Chapter 316 305. Those who follow the devil?
People panicked.
They don't understand why the punishment has befallen them, they don't understand why their piety has brought disaster to them, and they don't understand why angels who are different from those described in the books have descended here.
It was said that the angel was supposed to be a humble giant in gray armor, but now it was a man in blue armor who suddenly came here.
Whispers spread from unknown corners. Some people called them false angels, while others were more blunt and called them fallen angels.
Cyrene did not hear this statement, otherwise she might have used it. Now, she was standing on the balcony of her home, spitting at the soldier wearing shiny blue armor with pearls inlaid on the edge of the armor, cursing them for why Destroy a city loyal to the Emperor.
"Tell me the truth! We are loyal to the empire, loyal to the God Emperor! Why does he punish us!"
The soldier maintaining order ignored her, as if her scolding was like air. He just repeatedly warned people not to resist and to take care of themselves. luggage.
Additionally, he specifically warned people not to attempt to leave their homes at night.
Cyrene was tired of scolding her, so she sat on the balcony panting, staring at a bunch of purple-red setting sun - it was going to be night soon.
Night is coming.
Cyrene suddenly had an idea. She wanted to know why, she wanted to know the truth, she wanted to know why the gods abandoned them - or worse... betrayal... She would rather die
because she saw the truth than to be a frightened person. Huddled like a lamb in your home, praying that the butcher wouldn't pick on you.
So Cyrene left quietly from the balcony, wrapped her clothes tightly, took the dagger and a copy of the Book of Holy Scripture she had written in her hand, then she opened the door and left in the hazy transition between chaos and dusk.
In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the soldiers, she specially chose a remote and hidden path. Several times, those people walked through the light at the street entrance, while she hid in the city's sewers.
But after she left the house, she didn't know where she was going. Cyrene first followed the path to the square, where many soldiers were stationed. She could only glance at the smashed sculptures from a distance. The God Emperor's head was lying on the ground, looking at her quietly, as if crying.
The night gradually fell.
Cyrene leaned in the alley in confusion. Nothing happened in the darkness - at least she didn't observe anything. The blue-armored soldiers were no different from their actions during the day. They were still carrying heavy weapons. Firearms were patrolled over and over again on the streets, and they even had time to start investigating the residents of Perfect City.
Maybe she should go -
Cyrene's legs suddenly softened, and she collapsed on the ground. A sense of emptiness and powerlessness suddenly enveloped her like a veil.
A feeling of vomiting like drowning rolled in her stomach. She covered her mouth tightly and curled up and hid in the darkness of the sewer entrance.
After a short period of time, maybe less than a minute, that feeling quickly subsided, disappearing without a trace, leaving nothing but a slight feeling of powerlessness.
what is that? !
Cyrene stuck her head out in panic and nervousness. She held her dagger and silently prayed for the God Emperor's blessing in her heart.
But there was nothing in the darkness, except for the empty streets, and there was no abnormality with traces of blasphemy.
Cyrene suddenly realized that the blue-armored soldiers who had been patrolling the streets just now were missing. Their monotonous and boring The sounds of expulsion and footsteps disappeared!
She felt her heart pounding. Cyrene thought that she had definitely just touched something, that she had definitely discovered something - that feeling, that was definitely not an illusion, and she had lived in the Perfect City for eighteen years. , this city has never given her this feeling.
Cyrene took a deep breath. The feeling just now made her physically scared, but she still hoped to seek the truth - her hometown was about to be destroyed, and this fact made her fearless.
She recited the Book of Psalms softly and walked out of the alley where she was hiding. The street was empty. A homeless man huddled against the wall with his head in his hands. Cyrene held a dagger and moved forward, trying to ask what happened on the street just now.
The answer she got was that there was nothing on the street just now, and nothing passed here, but the homeless man also felt the strong sense of powerlessness that Cyrene felt.
The tramp grabbed Cyrene's hand and shook his head violently,
"Don't go, that's a monster, a demon... The devil wants to destroy the true believers of the God Emperor, and it deceived us."
