141 The gods rob the faith.
As Adela had predicted, Aunt Martha and the others turned their heads curiously and followed her gaze to the sky.
At this moment, the brilliance of the silver moon and the red moon in the sky has become a little dim, and the bright light of the North Star appears in the sky. In the dark sky, it is extremely eye-catching. And under the glittering starlight, three angels in white robes with wings flapping lightly behind their backs, holding golden blades and scepters, are flying rapidly in this direction!
Although they have pitch-black wings, under the glow of the North Star, they are like black meteors, and they disappear in a flash.
At the same time, a dignified tone suddenly came through the minds of these people.
"A virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him the Star of the Dawn. Blessed is the pure in heart, and he will see the true God, blessed is the merciful, and he will receive God's favor, and blessed is the pious, and he will glorify himself. β
In the astonished eyes of the paupers, the figures of three black-winged angels swept by and quickly disappeared from their sights. They are in place in a daze, you look at me, I look at you, overwhelmed.
And Maria, who was already unconscious, suddenly straightened her waist as if she was possessed, and looked at everyone with a very strange look. In a deep, irrefutable male voice, she said, "My Son's name is Jesus Christ." You have to submit to him, for death is equality, and darkness is the end. β
Before the crowd could react, Mary collapsed in a haystack.
Although Ronald had never heard the sound, he had already vaguely guessed the scene in the crystal ball. In order to confirm what he was thinking, he still cautiously asked, "What kind of trick is this?"
"The Lord of Dawn has descended, and Lord Lucifer, the god of darkness representing death and equality, will return to rule Erathia. β
He looked at Cain and found that Cain was extremely confident in his eyes, and Ronald lowered his eyelids and was silent for a moment. He lowered his head again and took a closer look at the crystal ball in his hand.
He saw that the poor people had spontaneously gathered around Adela and Maria, and their faces were excited. They raised their hands, their lips trembling as if they were talking fiercely. There were even a few of them, walking back and forth there, their lips opening and closing rapidly, apparently too excited to help themselves.
Ronald, who was silently observing all this, suddenly remembered Lucifer's proverb, "Mortals compete for territory, the strong chase power, and gods rob faith."
The golden chalice that suddenly appeared was Adela's forteβthe Holy Spirit's protection. And the scene in the crystal ball is not a group of poor people who have been blinded by magic tricks and mistaken for miracles, using their faith?
Ronald's eyes narrowed.
Wrong!
But soon, his brain rejected the previous judgment.
Those fools may not know the true body of the Most High God. But Ronald was well aware that Jehovah and Lucifer had been just like him, a holy Seraph......
Combined with Kerry's desire to explore the existence of miracles, Ronald felt as if he could touch the threshold of "God". However, it is even close at hand, but it always seems to be out of reach. The invisible wall made it impossible for him to enter and explore the truth.
"The faith of the people, the branches of the world tree, the water of life......" he muttered the words, trying to unravel the cause and effect.
Cain asked softly, "What's the matter, Samael?"
Ronald came back from his trance and quickly decided, "Cain, I still don't want to work with that woman." β
Cain smiled bitterly: "Angel of the source fire, why should you obey the command of mortals. You said this when Adela was chosen by Lucifer to grant immortality. β
Rhonard said proudly: "That's right. β
"It's been a thousand years, Samael. β
"That's right. Ronald's expression softened: "This is my little self-esteem, and I don't want to change it." β
"That can only hope that we will not become enemies in battle. Cain no longer persuaded, but slowly raised his hand and pulled up the mask: "I still have a lot to do, so ......"
Ronald abruptly raised his right hand halfway, both as an interruption and as a farewell: "Goodbye, Angel of Blood, my companion." β
The blood-colored portal slammed open, engulfing Cain's form.
Ronald's gaze remained on the portal until the space closed and became invisible.
"Adela, you woman......"
Ronald sighed heavily, and ice crystals condensed under his feet, a slight crackling sound of freezing sounded, and soon the rudiments of a teleportation circle appeared under his feet.
Unlike Cain, he has not fully recovered his strength yet, so he is unable to conjure up a portal anytime soon. The only way to do this is to freeze the ground into ice and use magic to create a circle to trigger the teleportation circle.
At the moment when the spatial door disappeared, Ronald had already arrived at the place where the bones were buried.
