Margarita raised her hands in the air, opened her soft arms, and looked up at the sky, her cry full of almost reverent hope.

At this moment, all the people who had been kneeling and praying for the past seven days raised their heads high with her movements, looking up at the clear and pure blue sky.

Even the crowd of onlookers around them couldn't help but look in the direction of the sky.

In the perspective outside of the spiritual vision, there is a faint light in everyone's eyes.

Time seemed to slow down a little under the influence of the spiritual power that contained the desire to pray, and almost drew people's attention to the sky.

All the devout and pan-believers who stood in the center of the square and prayed couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

That's a symptom of mental exhaustion.

However, until nearly a minute passed, the sky remained clear and showed no signs of change.

The crowd gathered around the square couldn't help but riot.

"Hahaha, these idiots."

"You all hear it! You've all heard it, I told you that they were fools! What an idiot! ”

"Hehe, the Goddess Meritelli Cult, the Eternal Flame Cult, and even the so-called Sun Cult, the so-called state religion that prevails in the south of Nilfgaard, which sect really has a god? Fools, it's already ragnarok! ”

"Shut up! You Godless and fatherless heretic! ”

"How could it be! They are already so religious...... Have such devout believers been abandoned by their gods? ”

Everyone around them was abusive, arguing, and sarcastic.

But what is strange is that the believers standing in the center of the square are all standing motionless one by one, still looking up at the solid sky.

At that moment, they heard a voice from the sky.

Hoarse and dull.

It was as if the sky was falling apart.

It was as if something indescribably huge had fallen from the sky.

The noise around them was getting louder and louder, but it couldn't resist the formless, huge presence that was ringing in their ears.

Believers look up at the sky.

Margarita and the sorceress apprentices behind her looked up as well.

At the same time, Ciri, who was standing in the abandoned warehouse, was also looking up at the sky.

They seemed to know something.

Suddenly,

The clear sky of pure color, in the absence of clouds, suddenly turned from pure blue to a heavy gray.

The surrounding noise suddenly stopped.

At this moment, no matter how dull their senses were, they noticed an anomaly in the sky.

"The sky... What happened to the sky? ”

"Strange, is it a dark cloud from somewhere?"

"Nonsense! Even the sun can see it...... But why did the sky darken? ”

"I, I must have been possessed by a demon just now, that's why I said such disrespectful words to the gods... I—I must have been possessed by a demon......"

"It must have been their prayer, attracting the attention of the gods! Look at the sun in the sky, the eyes of the gods!! ”

Fear, adoration, envy, quarrels.

Various sounds mingle together.

Everyone was caught by the vision of the sky that this prayer had caused.

Whether it is a merchant or hawker, a wharf laborer, a street nobleman, or a court scholar.

All the people who noticed this vision were unconsciously attracted by this strange scene and walked out of the door.

The whole of Vegema came to a brief halt in the shadow of this vision.

As the gray sky gradually deepened, the whole sky seemed to turn into a dark night after dusk in this second, except for the sun hanging high in the sky slightly weird.

And as the night continued to spread, even the sun was completely obscured.

The whole of Virjema fell into a hazy and deep night.

In this abruptly dark night, all the people scattered in Vigema lost their way and could not see their fingers.

In just such a short moment, the fear without a bottom line continued to rush out from the bottom of people's hearts with the lost vision.

Everyone was at a loss.

In the endless darkness of the night, only a small pillar of light was projected downward from the pure black sky, enveloping the small pure space of the center of the square and the abandoned warehouse opposite.

It reflects the pure and peaceful smile on the faces of the believers who kneel and pray.

The people scattered in the night gathered like moths to a fire towards the only source of light.

Nearly 100,000 people living in the city of Vigema gathered in the direction of the light like a tidal wave.

Just gathered around the light source, even if it was blocked by the invisible barrier of faith, the people who were lost in the dark night also felt an indescribable peace of mind and warmth.

