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In a dark room.
A young man suddenly woke up with a scream. His whole body was dripping with cold sweat. There were traces of tears on the bed. His palm was pierced by his fingertips because of excessive force. Drops of blood dripped down his fingers.
"Devil! … … "
He held his head in pain, knocked his forehead fiercely, and murmured: "Why would I dream of something like a devil?"
There were sounds of insects all around.
The young man pushed the door open and went out. This was a small manor. It seemed that his family was very well off. He stood in the moonlight wearing a thin shirt. The weather was a little cold at this time, but he didn't seem to care at all. The young man stood outside and took a deep breath to calm down. Only then did he calm down a little.
"Huh?"
He looked down at his palm. He didn't know when the wound on his palm had healed. The blood cut by his fingernails had now become very shallow. He seemed to be in disbelief. He raised his palm and observed it under the moonlight. Only then did he confirm that the wound was almost healed. If he looked carefully, he could even see the marks slowly disappearing little by little.
"How is this possible?" He looked at himself with a face full of surprise. He suddenly found that he could see things in the Night. Although he could see more or less before, it was definitely not as clear as now.
He looked around in disbelief and murmured: "What's wrong with me? What happened? "
… … …
In a secluded monastery.
A woman's muffled scream came from the room, and the door was suddenly knocked open. Then, a middle-aged nun rushed in. She raised her hand and chanted a spell, and a faint light appeared on her fingertips. She looked at the girl in front of her with some worry. The girl was wearing very ordinary linen clothes and looked very delicate and pretty. At the moment, she was holding her head in pain, and her expression was somewhat distorted.
"Ariana. What happened to you? "
The old nun reached out and hugged the girl in front of her. She kept shaking her, trying to wake her up, but the girl still seemed to be in a nightmare. Her face was getting paler and paler.
— "Protect from evil!"
The old nun quickly cast a spell, and a holy light appeared and enveloped the young girl's body. The young girl's expression became calmer, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
She cried out in fear and threw herself into the arms of the old nun, sobbing: "Mother Isalo. I … I just … saw the demon again! … "
The old nun held her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and pray to Lady Silvermoon."
"The Goddess will protect her believers!"
The girl trembled as she stood up, kneeled on the bed and began to pray. As she prayed, little bits of holy light appeared, and the divine power of the monastery began to converge on her body. The girl's fearful expression became calmer and calmer. This was a monastery that worshipped the Lady of Silvermoon. Ever since the Lady of Silvermoon took control of a part of the priesthood to protect women, many of these monasteries, made up entirely of nuns, had thrown themselves into the embrace of the Lady of Silvermoon.
The church of the Lady of Silvermoon had undergone a lot of changes over the years. The number of female priests among the believers was increasing, and the church gradually regarded women as a symbol of motherhood and the source of women's power. Women began to play a very important role in many rituals. This meant that the Lady of Silvermoon was likely to involve more priesthoods because there were many priesthoods that extended from women, women, and nursing. If the Lady of Silvermoon integrated these priesthoods, it was very likely that she would regain her divine power.
The holy light gradually dissipated.
The girl finally stood up calmly. She glanced at the old nun in front of her and whispered: "I can't get rid of the demons in my heart. They are making me more and more afraid. Mother Isalo! Is it because my faith in the Lady of Silvermoon is not firm enough? "
The old nun reached out and hugged her, patted her back gently, and said slowly: "My dear Ariana, you are definitely the most devout believer of the Goddess. Please believe me, the Goddess will never allow the demons to hurt you. She has been watching you. "
"She loves you as if you were her own daughter!"
… … …
In the dark basement, in the small village in the wilderness, in the silent castle, similar scenes kept happening. That night, many people woke up from their nightmares. When they opened their eyes, the whole world had changed.
In a gloomy canyon, a bewitching man stood under the moonlight. He stared into the distance with a strange smile on his face as he murmured, "My dear brothers and sisters! You have finally woken up! "
"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
His figure flew out and directly jumped down from the cliff that was dozens of meters high. Then his figure gradually blurred and flew into the distance.