At this moment, it was still dark, and the magic coral vine and golden silk vine were hidden in the dim night, and only a large black darkness appeared. A few strands of ice-edged vines rattled, fangs and claws, ready to devour those who tried to break in.
Ronald didn't intend to go deep into the valley, he summoned the goblin and gave the order: "Go find the elf." β
Irel was a little dissatisfied, and was about to say something, but was intimidated by Ronald's stern expression. She held back the fire in her heart, and after cursing a few words secretly, she flew into the depths of the valley with a crystal point of light.
Half an hour later, Irel flew back.
Seeing a sullen expression on her face, Ronald had some bad premonitions. Sure enough, the goblin drooped his head and delivered him bad news.
"Eve is gone......"
Ronald narrowed his eyes: "Didn't lie to me?"
"I swear!" the goblin swore hastily.
Ronald waved his hand impatiently, and Gacha Gacha stepped on the thick snow, and then walked to a rock, and despite the thick snow on it, he sat down straight.
The cold wind whined, blowing his short hair to the ground. However, the chill did not affect Ronald's musings in any way.
Irel flew up and down there, a little bored. Seeing that he was motionless, she flew towards the vines and began to break the ice edge to play.
In this way, Ronald frowned slightly, remained seated motionless, and then covered in snow. It wasn't until the hazy winter fog rose in the early morning that he raised his head and looked at the little goblin playing in the distance: "I remember at that time, you seemed to leave a spiritual imprint on that elf, is there a way to contact her?"
The elf turned half a circle, docked on a vine that had been frozen out of the ice edge, and shook his head: "That mark has a distance limit, and it can only be detected within a kilometer range." β
Ronald subconsciously rubbed his sideburns.
Elves are so rare that it seems that the thread of the World Tree is broken, leaving only the so-called "faith" and "water of life......
The water of life is estimated to be the same as the elves, and it is estimated that it is also unavoidable, so you can only figure out what faith is first.
Rixis, who is also a god, why are you so fair and righteous, but you have no believers? What kind of existence is faith?
Ronald frowned, and even the wings of his nose furrowed slightly. It suddenly occurred to him that Adela had consciously or unconsciously mentioned the fairy ornament and the matter of the elemental Ivlit.
Could it be that this Adela is planning to reveal some information to me in a subtle way?
He glanced at the goblin who was still breaking the ice cube, and wondered if he should be gentle with her so that he could get the information he wanted. But this idea was only fleeting, and he didn't want to deliberately curry favor, which was against his real surname.
After thinking about it, he decided to go to the Broken Desert.
Meet up with the mage first, wait and see the situation by the way, and wait for the power to fully recover, and then go to the Yfrit.
In the Temple of Fire, there may be an answer to "faith". But it's not so easy to find out. Before visiting Yfrit, he had to regain his strength as soon as possible.
Once he made his decision, he was no longer troubled.
"Alright, stop playing. Ronald stood up, shook his body, and shook the snow to the ground, "It's time for us to go, Irel." β
"Where?" said Iraire.
"Go find the white dragon. β
"White dragon?
Seeing that the goblin's eyes were full of doubts, Ronald remembered that when he first met the white dragon, the goblin had not yet become the ornament on the back of his hand. He shrugged his shoulders and pouted in the direction of the valley: "Not far." Don't you like ice crystals, then let's go slowly and go to the Bern plateau to hunt some magical beasts. β
"Really?" said Irel excitedly flapping her transparent membrane wings and flying in front of Ronald's eyes. Her eyes flashed with anticipation, but her mouth was complaining: "I only got so many magic crystals last time, and I absorbed them all at once." β
"So, let you absorb enough this time. Ronald smiled and strode over to the cave.
As he sealed the goblin on the back of his hand, he suddenly asked, "Most of the magic power absorbed was transferred to you, right?"
The reason for this question is because the magic crystals that Ronald got last time did not contain much magic power, but they also had the basic magic reserves of a high-level mage, which could release at least ten third-order group magic. And after being absorbed by the goblin, he only felt that the increased mana reserves were less than one-tenth. He believes that such a conversion rate is too low, and there may be something wrong with it.
He didn't ask any questions, because he didn't want to, and he didn't have time to deal with them. He hoped that this "daughter" would take the initiative to tell him why.
But, in his mental consciousness, he didn't get a response.
In line with his own estimates, Ronald didn't care, he pulled up his hood and stepped a little faster.
What should come is what is coming. (To be continued.) )