"

Bai Heng said, "But this is not to show that he is noble and omnipotent than humans, but to prevent humans from killing him."

Ye Qingxuan asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Bai Heng put his hands in his sleeves and smiled: "Just take it as a kind reminder."

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan was indifferent, "I don't see kindness to others from you. How can a person like you care about others?"

"Because you have nothing to do with me, Ye Qingxuan, that's why I like to talk so much with you."

Bai Heng just smiled indifferently, without the slightest anger: "You see, there is always a wonderful fate between us... Back then, I expelled Ye Lanzhou, and now you are going to send me to the jail yourself. 'Cause and effect', your encounter with me may be destined, well, maybe your and my enmity was determined by something long before you were born, isn't it?"

"Haha."

The answer to him was indifferent laughter.

Ye Qingxuan turned and left, ignoring his words again.

Only Bai Heng, sitting in the cage, smiling.

It doesn't seem to be a prisoner, but the majesty of speaking like a public secretary sitting in his car.

"Why should this be, Ye Qingxuan? Put yourself in the position and think about it, I understand your anger-the pain of being killed by someone you cherish."

He stared at Ye Qingxuan's back and whispered softly:

"You will understand me sooner or later."