A glass shovel slammed into a corner of the sarcophagus, and then shattered into a crystal without any suspense. Shen Xi was overjoyed, the process of finding the sarcophagus was too twists and turns, and now seeing that the sarcophagus was in front of him, Shen Xi actually felt a sigh of relief.

"It shouldn't be open from here. Shen Xi looked at the white sarcophagus in front of him, and only the corner of the sarcophagus emerged from the cement. The top of the sarcophagus was still buried in the specialized cement, and they could not reach Nazareth's body unless they violently smashed through the sarcophagus in front of them.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Shen Xi twisted his wrist and took out a glass pickaxe again, "Victory is just around the corner, let's start work!"

When the entire sarcophagus was stripped of its cement shell and completely exposed to everyone, Shen Xi felt the extraordinaryness in the sarcophagus for the first time.

A warm wind flowed gently through the chamber, and the temperature was about slightly higher than the human body. When you touch the skin, you can feel the strong sense of love, as if it is a mother's caressing. Even if Shen Xi had never seen his mother, he could still experience this feeling.

The cement shell was transported out of the tomb by Nguyen An, and the darkness in the tomb was gradually receding with the flow of the wind. A soft white light gradually brightened from the sarcophagus, gradually melting the hard black of the tomb. The light is getting brighter and brighter, but it is never dazzling and abrupt. Several palm-sized little angels flew out of the light in the air, shaking a pair of white wings behind their backs, giggling beside Shen Xi and the others. After a few more laps, they took out their instruments from behind them and began to play holy music

"Is this really just a corpse?" the clown waved his hand away from the little things beside him, "digging graves and going to concerts?

"It feels like a divine outflow. Agnes tried to poke her hand at the little puffy face of the little angel closest to her. But it poked in the air. "None of them are physically present, and it may be that the leaked divine power caused a resonance in the air, which caused this phenomenon. ”

"Regardless of their level of performance, as long as there is nothing hostile to the act itself. Shen Xi sat on the ground and leaned unceremoniously against the side wall of the sarcophagus. The outside of the sarcophagus maintains the usual simple style, and there are no ornate reliefs. Although the material is hard, it is slightly hot, Shen Xi leaned on it and felt unexpectedly comfortable, "Nazareth is really a good person." After death, the coffin can be leaned on by others, and it is quite comfortable. ”

The centurion smiled wryly, "I don't think that's what he planned in the first place. ”

"Don't be so serious. "The clown's mantra is unexpectedly useful, and Shen Xi is a little brainwashed," just kidding. It's you," Shen Xi asked, looking at the centurion, "are you going to open the coffin now?"

"There's nothing worth tweaking. The centurion shook his head helplessly, "What should be adjusted has been adjusted in more than a thousand years. Now open the coffin. ”

There was no special ceremony to open the coffin, there were no firecrackers, and there were no vigorous incense and red candles, the centurion himself walked to the sarcophagus, put the short spear in his hand on the ground, and lifted the heavy sarcophagus with his arms.

The coffin was full of red holy blood, but it didn't look filthy and dirty, but like a pool of crystal gems. And Nazareth floated in this pool of holy blood. His flaxen-colored half-length hair and beard were not stained with even a trace of liquid, and his face was clear, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. There are still traces of wearing a crown of thorns on his head.

Longinus gently lowered the sarcophagus cover in his hand, looked at Nazareth lying in the Holy Blood, and said softly after a long time, "I finally see you." ”

Although there are not many words, the strong emotional impact of thousands of years of fantasy and goals is still overflowing when they appear in front of me now. With trembling hands, he gently stroked the wound that was clearly left under Nazareth's right rib. This was the beginning of his belief in Nazareth and his becoming a demigod.

"Your flesh and blood have cured my eyes, but I have never thanked you. Longinus's voice trembled, "I never thought for a long time that this spear was stabbed in the first place...... It's so deep. ”

The spear pierced deep into Nazareth's body, and his wound bulged outward, revealing his internal organs and white ribs. From here, the Holy Blood flows out of it and flows into the sarcophagus and becomes part of the Holy Blood.

"I have inherited your teachings, walked through the Sea of Galilee, and seen the landscapes you once saw. Longinus continued to whisper, and Shen Xi and the others took a few steps back, giving the centurion and the dead prophet some space to catch up. "I see what you see, and like you, I fall in love with those who are struggling to survive in this world. ”

"Now, these people are in danger. ”

"You have given your life for them. It's a bit cheeky, but I still need you to give everything you have for them. ”

"Please be a part of me, give me your power, and join me in protecting Gaia. ”

It must be a very strange act to talk to oneself in the eyes of others. And being so verbose about a corpse is not only like talking to yourself, but also like a heartfelt act, which naturally doesn't seem to be normal.

After the centurion's words, Shen Xi's eyes suddenly widened, and he seemed to hear a soft sigh from the tomb. The little angels playing their instruments in the air melted into crystalline dots of light with this sigh. The calm Holy Blood in the sarcophagus abruptly parted to the sides, revealing Nazareth inside. Supported by an invisible force, he stood up silently and stretched out his arms towards the centurion. And the Holy Blood condensed behind him, forming a huge blood-colored cross.

Nazareth, who was standing in front of the cross, slowly opened his eyes.

"My heir. Nazareth's cloudy eyes opened, but he stared blankly ahead. "Will you inherit my iniquities, bear my strength, and save the mortal people for my heavenly Father?"

The centurion knelt on one knee, put his right hand on his chest, lowered his head and trembled, "I do." ”

"Then, I'll leave it to you in the future. A big smile bloomed on Nazareth's face, "Remember, you must know the truth, and the truth will set you free." ”

(End of chapter)