I don't know how long it took to wait, but perhaps all the people of Virgin had gathered here, and the crowd had been crowded from the center of the square in the wide surrounding streets, whether it was farmers, hunters, merchants, or nobles.

At this time, they are just lambs who have lost their direction and light.

Under everyone's gaze, a pure white light curtain was projected from the center of the pure black sky, as if the black sky dome had been punctured, revealing the brilliant world outside.

Then they saw the world.

Another world.

On the other side of the vault, all the earth was paved with long gray slabs, flanked by tall pillars, and the surrounding houses were like Babylonian pillars reaching to the zenith, each side of which was joined by expensive transparent glass.

Even the most knowledgeable scholar could not understand how the hard, yet brittle glass could support such a large house.

All the people on the road were tall and muscular, most of them looked like humans, some had animal features, and some had most of their bodies like animals.

Ordinary creatures didn't recognize their true bodies, but many merchants and nobles who had seen the world widened their eyes - this must be a magical beast that could transform with magic-like shapes!

However, this is also too much.

You must know that with the exception of a small number of beings with different talents, the use of spell-like transformations is the exclusive preserve of high-level and above professionals.

The civilians were completely oblivious to this, and their eyes were gradually drifting away as the camera zoomed in.

This scene after scene is a prosperous scene that they have never seen in their lives, let alone imagined.

It's like a dream.

I saw that the picture was pulled to a solemn-looking structure, with many people coming in and out, and the whole body was made of metal structure, and the interior was a structure separated by glass and marble tabletops.

At the counters, people in all kinds of uniforms pushed out a card or a pile of paper across the counter, not knowing what they were doing.

The camera zooms in as it zooms in, passing through the chamber of heavy metal and walls, and everyone's breathing stops.

Bright, brilliant, incomparably gorgeous.

Even if it is a person who is clear, his pupils can't help but become a little dilated at this time.

Gold.

Pile upon pile, as huge as a mountain range, gold bricks were piled up.

Pure gold, in the vast majority of worlds where humans exist, is the color that is most attractive to humans.

No one can resist the temptation of the mountains of gold.

The camera zooms in and onto the gold brick, where the symbol of a brick is engraved on the arc of a waning moon.

Everyone's breathing couldn't help but become heavy, and the thoughts in their minds gradually became chaotic.

Everyone's heart was filled with pure fanaticism and worship, and some even knelt on the spot and chanted the name of the Lord of Capital.

This worship immediately produced a very vivid cascading effect.

As the first person knelt, everyone bent their knees and chanted the name of the god in the direction of the sky under the impetus of this inexplicable atmosphere.

Even those who can barely maintain their sanity are gradually at a loss under their drive, the herd mentality overwhelms reason, and everyone is like a wave of people who dedicate their fanaticism and spirit under the drive of the crowd.

At this moment, no one dares to question the authenticity of the master of capital.

Accompanied by a crowd chanting the name of the god, the symbol originally engraved on the gold bricks in the sky gradually dyed a touch of pure red.

The more the crowd shouted, the more frenetic they became, and the more they couldn't help but dedicate their spirit and beliefs, the faster the golden waning moon and gold bricks in the sky dyed red.

Eventually, all that remained of the celestial dome was the symbol dyed pure cherry red.

Suddenly, the crowd stopped.

Everyone stared blankly at the red brick waning moon in the sky.

In front of that symbol, a faint ripple was set off, like a wave.

A hand slowly lifted the sky from behind the symbol and walked out of it.

The whole body is surrounded by invisible light.

Vaguely, only a few extremely strong professionals could barely see the faces beneath the light.

Black hair and black eyes.

The appearance is so handsome that it is almost bewitching, and people can fall into it at a glance.

The body is strong and toned.

Only those who are close to the legend are qualified to see his true face.

That is, the legendary lord of capital?

It's just that the capital ...... What exactly?

This question arose in everyone's hearts, the only time in a thousand years that the true God had descended into the mortal world, and the sight of countless people seeing it together, made it difficult for them to contain the longing in their hearts, and they wanted to immediately rush to understand, to excavate, and to believe.

