In the morning, when Ling Ping'an woke up, he found that his phone had entered low battery protection mode.
He picked it up and saw that there was only one bar left.
He quickly took out a charger and started charging.
Meow!
The kitten that had been sleeping next to his bed meowed as usual, as if saying good morning.
Ling Ping'an also smiled and held the little guy in his arms, "Good morning, Bastet!"
Looking at the time, it was still very early, not even eight o 'clock.
He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
The first thing that popped up was the topic of war.
The flames of war were still spreading in the Tianzhu Continent.
The situation in Kunlun Province had already reached the edge of the cliff.
After the Kingdom of Egypt, the Kingdom of Malin also announced that they would close their borders, only allowing refugees to set up camps 50 kilometers away from the kingdom's borders.
Outside the Malin Kingdom, hundreds of forces of various sizes were already at each other's throats.
The official army and the rebel army …
The local warlords and the central army …
The conflict seemed to have intensified overnight.
The host on TV was already a little numb.
"Following the announcement by the North Kunlun Republic's Dar Front to tear up the peace agreement signed with the North Kunlun authorities last year..."
"The chief of the South Kunlun Kingdom's Boer Tribe, Gavar, announced at three o 'clock in the morning, Imperial Capital time, that in view of the incompetent king and the excessive taxation of the central government … the Boer Tribe will leave the South Kunlun Kingdom and declare independence from today onwards …"
"The country's name is Boer Kingdom … Gavar proclaimed himself king!"
On the TV, a man in military uniform appeared, sitting on a tank.
He was waving to countless people.
"The South Kunlun Kingdom refutes Gavar's words and announces that the South Kunlun Kingdom's army will do whatever it takes to maintain the unity of the country!"
"At the same time, the South Kunlun Kingdom's Ministry of Internal Affairs also issued an announcement announcing that due to the fact that the northern tribes have been disobedient to the central government for a long period of time and have resisted the country, their autonomous status has been revoked …"
Ling Ping'an was dumbfounded when he heard this.
However, the Kunlun Prefecture was just that magical.
It had always been like this for the past two hundred years.
In that land, warlords, tyrants, usurpers …
Just like chives in the field, one after another.
There weren't many who were willing to seriously engage in construction.
Even if it did happen, it would be quickly overturned.
That piece of land seemed to be cursed.
Other than war, famine, and plague, Ling Ping'an rarely heard of any good news from the Kunlun State.
So much so that on the Internet, netizens from all over the world played with the meme of Emperor Xia and Kun Qiu.
"Sigh!" He shook his head. He couldn't bear to watch, so he turned off the television.
When a gentleman sees life, he cannot bear to see it die. When he hears of it, he cannot bear to eat its flesh.
… …
Kunlun State, Cape Town, the capital of the South Kunlun Kingdom. It was still early in the morning, and the stars were dim.
The hooded man followed the crowd and walked into one of the few modern cities in Kunlun State.
It was different from most of the countries in Kunlun Province.
Almost one-third of the population of the South Kunlun Republic was from the Land of Qin.
In Cape Town, the proportion was as high as 70%!
This was a remnant of the colonial era.
Therefore, entering Cape Town was like entering the Land of Qin.
One after another, skyscrapers rose from the ground.
The children in the slums were playing kickboxing at the foot of the building.
The South Kunlun Kingdom was a powerful country.
He had won the championship of the World Cuju Competition many times!
But … that was it.
For the past two hundred years, this land had always been filled with vengeance, war, and plague.
Even the political system of the country had changed several times.
From the beginning of the Republic, to the Federation, to the Confederation, and now to the current Kingdom.
Tens of millions of people had paid the price for this.
Blood dyed the land red with every transcendent being diamond that was dug out.
Yes!
Under the land of the South Kunlun Kingdom, there were the richest reserves of transcendent being diamonds of the highest quality in the world.
These transcendent being gems could be widely used in almost all rituals.
They were also the treasures that the Land of Qin Curia needed the most.
The most important raw material of the ointment needed for the Holy Anointing Ceremony was the high-quality transcendent being diamonds produced by the South Kunlun Republic.
Moreover, it could only be made with the best of these transcendent being diamonds.
Therefore, war had never been far from this land.
This country was also the country that was the most influenced and infiltrated by the Land of Qin.
Almost all the various forces had the shadow of the Land of Qin behind them.
