What is Light?

The light is the warm sunshine sprinkled on the body in winter, the bright light that illuminates the road ahead in the long night, and the kind eyes in the eyes of his parents when the wanderer returns home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Where there is light, there is hope.

But light is not omnipotent, and the scorching summer midday sun poured down from the clear sky and fell on Viscount Juan and the people beside him who had been or would be brought under the control of the plague, and the lord of Varna had no hope in his heart, but was full of despair.

There are many kinds of light, and what Viscount Juan and his people need at this moment is not sunlight, but holy light.

Where is the Light?

The founder of the Church of Light, the first believer of the Supreme God of Light, and the first pope of the Church of Light, the great Shanny I, once said, "The light endures the hearts of men."

This is a ridiculously correct nonsense.

The doctrine of the Church of Light can be described in eight simple words, that is---- punish evil and promote good, black and white.

Good is white, and good people have their own light in their hearts, and this light is the holy light that lasts forever in people's hearts.

No matter how vicious the person is, he will keep the last trace of kindness in his heart, and from this point of view, there is no problem with this sentence of Shanny I.

But there are two sides to everything in the world, and when you look at this famous quote from another angle, it seems that you can interpret it in a different way.

Since everyone has the Light in their hearts, where is the Light when these people need it?

Where is the Light while Viscount Juan and the thousands of people in his realm are struggling to survive the plague?

When the blood-colored body burst into countless pieces in this hell-like clearing on earth, where was the holy light?

Viscount Juan did not know the answer to this question and did not want to know the answer to it.

It was the first time in his life that he had so desperately longed for the Light, and for the first time in his life he had hated the Light so madly.

To hate someone or something, sometimes you don't need any conflict or hatred, it's just the simplest reason---- it's enough.

Isn't this also a form of love and hate?

Viscount Juan glanced down at Leo at his feet, and the young magician's eyes were closed, showing no sign of imminent awakening.

Viscount Juan suddenly wished that it was himself who was lying unconscious on the ground at this moment.

Even if you have to pay the price of serious injuries, prostration, and power level drops, it is still a thousand times better than standing here helpless.

So he began to envy Leo a little again.

At least Leo did his best.

Sometimes even if you give everything, like a match, burn your whole being, and turn all the energy in your body into light, you may not be able to get the result you want, and you may not even have a good result.

But at least you're worthy of your heart, because you did your best.

Leo can be innocent, but what about Viscount Juan?

Viscount Juan felt guilty.

It's not that he doesn't want to do his best, but he can't do his best at all, because the surging fighting energy in his body is useless at this moment.

Only the Holy Power can save everything in front of us.

Only the surging light.

Viscount Juan suddenly bent his knees, fell to his knees, folded his hands to the sky, and murmured a prayer to the holy light that he desperately longed for at this moment.

"O all-powerful Supreme God of Light, please send down your pure light and cleanse us of evil!"

Dogs jump over the wall in a hurry, and people are in a hurry. Although Viscount Juan is not holding a Buddha, isn't a Buddha a kind of god in the first place?

Legend has it that when someone prays to the god with great devotion, the god will open his eyes and turn his all-insighted gaze to the mortal world in response to the devout believer.

Will Viscount Juan get a response?

No.

Whether it is a Buddha or a god, these feet that are high above and do not eat the fireworks of the mortal world are not so easy to hold.

Buddha's feet are not something you want to hold, you can hold if you want to.

So Viscount Juan, of course, will not get a response.

"Wave!" An explosion suddenly sounded not far in front of Viscount Juan, and the blood-colored body exploded into countless pieces, many of which flew in the direction of Viscount Juan, and it seemed that they were about to fall on him.

Blood is poisonous.

Although Viscount Juan was saved from this strange blood bat plague due to Leo's light shield before, once these flying flesh and blood came into contact with Viscount Juan's body, then Lord Juan would soon be infected with this plague virus, and of course only the onset of the plague and the sound of the plague followed----

“boom！”

Although one leg could not be moved, Viscount Juan was still able to dodge the flying flesh in front of him.

He can't jump, but at least he can roll. A master like Viscount Juan can roll out of a range of several meters with a single roll, so naturally nothing can fall into his body.

But Viscount Juan just fell to his knees, praying blankly, and letting the overwhelming amount of blood and scraps of flesh splash his head all over his face.

Rather than die in the wrath of His Majesty the Emperor and affect his father and family, it is better to die on the same day, the same month, and the same year as these own people, at least in this way, and perhaps some people will regard themselves as martyrs.

Viscount Juan was desperate.

Despair means that there is no hope left in the heart.

But is there really anything in the world that is completely hopeless?

No.

The fucking thing about fate is that when you're really in despair, the glimmer of hope you've been trying so hard to get it quietly appears, so all you need to do from start to finish is one thing, and that's ----

Hold on, hold on until the last minute.

Leo held out until the last moment, then passed out.

Viscount Juan held out until the last moment, after which he gave up all hope.

There were many more who didn't make it to the last moment, and their bodies burst into the air full of blood.

But outside of this Shura's hellish South Gate clearing, there was another person who also persevered until the last moment, and he didn't fall into a coma, didn't give up, didn't burst into the air with blood, and most importantly, ---

There were no failures either.

It doesn't mean to fail, it means to succeed.

It worked.

This person's name is Angelina.

Angelina Lolita.

She is nine years old, has a beautiful double ponytail and big blue eyes.

Her father was the first author of the plague virus, and while everyone stood by, a magician named Leo snatched her father back from the hands of death and told her, "Please pray to God and tell God your devout faith!"

The little girl listened, and she prayed earnestly.

But instead of telling the High God of Light how strong her faith was, she whispered to the god who was in charge of all the power of light: "O great God of Light, please save these innocent people from the plague and the darkness!"

God, heard her words.

Light fell from the sky.

This light is not sunlight, but ---- holy light.

All-powerful Light.