Chapter 812: Gods

It's like a short light sleep in the afternoon, and after waking up, I feel that my limbs are soft, as if lying on the clouds, and I feel comfortable and comfortable in my weakness.

Charles opened his eyes and smelled smoke coming from the corner.

Wolf Flute sat in his chair and looked up at him, "How's the rest, Charles?"

"I took a nap and felt refreshed. ”

Charles crossed his arms, got up from the bed, and looked out the window at the hazy night, "Is it already night?"

Wolf Flute looked at him, and his eyes became strange: "A week-long nap can be said to be a long sleep." ”

A week?

Charles was stunned for a moment, puzzled, he didn't expect that he would suddenly fall asleep for a week. But soon, he heard the commotion outside the door, and when he opened the curtains, he saw a crowd outside the hospital.

I don't know how many people were shouting hard, crowding each other, trying to break through the encirclement of the guards, and the noisy sound became faint and blurred through the heavy glass.

Charles was stunned, "What are they...... What's wrong?"

The wolf flute snuffed out the cigarette and lit a new one for himself, and his voice was dull: "What you did in Asgard has been reported back home. ”

"Really......"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then forced a smile: "I've caused you a lot of trouble, haven't you?" I'm sorry...... I didn't expect so many people to hate me. ”

With a hot brain, he desperately saved so many people, even if they were the enemies who had inflicted on the suffering of the Caucasus. Regardless of the overall situation, it also caused the front line to be almost defeated......

Thinking of this, Charles somewhat understood the anger of the group of people outside.

Wolf Flute shook his head, "It's not annoying, how can you say it?, in short, it's quite complicated...... Rumors are out there that you're dead. ”

"I didn't. ”

The wolf flute didn't speak, just looked at him, with a look that made him hairy.

After a long time, he snuffed out the cigarette that had not been smoked and sighed.

"Yes, a lot of people know that you don't die. "They believe that you will be resurrected from a deep sleep." ”

He stood up and beckoned to the Charles:

"Follow me. ”

The moment the door opened, the hallway was silent.

It's as if everything has come to a standstill.

Charles, wearing slippers, leaned against the wall and walked out of the room, and then saw a multitude of stunned eyes, the doctors, nurses, and several guards, all staring blankly at him, with a ...... in their eyes He can't understand the colors.

Along the way, everyone stared at him blankly, stiffening in place, as if watching a giant monster walk down the hallway.

Even if he was so weak, missing an eye, even holding on to the wall to gasp.

The further down you go, the more huge and suffocating the hustle and bustle outside becomes.

That's a myriad of people shouting.

Countless people rushed forward in a frenzy, trying to break the fence.

The flames of torches lit up the dark night, illuminating their faces, roaring, screaming, or marveling feverishly.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, there were people screaming, holding scriptures and torches, patrolling the crowd like shepherd dogs patrolling the flock, and their eyes burned with fear when they looked at the hospital.

"Behold, can you, feel the merciful and unselfish love?"

The old man who was lifted up was shouting to the crowd, "Behold, you are so close to the miracles! You are so close to your salvation! Here is the will of the gods! Here is the things, He is watching you!!"

And so, the crowd roared, waved their hands feverishly, roared, burst into tears with excitement, and even fainted in excitement and distress.

"Repent, then, from the heart, mortals, have you been cleansed of your original sin?"

Someone stared at the crowd angrily, as if he were looking at a group of filthy sinners, and roared, "No, you don't! Tell me, who bears your sin?"

"Son of God!

In the crowd, countless people burst into tears.

Someone knelt on the ground, naked, and wept bitterly and raised a rattan whip and whipped his back, even though it was dripping with blood and swollen with scars.

"Answer me, all things, who suffers in your place?"

Thousands of voices shouted to the point of near-hoarseness overlapped, fanatically praising and repenting, screaming or cheering: "The Son of God!!"

"Who is it that does not teach you to die, but that you may live!"

"The Son of God!!"

Some laughed, some cried, and some beat their chests and feet, followed the crowd, roaring in response: "It is the Savior, the only messenger of God who has redeemed us!"

Charles froze.