For example, the current South Kunlun royal family was established from the Bourbon Dynasty of Frang Ji.
The South Kunlun Kingdom was also known as the South Kunlun Bourbon.
Now, the Boer tribe that was rebelling also came from the Land of Qin.
They were immigrants from the Federal Republic.
The United States of America and Frang Ji were irreconcilable enemies.
In addition, Butania and Fran also had their own agents in this country.
In essence, the South Kunlun Republic was the shadow of the countries of the Land of Qin.
In the past two hundred years, your side had finished singing, and our side had appeared.
They had fought over the transcendent being diamond resources.
Until the people of South Kunlun were finally tired and welcomed a prince from Frang Ji as their king.
The prince came from the Land of Qin and brought with him the heirloom of the Bourbon royal family of Frang Ji -- a bottle of holy ointment obtained from the Curia.
The existence of this bottle of ointment not only meant the support of the Curia.
It also meant that the South Kunlun royal family would be qualified to give birth to angels.
The anointing ceremony was a ritual.
The ritual to receive the power of the Kingdom of Heaven.
The hooded man knew this very well.
Because the bottle of holy ointment of the South Kunlun royal family came from his hands.
He walked forward, ignoring the reserve soldiers who were constantly lining up from the city in response to the mobilization order.
He passed through the Cape Town Cathedral.
He passed through the King's Avenue.
He arrived in front of the palace.
The palace of the South Kunlun Kingdom was a typical palace building of the Land of Qin.
Its format was even copied from the Fontainebleau of the Fran Royal Palace.
In the square in front of the palace, there was a huge fountain.
In the fountain, there were a few stone statues of angels standing in it.
Outsiders would only think that these angels were dead objects.
But the hooded man knew that these were once living angels of the South Kunlun royal family.
Although they were only angels of power.
Angels in the angel class that were only one level higher than the throne angels.
But …
But they were guardians.
Guarding all the stones that were picked out.
That was also this country!
So, the hooded man just approached the fountain.
The bodies of the few petrified angels that had long died began to slowly melt.
Their stone skin began to fall off.
Holy light emerged from their bodies, and a pair of wings spread slightly.
"Heresy!" An angel statue holding a spear suddenly reprimanded, "This is not a place where you should be!"
"Leave immediately!"
"Heh!" The hooded man laughed, "Heresy?!"
"Aren\'t you guys the same?"
He stretched out his hand, and balls of holy light surged out from his hand.
His hood was illuminated by the light, revealing his dark and deep face.
Something was squirming under his robe.
Whoosh!
Six pairs of wings were fully spread.
But they were not golden.
Instead, they were gray, entwined with the aura of death and pain.
He raised his head, and his hood shattered bit by bit. The holy light in his hand turned from milky white to black.
He gently clenched his fist!
These black balls of light all shattered.
"Still not waking up?"
"Shamshir's sons!"
"It\'s time to be liberated!"
The angels in the fountain all struggled in pain.
Under their skin, balls of gray light were squirming.
They moaned in pain.
One by one, they looked up to the sky and roared, "Ah!!!!"
The long roar stirred the wind and clouds.
Even the sky had turned dusky.
The rolling dark clouds were thick.
At this moment, the guards of the palace were finally alarmed.
General Harvey of the South Kunlun Republic, who was guarding the palace, immediately jumped up from the palace.
Thus, he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The angels, who were supposed to protect the South Kunlun Kingdom, were all controlled by some kind of gray light.
They looked up to the sky and roared.
Their mouths spat out a gray luster.
The holy wings on their backs were gradually soaked by the gray and dark gas.
Their faces also began to distort.
Blasphemy!
That was the ultimate blasphemy!
So, he looked at the man standing in front of the fountain.
Six pairs of gray or black wings spread out in the entire square.
That dark and deep face seemed to be soaked in ink.
At the place where he stood, blobs of black ink-like liquid were rippling.
Caw, caw, caw …
Caw, caw, caw …
Out of nowhere, countless crows flew over.
These crows landed on the ground and pecked at the black liquid.
Caw, caw, caw …
Caw, caw, caw …
The crows cried out noisily and fought for it.
Harvey felt his hands and feet turn cold.
"Angel of Death..."
"Death Walker..."
He was in a state of limitless terror.
He understood that the person in front of him was a fallen angel.
And it was a big shot among the fallen angels!
An evil that even Lucifer might not be able to match!
