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Volume 5: The Dance of the Ice Dragon Chapter 7: The Mercy of the Gods

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    As far as Leo is concerned, the ceremony is long and complicated, and it seems that there is no progress.

    The stars twinkling outside the window and the bright moon in the sky.  However, until late at night, there was no magic light coming from the church on the hillside, and no divine magic light flashing. Everything was silent, as if falling into a deep sleep, like a sleeping cemetery.

    "How long do we have to wait here?" Rosie impatiently drank all the strong wine in the glass and slammed the wooden cup on the table.  The old table creaked under the load and shook violently.  "I've had enough of the night view," she growled, "I can almost count the stars in the sky."

    How many are there?  He really wanted to know the answer.  But at this time, his reason told him that it was better not to provoke her.

    "The stars can also show the future." Iweila said without looking back.

    Her gaze seemed to go beyond the top of the church steeple and sink into the deep night sky.  Through her eyes, Leo was sure that she was not deliberately perfunctory when she said this, let alone sarcastic towards Rosie.  What she said was based entirely on facts.  She is a bachelor, so she naturally understands the movements of the stars and their twinkling words.  However, Rosie didn't seem to realize this:

    "Then what did you see? The cold is coming?" Rosie laughed.  "Please, we are surrounded by glaciers and tundra. I know it without you having to tell me. Without a fire, we will freeze to death."

    "You know that's not what I'm talking about"

    ¡°¡­As far as I¡¯m concerned, there¡¯s no difference.¡±

    "Then take a good look." Ewela turned to her, "Look up at the stars with respect and observe their trajectories carefully. You will find that they are whispering to you. They will tell you everything you want to know."

    "Sorry, I can't hear anything, I'm deaf." The female mage said sharply.

    Eweila didn¡¯t seem to hear.  She pointed to a patch of sky outside the window and said, "The gray stars are shrouded in mist and become dimmer; goats and lions are fighting, swords are forged in the fire"

    "This is not a good sign. I know." Rosie interrupted her again impatiently, "But I'm not interested in hearing this!" She waved her arms and said angrily, "You want to study the stars, I don't  Objection, but please, don¡¯t drag me into joining. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s so interesting about them, they¡¯re lifeless, like this village. It¡¯s like a paradise for the living dead.¡±

    She is right.

    Even in the piles of garbage and the livestock pens full of horse manure and pig urine, the stench there is far more disgusting than here, which is enough to make people faint and suffocate.

    "I can't smell it." Lu Yuewu said with a frown.

    "No need to use your nose, you will see it soon." Leo looked at the light falling from the sky, which was invisible to mortals.  "Either a paladin who banished evil, or a corrupted black knight. I can't think of any other outcome."

    "Whatever he is. Monster, demon? Just burn it down and everything will be fine."

    But she couldn't light it now.

    Yes, she really shouldn't stay here and stay up late with them until the answer is revealed.  Her body couldn't take it.  "Rosie, why don't you go and rest first." He said kindly, but she didn't seem to appreciate it.

    "I couldn't ask for more." She said shyly, opened the door, and closed it hard with her hand.  "Please continue."

    Iweila looked at the shaking door worriedly and asked uneasily: "Is she okay?"

    "It's okay, don't worry about her." Lu Yuewu said.

    Leo waved his hand, telling her not to pay attention.  "She was just having a tantrum. She was like a child." Even so, he knew why she was angry and resentful.  He understood all her anger.  She was just hating that she couldn't help.  I hope she doesn't cry under the quilt like a real child.  He thought as lightly as he could.

    "However, Reverend Alton does not have such leisurely leisure as him, and he can still enjoy the leisure of noisy and quarrels.

    In the six-pointed star array, divine power washes over the body of the paladin like a universal light descending from heaven.  It took on a substantial form like a rushing torrent, and the dazzling golden light overflowed and spread in all directions, sweeping across the entire church.  All fragile things disappeared in this golden torrent, the benches, candles, and tin armor decorations all turned into nothingness.

    The priest knelt in the middle of the church hall, outside the magic circle, praying to the Andal icon with his eyes closed in meditation.  He kept praying, and his voice was loud and loud, but he could not escape the constraints of the stone walls and buzzed in the church.  He poured all his heart into prayer, hoping that Andal would answer his prayers.

    Transformation of faithInvisible power, prayers and even variant incantations, mental power to construct spell structures Leo and Ivira will explain today's divine magic in this way.  But Pastor Alton obviously doesn't know the secret hidden deep in the church.  He expected the gods to show mercy and guide him in the right direction.  But that's like playing the harp to a cow, even if you go on hunger strikes and self-flagellation to show your faith, you won't get the slightest response.  Just because the gods are ever-changing and incomprehensible nothingness.  Now it is even more ruthless.