Even if it comes at the cost of giving up everything you have.

At this time, even the most determined atheists and materialists just shouted could not stop bending their knees.

The emotion in his eyes is not known whether it is fanaticism or adoration.

However, the existence of the heavenly vault completely ignored the kneeling hypocrites around him.

His gaze was like a pillar of light in the night, staring only at the believers who had been kneeling down from the beginning.

At this time, the door of the abandoned warehouse under the light suddenly opened.

At this time, Ciri walked out of the gate with long golden pale blonde hair, a crown engraved with a red brick waning moon, a slender staff in his hand, and the same clothes as Margarita and the others.

Every step taken is imprinted with pure white light on the ground.

"O noble, loving, just, and equal lord of capital!" Ciri tilted his head and looked at the light in the sky, "The earth and creatures you have created are being ruled by countless evils. ”

"They have expelled our brothers, killed our sisters, and destroyed all the happiness and power we have."

"Under this endless suffering, we dig up history, go back in time, and regain our faith in you from the endless loss."

"We long for your protection."

"We yearn for a life without barriers."

"We long for a safe haven of stability."

"We, long for your faith."

"Please give us light."

"Master of Capital!"

With Pope Ciri's last cry, the rest of the believers seemed to be resonated in some way, and they all looked up to the sky with their hands folded and prayed.

"Please give us light!"

"Master of Capital!"

Ciri slammed his staff according to the script and looked up at the sky:

"Capital is everything!"

This time, not only the believers under the light, but also the many people who gathered around to kneel and worship, also knelt down and shouted:

"Capital is everything!"

The overlapping sound is like the roar of the waves on the shore, which is deafening.

Under the seemingly endless shouts of the waves, the gods in the sky with a faint light and shadow once again set off a little ripple, as if a stone fell into the surface of the lake.

Looking at the only shining sky in the night sky, everyone unconsciously quieted down under this ripple.

Then they saw the figure in the sky speak:

"I said, Let there be light."

Almost as a matter of course, the dark night that covered the entire sky began to shake and tremble under this simple divine word.

The tiny pillar of light that surrounded the small group of believers, at this simple command, slowly spread away like mercury falling from the sky to the ground, and gradually dispersed.

The darkness that lingered over the entire city of Vigema was dissipated and scattered with the ever-expanding pillars of light, as fragile as algae leaves on the water, without the slightest resistance.

However, until the boundless darkness of the night had been dispelled, the light had not disappeared.

The lord of capital, who almost obscured the sun from the sky, looked at the dilapidated warehouse quietly, and slowly spoke:

"I say, 'Believers should have a place to live.'"

As soon as the words fell, before the surrounding kneeling onlookers could react, they saw that the dilapidated warehouse that the female pope had just walked out of was shattered inch by inch like glass, and then collapsed to the ground.

Immediately after, bright red light particles gathered from all directions, gathering little by little on the foundation of the warehouse that had just collapsed.

In a very short period of time, this brilliant light like the setting sun turned the newly collapsed flat ground into pieces like bricks and tiles, and built a pure white bell tower thirty or forty meters high from the ruins, far exceeding the top of the palace.

Everyone stopped breathing at this scene, not daring to take a big breath.

Only in the past few days, they have gathered behind the sorceresses, and the people who have inexplicably followed and worshiped together suddenly became excited, looking up at the unimaginably tall clock tower one by one, with tears in their eyes.

Finally, the figure in the sky spoke again:

"I say that capital can be believed by all things."

This time, there were no more miracles.

However, this sentence has become the yearning of all the people present in the future life, completely rewriting the entire content of their lives.

The ancient city of Vegema, after the legendary miracle, ushered in the biggest transformation since its construction.

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Later, the "Old Diary" recorded this history in only two simple lines:

The Lord came to Vijma.

Give light, give shelter, give direction to believers.

It's just that these two lines are recorded at the beginning of the entire "Old Diary".

Interestingly, no one records who brought the darkness before the Lord bestowed the so-called 'light'.