St. Aaron's Empire

The holy city of Pest

May 1529 in the Nine Divine Calendar

Tonight's gilded moon is not as glamorous and dazzling as the devotees praise its name, but the faint glow of goose yellow seems warm, soothing the silent holy city of Pest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The thousand-year-old city is not as majestic and sacred as it is during the day, and the sacred runes proclaiming the teachings of the gods and the royal sigils symbolizing the glory of the clan are no longer visible on the walls of the city where the horses are juxtaposed, only the magical flames in the terraces and watchtowers are quietly burning.

Although the protection of the moon god made everything seem warm and natural, the disappearance of the nine gods for two hundred years had brought the faith that spanned all intelligent races to the brink of falling apart. If it weren't for the magicians who could meditate on their magic, and the priests of the Sun God and the Moon Temple who could unleash their magic, there would have been foolish people who thought the gods had fallen.

Perhaps the gods felt the power of faith weakening, and in the light of the gilded moon, the gods responded.

The original soft wind gradually became stronger, and I don't know whose windows were not closed, swaying in the wind, squeaking, waking up the sleeping babies in other houses, and crying incessantly. The night sky, which was originally as clear as a mirror, also gathered thick clouds, slowly swirling, slowly swallowing the night outward. The wind grew louder and louder, and the thick branches of the bowl wailed and broke, and then they were swept into the sky. The wind swept through the sky over the holy city of Pest, carrying the broken branches and leaves, soaring towards the whirlpool of clouds.

"Roaring ——"

Behind the whirlpool came the long groans of dragons and the angry roars of humans, and the Holy City, apparently frightened by the anger behind the shouts, was no longer quiet, and the awakened people lit their lamps and tried to comfort the terrified children with their faces written all over them. The holy city was lit up, but in such a wind, the lights of the thousands of homes only seemed to be crumbling, and the soldiers defending the city shrank behind the battlements, raising the broken flames and looking at the sky in horror.

Just when people were at a loss, a bright yellow light suddenly shot out from the whirlpool.

In an instant everything was still, the wind stopped, and only the chaotic branches and leaves in the air swirled and then slowly fell, the flames in the hands of the soldiers suddenly became vigorous, and the sound of burning and crackling wood could be faintly heard, and the baby stopped crying, and was carried out of the house by his parents, looking curiously at the sky.

The bright yellow light in the sky slowly condensed, and the bright yellow light gathered into a cluster of light slowly fell. The clouds that filled the sky had not yet dispersed, and the light of the moon god could not shine here, and the bright yellow light was the only light in the sky. Yes, like the supreme god, at this moment, maybe it is the only god. The pious people of the Holy City felt that the hateful hypocrites and heretics would have thought so when they saw this. The devout people knelt on the ground, folded their hands, and watched as the light fell, slowly setting to the northeast of the holy city. The bright yellow light leaned against the mountains, slowly shrinking, dissipating, and finally falling into darkness.

The moment the halo completely dissipated, people seemed to wake up suddenly, bowing frantically and kissing the earth. Even at night, the faithful spared no effort to sing the praises of the greatness of the gods, and the miracles they saw for the first time in their lives, the miracles that had not been seen for two hundred years, injected infinite vitality into every missionary. The bishops seemed calmer, admiring the return of the gods in their hearts, while trying to soothe their trembling hands, maintaining their dignified image in front of the servants, even if they were only pajamas and not the usual luxurious bishops' red robes. The whole city was bustling with people, bright as day, celebrating the return of the gods and singing the praises of the greatness of the miracles.

A clear neighing of horses rang out untimely, and the earth shook with the sound of horses' hooves like a dense drumbeat, and rushed out of the city gate towards the northeast of the dust.

The Holy Knight is the most elite unit of the Holy Aaron Empire, each Holy Knight has the title of Viscount at the lowest, white clothes and white horses, white guns and white swords, the gorgeous sacred runes on the armor are not just decorations, the faint white light emitted by the runes shows excellent defense and magic resistance. Since its creation, the Holy Knight has gone through hundreds of battles, large and small, without a single defeat. However, it was the Holy Knights who had never appeared only on the hardest battlefields, the Holy Knights who had never routed the enemy from the front, took off their signature silver-white armor, wore night clothes, carried short swords in their hands, and daggers stuck in their waists, rushed out of the Holy City, and under the cover of night, they went straight to the northeast, and the fifteen horsemen scattered neatly, rushing into the forest that the knights had never been good at, searching for the light that fell from the sky.

The dense woods were by no means a good place to control the horses, but the knights deftly bypassed all the trees, and moved forward quickly, searching, and the knights were getting more and more scattered, and gradually they could not see each other.

One of the knights seemed to be a little different, maybe it was the momentum of the long reign on his body, maybe it was the cold air of the short sword in his hand, in short, he was separated from his companions, and he seemed to have discovered something. There seemed to be a flickering yellow glimmer ahead, and the knight quietly dismounted, tied the horse to a nearby tree, patted the old fellow's neck, pulled out the dagger from behind his waist and held it in his left hand, and held a short sword in his right hand. The knight lowered his body, never stepping on a branch or a piece of dirt under his feet, and each time he landed accurately on the roots or hard ground, and walked silently.