"What are you afraid of?" A golden face suddenly appeared on one side of the man\'s head. The face was bathed in milky white holy light. It was extremely benevolent and sacred. "Why are you afraid of me?"
"I am one of the seven foundations of heaven!"
An evil voice could be heard from the dark face, "Restraint of the Seven Virtues!"
The golden face said with incomparable benevolence, "Anger of the seven deadly sins!"
"I am Sariel!" said the dark face.
"I am Samael!" The golden face was extremely benevolent and extremely peaceful.
Two voices said at the same time, "Poor child... the reason why you are afraid is because you have yet to understand the true intentions of the father who created us, the Lord who created the world..."
"Let me..."
"Let me teach you to recognize the true nature of the Lord and Father!"
The angels moaning in the fountain finally ended their long roars.
They stood up. Their black wings were filled with hatred and resentment.
They looked at the dark-skinned man.
The atmosphere of the entire square became extremely strange and cold.
The guards and soldiers who rushed out were already trembling in fear, not even daring to move a muscle.
Especially when the other party said his honorific name.
Everyone fell into dead silence.
Charlie!
The King of Angels!
The incarnation of restraint and patience of the seven virtues!
The King of Angels who controlled death and protection.
Moses' Teacher and Keeper of the Tomb.
The protector of the soul of the Virgin Mary.
The Angel of the Dead Moon!
But he was not only that.
He also personally said his other identity.
The King of Fallen Angels.
Samuel of Wrath!
When He personally revealed this absolutely taboo secret, Harvey knew that he was definitely going to die today.
Such a taboo secret could not be known by mortals.
Because once it was spread out, it would shake the foundation of the entire cross sect.
Even if he did not die here.
He would definitely be treated as a heretic by the Vatican and sent to the stake.
But..
Didn\'t the King of Archangels, the Angel of the Dead Moon, Charlie, fall?
He fell in Athens, Greece.
He died under the divine weapon of the God of War, and even his corpse was dismembered.
If he was really dead.
So, who was this Charlie standing in front of him?
Just thinking about it, Harvey understood that this was another taboo!
It involved the secret of the Kingdom of Heaven.
So, he sighed and understood what he should do.
"Heretic!" He shouted, "Die!"
He burned everything he had and rushed over.
"Heh!" The six-winged angel who claimed to be Charlie and Samuel only chuckled.
The Angels of Power, who had completely fallen, were already cackling strangely.
"Ants!" They screamed, "Die!"
Black and gray blasphemous spiritual light surged out from their bodies.
The entire square instantly became a slaughterhouse.
The children of Shamhill had won their liberation and found their true selves!
Charlie, on the other hand, ignored everything.
He gently moved forward and walked towards the palace.
Along the way, anyone who tried to stop him died.
Crows landed on the corpses of the dead and kept pecking at them.
In just a moment, the entire palace was covered in blood. White bones were scattered outside the pavilion.
Charlie walked directly to the front of the king\'s bedroom in the palace.
Dozens of guards curled up into a ball, trembling.
They screamed and cursed in despair.
But it was useless.
Crows pounced on them and instantly pecked them to death.
Even the king, who was already terrified, was no exception.
Charlie did not even look at these people.
He only walked to the depths of the palace and gently raised his hand to open a cellar.
He lowered his head and looked at the cellar.
"Dear Royal Highness Shamhill..."
"Our Father and the Lord\'s Sun..."
"It\'s time for you to wake up!"
A seven or eight year old, fair and clean little girl crawled out of the cellar.
Her entire body was covered in blood.
On that innocent face that looked like a porcelain doll, two golden eyes shone.
"Your Highness Charlie!" She looked affectionately at the six-winged fallen angel in front of her. "It\'s been hard on you!"
Tiny wings unfurled from her back.
"It\'s not hard at all!" Both of Charlie\'s faces smiled. "For our great plan..."
"Any sacrifice is worth it!"
"Yes!" The little girl smiled brightly.
At this moment, countless crows were cawing inside and outside the palace.
As they cawed, their bodies melted.
Slowly, they turned into balls of flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood slowly flowed toward the white bones on the ground.
Thus, the dead people began to stand up one by one.
Their appearance was no different from before.
They even remembered all the memories and feelings of this body.
The only difference was that their souls had changed into something else.
It was like a computer with a hard disk and data.
It was just a different operating system.