… … …
In a place further north than the far north.
There were glaciers and mountains all around, and the sea could be seen in the distance. However, it was completely frozen in this season. In this snowy country where there were few people, a tall tower stood in the middle of the sky. Its height was beyond the estimation of mortals. Even if Søren was here, he would have doubted that the technological civilization of the interstellar era could build such a strange yet stable tower that stood in the cold for thousands of years without any damage.
"Teacher."
A handsome young man came to the top of the tower. This was an ancient astrology platform. He stood respectfully at the back and said softly: "The believers of the Dread Lord have begun to spread chaos and fear. They have awakened the Son of God in advance. Should we do something now?"
An old man with white hair and a beard turned around. He was wearing a gray wizard robe, and his white beard almost touched the ground. He glanced at the apprentice behind him and slowly said: "Miadoord, you must always remember that we are observers. Our mission is to observe the changes in this world, not to interfere."
The handsome young man seemed to be hesitant. He struggled for a while before refuting: "But teacher, if we don't interfere, the Dread Lord will use the bodies of his children to resurrect. Then the world will be shrouded in the shadow of fear again. This is a powerful demon god. If we miss this opportunity, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have another chance to make him fall in the future. "
The old man sighed softly and slowly said: "Miadoord, you must remember that we are neutral. We are neither righteous nor evil. Only then will the gods allow us to continue existing. "
"Moreover, it is not that easy to resurrect a god."
The handsome young man seemed to be unconvinced. He whispered: "Then why did the God of Tyranny succeed?"
The old man seemed to be helpless. He looked at the disciple in front of him and said slowly, "Many conditions have to be met for the gods to be resurrected. The bodies of mortals can't bear their power, even if these people are their descendants. Therefore, they will extract their divine power before they resurrect and gradually distribute it to their children. The stronger the divine power, the more children they need to share it with. After they die, this divine power will gradually gather. Many of the children they leave behind will fight and kill for the sake of power. "
"In the end, the number of children with divine power will decrease, and the remaining children will become more and more powerful."
"Powerful children and the gathered divine power are only part of the resurrection of a god. The most important thing is the power of faith. All divine power is generated by the conversion of faith from the priesthood. The most important part is the control of the power of faith. The body of the Son of God has the divine power brought about by the priesthood, but they are not the gods that the believers believe in and pray to. If the believers are still praying to the original god, then the will of the Son of God can rely on the faith to gather the divine power in the body. He lurks in the body of the Son of God for a long time, using the power of faith to repair his soul, and finally completely take back the power that the Son of God inherited. "
"Therefore, the resurrection of the God of Massacre failed. Because his chief priest betrayed him, his believers stopped praying to him."
"But the God of Tyranny was resurrected because his believers still maintained their faith."
The handsome boy seemed to understand. He raised his head and said, "Teacher, does that mean that the Dread Lord will not be resurrected this time?"
The old man was so angry that he knocked the boy's head with his wooden staff and said in a deep voice, "Always remember that we are neutral observers."
"No one can predict the future."
"But the churches of the gods will definitely not allow the believers of the Dread Lord to spread chaos everywhere. It will not be long before they suffer a serious blow. If the believers of the Dread Lord are greatly reduced, then he will lose the source of the power of faith. Without enough believers praying in his name, even if a child of god succeeds in meeting the conditions for his resurrection, he will never be resurrected. "
The handsome boy still did not understand.
But he could roughly tell that the possibility of the Dread Lord's resurrection was not high, so he looked very happy and said cheerfully, "Teacher, I will make tea for you. I'll make tea for you with your favorite southern tea leaves. "
The old man sighed helplessly.
He kept looking in the direction of the extreme north. His gaze seemed to pass through space and saw a gorgeous curtain of light. The curtain of light sprinkled down from the sky and looked so beautiful.
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