    There is a torrent of positive energy falling like a waterfall through the void, sloping down from the roof of the church. The pastor's thin body is like a willow leaf swaying in the wind and rain, struggling hard against the violent wind and rain.  However, he seemed unaware of what was happening to him.  He only knew how to pray, praying with all his strength and without any hesitation, as if Andal would appear, come out of the statue, show him the mercy he had always preached, revive the paladin, and regenerate his broken leg.

    The golden light in the hall is bright, like heaven.

    Wave after wave of torrents fell from the sky, and the priest became weaker. His old body began to tremble and shake violently. The robe he wrapped around his body was completely soaked with sweat.  When the six-pointed star array suddenly burst into light as hot and scorching as the summer sun, he finally could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

    His prayer failed halfway, but the spell did not stop.

    The door to the kingdom of God seemed to be open here. In the dazzling golden color, the pastor seemed to hear angels singing in the kingdom of God.  This must be a miracle.  The priest lying on the ground looked at the scene in front of him and thought weakly and happily. Even if he died now, he would die without regrets. Angels would definitely lead him to the kingdom of God.

    This is a gift from the goddess!

    The priest forgot about his physical fatigue and struggled to get up, intending to continue praying to the goddess in order to please her.  However, when he looked up, the joy on his face was replaced by dark horror.

    "No" He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.  He rubbed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, despair and panic were written on his face.  "No!" He screamed miserably, "No, this what on earth is going on? How is this possible?"

    Cracks appeared on the Andal stone statue erected in front of him without any warning.  It was small and weak at first, and then spread quickly. In this short moment, he saw with his own eyes that the cracks spread like poison.  From head to toe, every part of Andal's skin was covered with shocking scars.

    "No, stop, please, stop" the pastor cried and begged.  "Who can tell me what's going on?"

    No one answered him.

    The torrent is like the blessing of the gods; the broken statue of the god is like the curse of blasphemy.

    The priest was frightened and hopelessly confused in the light and darkness. He looked at the stone statue and then at the still unconscious paladin, unable to find the answer.  The surroundings seemed to fall into dead silence.

    However, in this suffocating silence, the sound of the broken stone statues seemed like the harsh and sinister laughter of the devil.  The priest looked desperately and irresistibly: a striking and dazzling crack opened under the closed eyes of the stone statue, like two sad tears of blood; the broken stone and the missing hole seemed to be moaning.

    He fell to his knees, tears blurring his vision.  "Holy Mother, what are you going to tell me?" he sobbed, "Is this your punishment for me?" He seemed to have found a reason to blame, "Because we sheltered alchemists who blasphemed the gods?"  He shouted loudly, "If so, then I will kill him! Kill him at all costs! Please stop punishing your lamb. Please forgive my sin."

    The stone statue was silent, its fragments still peeling off.

    However, from the dull collision of stones, the pastor seemed to hear the most pleasant command. He struggled to get up, standing on one foot, crookedly.  He looked determined and took a step forward He fell helplessly to the ground.  But he soon got up again.  He kept repeating the process of standing up and falling down.  Until he sadly chose to crawl.

    ¡°Blessed Virgin!¡± he shouted, holding on to the closed door.  "Shadows have nowhere to hide!"

    But in the blink of an eye, the holy light suddenly faded away, and the church without candlelight was as dark as a bottomless pit.  In an instant, all the courage suddenly disappeared as the door to heaven closed, like a spot under the scorching sun, dissipating in an instant, leaving only cold despair gripping his heart.  The pastor only felt pain and weakness sweeping over him like twins. He slid softly along the door and sat on the ground, breathing heavily against the cold wooden board.

    "Holy Mother, what on earth is going on?" He murmured helplessly.

    Andal didn¡¯t answer his questions.  She is almost "dead".

    In the dark silence, only stones fellThe sound was like raindrops, but every collision of stones with the floor was like a sledgehammer hitting the priest's heart.  He covered his twitching heart and tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see Andal's current appearance.  However, he only saw a strange black figure slowly rising from the ground with stiff, corpse-like movements like a puppet in the dim light that filtered through the stained glass window.

    The other party was in darkness and could not be seen clearly. Only the long shadow was extremely clear in the darkness like thick ink, spreading from the other party's feet to the priest's side until it enveloped him.  In the darkness of despair, the priest saw a pair of eyes burning with gray flames that he would never forget.  He was like a demon, like his worst nightmare.

    The other party stared at him, as if he could see through his heart.

    Fear crawled into his body, but the sound of the stone statue collapsing suddenly woke him up.  Andal's idol she fell.  The priest realized.  He should have been sad about this and cried bitterly, blamed himself for it, and was filled with guilt. He could only commit suicide to apologize.  However, he suddenly found that his heart was particularly peaceful, and even despair and fear seemed to disappear.

    At this moment, the priest suddenly remembered the question he had scolded the alchemist for disrespecting the gods:

    "Do the gods have any mercy?" He now agreed with the other party's answer.  "Yes, but in their own way." Because he failed to see the mercy of the gods towards him.
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