When they stood up, Sariel was already leading the little girl out of the room.
The king, who had just stood up, saw the two of them and knelt down with all the soldiers.
To welcome their true master.
The little girl looked at them and smiled brightly.
She softly chanted in the language from the east, "There are trees in the garden, and cicadas on them. The cicadas live high and cry sorrowfully and drink the dew, not knowing that the mantis is behind them..."
"The mantis bends its body and wants to take the cicada, not knowing that the oriole is beside it. The oriole stretches its neck to peck the mantis, not knowing that the pellet is below it..."
Her childish voice was extremely pleasant to the ear.
She raised her head and looked at the person holding her hand.
"That\'s a good story!" She said.
"Yes!" Charlie smiled. "It\'s indeed a good story!"
"We have our own home now!"
At 1: 30 am local time in Kunlun State.
The king of the South Kunlun Kingdom announced that he would abdicate due to domestic and foreign affairs. His daughter, the eldest princess, who was only eight years old, changed her name to Shamshier and ascended the throne as king.
It was for Shamshier I.
Immediately, the young queen entrusted the country\'s power to the royal family\'s special advisor, Samuel, the grand scholar of the University of Cape Town.
Samuel immediately sent a message to all parties in the South Kunlun Republic, inviting them to gather in Cape Town to\ 'discuss peace matters\'.
That night.
In the entire South Kunlun Republic, many people who were preparing to leave their hometown because of the war and flee back to the Land of Qin to take refuge saw and heard countless crows cawing outside their houses and intersections.
Someone felt that it was strange, so he used his phone to record the crows\ 'cawing.
When he played it again, he was surprised to find that the crows\ 'cawing seemed to be some kind of language.
After he used the computer to match it, he found that this language was the Guangnan dialect of the Great Xia of the East.
The crows\ 'cawing was 50% similar to this language!
Moreover...
After computer comparison and audio analysis, he was horrified to find that these crows seemed to be chanting an ancient Eastern fable.
The saying was: There are trees in the garden, and there are cicadas on them. The cicadas live high up and cry sorrowfully and drink dew, not knowing that the mantis is behind them...
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an ate breakfast and swiped his phone.
Suddenly, a message was flooded in his WeChat group.
First, an author sent a webpage, and then the entire group exploded.
July\'s new post: Terrifying!
Xinfeng: Terrifying!
Qi Pei Jia: I\'m still young. Don\'t scare me... It\'s too scary!
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at it and curiously opened the webpage. He found that it was from a public account. The title was: The crows of South Kunlun are actually reciting...
He scrolled down and found that it was an audio.
There were words under the audio: I just downloaded this audio from the South Kunlun Kingdom\'s website. It\'s too strange. Everyone, listen to it! Many people said that these crows were reciting a fable from\ 'The Garden of Storytelling\' in the Guangnan dialect!
Ling Ping\ 'an blinked and curiously clicked on the audio.
The noisy cawing of the crows came from the phone.
Caw caw... caw caw caw...
It sounded a little familiar...
It sounded a little like the Guangnan dialect.
But...
If one listened carefully, they would know that it didn\'t look like it.
Moreover, there were a lot of noises in the background.
But...
Some fragments did sound like a group of crows reciting.
Ling Ping\ 'an could accurately hear that there were a few fragments that sounded similar to the words\' mantis\ 'and\' oriole\ 'in the Guangnan dialect.
But...
"I'm afraid this thing has gone through post-processing, right?!" He laughed.
He had encountered similar things many times.
In this day and age, in order to attract attention, many people could even lose their face, let alone their integrity.
… …
The Church of Bone.
The King of Angels on the Holy Throne listened to an audio.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?" He laughed.
He could understand his brother\'s words.
"Is this a warning to me?"
He lowered his wings.
"It could also be a message to me!"
No matter what, this was his brother\'s choice.
The choice of a traitor.
It was also the path that the Lord and Father had long decided for him.
So...
"Don\'t worry about the Kunlun State!" The King of Angels said to his bishops, "Now..."
"Our focus is here!"
"We want to take back the usurped power!"
The fanatical bishops listened and immediately became excited.
Who didn\'t want to go back a thousand years?
The era when atonement could be sold to the king?
Who didn\'t want to control all the power from the mortal world to the kingdom of heaven?
Most importantly...
They wanted to wash away their sins and ascend to the kingdom of heaven to be with the Lord!
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