The trees in front of him gradually thinned out, and the yellow light became clearer and clearer, and the knight pulled a standard cross sword flower, moving his wrist to prepare for a possible battle. The knight finally reached the edge of the woods and leaned against a tree. Behind him was the yellow ball of light, the direct order from Aaron the Great made the knight have to be cautious, the knight slowly exhaled, just like mobilizing his body countless times before the battle, ready for everything, poked his head out, and looked behind him...

It didn't seem to be the knight's nervousness, and there were only a few low-rise wooden huts behind him, which were poorly made, but they must have been very comfortable to live in. The knight walked to the back of the wooden house, and saw that the yellow light cluster was floating in the center of the wooden house, it was a carefully woven bamboo basket, floating in the air, floating up and down, it seemed that there were two fleshy little arms stretched out and waving, the little person in the bamboo basket must be full of curiosity and smiles. With a creak, the door of the nearby wooden house opened, and a naked, little boy came out awkwardly, not much older than the child in the bamboo basket. The little boy continued to walk, walking crookedly, the soft baby fat and the watery eyes, looking lovely and holy.

The knight came out of the back of the hut, approached slowly, looked at the little boy who was tilting his head to look at him in the basket, and then at the little boy who had come all the way to the basket, and felt that the dagger and dagger in his hand were a little out of place, so he put them back into their sheaths. The little boy holding the edge of the bamboo basket panting seemed to be resting, looked up at the knight, and seemed to always think that the bamboo basket was more interesting, so he looked into the bamboo basket and reached in as if he touched this little cutie who was similar to himself.

The child in the bamboo basket seemed to think the same way, and also stretched out his hand, so the palms of the two little boys touched together. The two fleshy little hands poked and rubbed against each other, and finally the palms were clasped together, and a smile bloomed on the faces of the little boys, and two large black eyes looked at the knight. The knight seemed to see his own reflection in these two pure eyes, and the smiles of the little boys melted his heart, which had been frozen by years of iron-blooded life, and he also wanted to touch the two little boys.

Sudden mutations.

The pale yellow light that had originally surrounded the bamboo basket brightened brightly, rushing into the palms of the two little boys, who flared their arms frantically, but the two hands seemed to be glued together, and they could not be separated. The knight was shocked, pulled out the dagger at his waist with his left hand, and slashed at the yellow light between the palms of his two hands. The Holy Knight's virtuosity was on perfect display, the dagger slashed between his hands without the slightest force, and the yellow light was neatly parted and wrapped around the right arms of the two little boys. The bamboo basket was bounced backwards to the ground, and it glowed with a faint yellow light, but it was much dimmer and weaker than before. The little boy inside was frightened and cried, the light on his right arm turned red, and then gradually dissipated, and the little boy who came also fell to the ground, holding his right arm and crying, the yellow light on his arm turned blue, and then gradually dispersed.

The knight breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a sudden heart-piercing pain in his left hand, only to see a yellow circle of light around his left hand, moving up along the arm from the dagger, and the part below the aperture was only white bones, and the flesh and blood were accurately melted, peeled off, turned into scorching blood, and dripped on the ground with a snorting sound.

The knight knew this the moment he drew his dagger, and he didn't know why he did such a thing, as if the pain on the faces of the two children was the greatest motivation. The knight drew his short sword and slashed at his left shoulder! The incomparable blade swam between the bones, and slashed down with a sword! The left arm twisted and fell to the ground, and the knight knelt on the ground in pain, sweating profusely, and watched indifferently as his left arm was burned by the aperture.

"Arthur——! Arthur ——!"

The lights had been lit up by the light of the fire and the cry of the child, and the anxious parents and relatives were desperate to find the child missing. The knight knew he had made a mistake, a big mistake, and he had to fix it, even if the cost of fixing it might be unbearable. The knight thrust his short sword into the ground with all his might, turned his back to the Holy City, and faced the northeast, kneeling and kneeling with his right hand clasped over his chest, and buried his head deep in the most standard knightly salute.

In a hill northeast of the holy city of Pest, a fire rises.

Aside from that group of Holy Knights, no one seemed to care about the little episodes of the night of miracles.

People only remember the obituary the next day after the night of miracles.

Simon Aaron, Master of the Holy Knights and Prince of the Holy Aaron Empire, is killed!

It is said that Prince Simon encountered more than a dozen heretics during the exploration of the place of miracles, and the other knights could not rescue them, so they were finally outnumbered, and in order to protect the place of miracles, they attracted the magic flame and the heretics to die together!

Enraged, Aaron the Great executed fourteen fellow Holy Knights on the second day of the Night of the Miracles, and locked down the holy city of Pest for five days in search of hypocrites and heretics.

Five days later, the seventh son of Aaron the Great was born and gave him the name Lance.