"Praise my name - and worship me!"

The rumbling sound of the wind and atmosphere spread around the world, and as the light fell like a torrential rain, people subconsciously chose to believe Roland's words.

Instead of paying attention to the priests who were thundering to stop them, they chose to immediately kneel down and pray to the sky.

"Repent," Roland's voice rolled in the air, "for this is a generation of sin and filth, and there are no miracles for you in this generation." But you do not think yourselves unclean, but think that there are no miracles in this world. ”

"I will tell you, that you are guilty!"

"Pray! Judge yourselves, punish yourselves, and vouch yourselves until ye are truly pure. ”

"Until that day, I will forgive you in the name of the Guru! for you are truly clean—"

"Tempt me, and I will testify to you—I will perform great miracles in the name of my Roland, and seven great miracles in three days!"

It wasn't until after this sentence was uttered that people finally realized who that rumbling celestial sound was.

That's Roland!

That's Saint Laurent of Banza!

The Most Righteous One! Praise the truth! The One Who Brings Miracles!

That is the only saint of this age, the only person worthy of worship.

"I—my leg is healed!"

Suddenly, a cripple on a street corner stood up tremblingly, pointing at his broken leg with a trembling finger, his eyes wide and his face full of disbelief.

The people around couldn't help but cover their mouths.

Of course they know this old cripple.

He was a strong and kind mercenary twenty years ago, but after his leg was bitten off by a monster and he lost his profession as a mercenary, he became a poor sour drunk wandering around the corner tavern.

His left leg, which had been bitten off by the monster, had grown back at some point, and was as strong as it had been twenty years earlier. And his body, which had been shriveled and emaciated, had become healthy again.

The old cripple looked at his healed broken leg, stunned for a long time, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word of trembling excitement.

Then he fell to his knees and cried like a child.

"Your Majesty Roland...... Roland's crown! Roland's crown! ”

No one would be surprised that the old man, who was old enough to die on a street corner one day, knelt on the ground, kowtowed desperately, whimpered in a muffled voice, and stammered in praise of Roland in a prayer he had almost forgotten: "You are the highest! You are everything...... I exalt your name, and you are the most miraculous ......"

Reminded by this old cripple, people reacted and looked at themselves in confusion.

Then they find themselves bathed in a pleasant rain of light, but they don't know when the scars and wounds on their bodies will disappear.

That's right – whether it's a scar, a wound, or a disease, it's all healed silently. All those who were bathed in the light and rain were perfectly healed, without even a trace of pain and discomfort.

Even people who were born with disabilities were cured of their disabilities after being bathed in this rain of light full of life. Those who were dying were also rescued alive and renewed.

After people realized what miracle Roland was doing this time, people kept coming out of their homes and going out into the open air to welcome the light and rain.

There was no crowding, no quarrels, there was an orderly order. None of the people who have been healed by the miracle have not walked away, and they have consciously moved away from the best places to give up the miracle to those who need it more.

Even more frenzied, leaving pastors speechless, are those who are suffering from the plague.

The bloodstains on their bodies disappeared completely after being illuminated by the light and rain. Now that the sun has just risen, the patient who has just lost his breath has been rescued by the light and rain of this miracle and has been directly healed. You can even get back on your feet.

-- They were in perfect health.

One by one, people fell to their knees and shouted praises to Roland.

"Praise Roland!"

"Praise Roland!"

"Praise Roland!!"

"Praise me, for I will give you the miracle of the newborn! I give you a new lease of life! ”

Roland's voice rumbled in the heavens: "I give you the gift of healing - I rain down on you!" ”

Seeing all this, the priests trembled.

"Lord, do you see! Did you see the miracle? ”

Someone whimpered and prayed to the emblem.

But this time, there was no response from the dim emblem.

The priests finally found out.

When all the gods faced Roland's great miracle, not only did they not send down any punishment, but they avoided and panicked, and did not even dare to respond to the call of the priests.

Like a rat fleeing before a thunderbolt, the priests saw clearly that the gods hesitated and feared before this sure miracle.

All their praise of their great language is weak in the face of the great miracle that has finally come.

Prayers were not answered, magic was not working—the feeling of being deceived came over the hearts of pastors.

After the priests hesitated for a long time, finally some people threw down their still dull emblems one by one and knelt down solemnly with a certain kind of consciousness.

"Praise Roland—"

They prayed aloud and praised Roland in the high-pitched, flamboyant, emotionally moving tones that characterize preachers.

Unexpectedly, but plausibly, their blasphemous behavior was not punished by the gods.

Then they knew who was greater.

The light rain continued to rain for more than an hour.

The ground was already glowing with a soft white light, as if nourishment had been poured into the earth. The desert is visible to the naked eye, the lakes are clear, and even the city seems more alive.

"I bless you for your repentance!"

When the light and rain stopped, Roland's voice sounded again: "I will rain once a week until seven years-"

"But I am not giving you a ban on plagues and plagues! Repent, but the world is still sinful! ”

"I have made the crows of death my messenger, and you will honor them as you honor me!"

"Beware, the ungodly! Beware, those who are false penitents and false prayers! ”

"When the crow comes, pestilence and fever will destroy the false and pious. And I will curse them, and cause the earth to shake, and the everlasting mountains to fall, and the everlasting ridges to fall. Everything is the same as in ancient times, and the gift of healing is gone—"

"Remember! By my good deeds, I will protect you for the rest of my life forever. ”

As Roland's voice gradually dissipated from the air, the light and rain gradually stopped.

Roland turned around and reached out to help Kylemora, who had been lying on the ground for a long time.

He said gently, "Kyle, this is the miracle you are asking for. ”

“…… I confess to you, Your Majesty,"

Kylemora's hands clenched, his head hung down, and he whispered a heartfelt confession: "I dare not test your miracles again." ”

"That's the best."

Roland smiled tenderly and lovingly, and replied pointedly. (To be continued.) )