In the chaos, at the front of the crowd, someone let out a scream of surprise.

"Behold, he is awake!"

The woman screamed excitedly, "He's back in the world!"

"He's—he's looking at me!" the old man turned back in ecstasy and shouted to the crowd, "He's looking at us!"

The crowd boiled like water, frantically pounding against the guards, and again and again, I don't know how many people wailed in the trampling, and then they were drowned out by the shouts of excitement.

Even if there were thousands of soldiers desperately blocking them, there were still many fish that slipped through the net and ran to the hospital excitedly.

Even after layers of interception, several fanatics still rushed into the hospital, ignoring the whipping of the guards, and rushed to the location of the charr.

Even when he was crushed to the ground, he still struggled desperately, squirming on the ground, struggling to reach Charles's feet and kissing the instep of his feet reverently.

Just the simplest touch, and tears have flowed to my face.

Charles subconsciously stretched out his hand, but froze in place, not knowing what to do.

"God, Son of God, bless me!"

The man who had been thrown to the ground by the guards cried out feverishly, stretched out his hand, wanted to touch his fingertips, approached little by little, and cried out to him: "I will follow you with devotion and follow your dogma, and I hope you will lead me on a straight path and lead me into heaven!"

With all his might, he was only a short gap away from Charles's fingertips.

Immediately afterward, he was hit on the head with a stick from a guard, fell into a fainting and was dragged out.

Soon, the floodgates fell, shutting out the frenetic crowd.

In the silence, only Charles and the Wolf Flute remained in the hall.

"See, Charles...... You have not been stigmatized for what you have done. ”

Wolf Flute smoked a cigarette and lowered his eyes, "You lost your strength, and then ...... Truly became a god. ”

This moment, whether it is in the Charr's wish or not.

God has truly come to earth.

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Early in the morning, Ye Qingxuan heard Bai Heng's voice in the cage.

"Ye Qingxuan, why do you think God has no body and can't be imagined?"

Ye Qingxuan's face was expressionless, and he turned his head to look at him: "You called me over early in the morning, just to discuss theology?"

Bai Heng smiled, "After all, you are the chief judge." With you with you, it is natural to ask for benefits at any time. ”

"You're a dignified duke, so you haven't even read the Holy Scriptures, have you?"

"I've seen it, but after wasting so much space, I feel like it's only one sentence. ”

Bai Heng yawned and looked at it with a smile:

"—God is something different from humans, isn't he?"

Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, and looked at him silently.

"I think this is probably the ambivalence of 'God' towards people. Humanity has created a non-existent savior in the hope of a fantastical salvation.

Humanity may fear, worship, and believe in Him...... But human beings don't love anything different from themselves. ”

He stretched out his hand and snuffed out the incense on the porcelain plate in front of him, crushing the little flame between his fingers.

"God has no body and cannot imagine—"

Bai Heng said, "But this is not to show that He is nobler and all-powerful than humans, just to make it impossible for humans to kill Him." ”

Ye Qingxuan asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting. ”

Bai Heng clasped his hands in his sleeves and smiled: "You should take it as a kind reminder." ”

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan was indifferent, "I can't see kindness to others from you, how can a person like you care about others?"

"Because you have nothing to do with me, Ye Qingxuan, that's why I'm happy to talk to you so much. ”

Bai Heng just smiled indifferently, without the slightest anger: "You see, there is always a wonderful fate between us...... Back then, I expelled Ye Lanzhou, and now, you have to send me to the prison with your own hands, this is 'cause and effect', your encounter with me may be predestined, hmm, maybe the enmity between you and me has been determined by something long before you were born, isn't it?"

"Huh. ”

He was answered with indifferent laughter.

Ye Qingxuan turned around and left, ignoring his words.

Only Bai Heng sat in the cage and smiled.

It doesn't seem to be a prisoner, but it is like the majesty of the minister sitting in his own car.

"Why bother, Ye Qingxuan, put yourself in your shoes, I understand your anger - the pain of the person you cherish being killed. ”

He stared at Ye Qingxuan's back and whispered:

"You'll understand me sooner or later. ”

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