Cyrene swallowed his saliva , she resolutely pulled out her hand, thinking about the God Emperor silently in her heart. Now she stood here, not knowing where to look for the existence that had just brought panic to them, and just like responding to her confusion - the gentle black tide surged up again
. The homeless man next to Cyrene screamed strangely, while Cyrene leaned against the wall. She tried to use her five senses to feel it. This time, the feeling of loss of strength was obviously not as strong as before. It was... it was there. side!
Cyrene felt it! She stumbled and walked there, rubbing against the wall. Sure enough, the feeling of emptiness became stronger. She felt her stomach juices surging. Cyrene took a deep breath and began to pray to the God Emperor.
... God still loves His believers. When Cyrene prayed, she was surprised to find that part of the power had returned, although it was still extremely weak.
And the next moment she discovered this, the black tide disappeared instantly. It faded along the slate brick wall. Cyrene didn't even think about it. She started running. She called the God Emperor in her heart and followed. Those feelings made her sick.
As she walked through countless streets in Cyrene, she gradually found a pattern. Every three minutes or so, the nauseating curse would come. It would last for thirty seconds and then disappear.
Not only her, Cyrene looked through the window and saw people at home lying on the ground in various shapes, terrified by the sudden feeling of exhaustion.
Compared to those who stayed at home waiting for judgment, Cyrene, who was running, felt a sense of pride. Only she dared to face the devil directly, and the God Emperor gave her strength - this knowledge made her become She has become more pious, which also allows her to run with all her strength when the next curse comes.
Finally, relying on her own feelings, Cyrene came to a remote sculpture hall. She was impressed by this place, where traces of the world conquered by the gray-armored angels were displayed to praise the achievements of the angels, while people usually Rarely come to this place.
Some black figures appeared in her sight. Cyrene was prostrate on the ground. She carefully prepared -
"Get up."
The giant in golden armor suddenly appeared. He was holding a halberd, and now the silver spear was pointing at it. she.
Cyrene's heart stopped for a beat, and she stood up tremblingly. The dagger in her hand was knocked to the ground like a toy by the warrior's halberd. She wanted to refute something, but the golden warrior's The pressure of the man in blue armor was far greater than before. She tried her best, but she could only look at him angrily.
Is she going to die? Die on the way to find the truth?
But the soldier didn't kill her. On the contrary, he stopped and whispered into the helmet, as if waiting for someone - the
next moment, the bright green ghost eyes opened in the dark darkness, and they floated in the air. Crying tears of cruelty and indifference.
Something was approaching her in the darkness.
Cyrene felt like she couldn't breathe. She began to suffocate.
The scarlet light lit up and looking at her, Cyrene suddenly realized that there was a giant standing in front of him - a real person who was far taller than those soldiers.
The giant waved his hand, signaling the warrior to put down his halberd. The warrior slashed her with his eye knife, and then put down the weapon as if unwilling to do so.
"You have been following us, why?"
Cyrene gritted her teeth and said,
"I want to ask you why you want to destroy this place? Why do you punish the devout believers? We are loyal to the God Emperor and the Empire, and we have never had any dissent. ——"
"Unless..."
Cyrene's breathing began to become rapid. Thinking of the feeling just now, she knew that she had touched the truth,
"You are a demon, right? They are fallen angels?"
The next moment, There was a loud bang, and Cyrene trembled violently. She saw the giant tightly holding the halberd that the warrior stabbed at her. The halberd even began to twist slightly under the force.
"Lower your temper, Charon. After all, she is loyal to the emperor - she is still extremely pious and a very dazzling light of faith." A relaxed voice
sounded,
"My lord, I think you need to establish your dignity."
"She It's just ignorance, you want to know the truth? Madam, maybe you can come with me to see the truth."
Hades blinked, Charon backed down, and he let go of his hand on the halberd.
In Hades's black field of vision, there was a little person following them. He was still wondering what it was at first, but as time went by, he found that the golden flame began to burn on this soul, and it became more and more prosperous.
He may know who she is... The Blessed Lady, in the original novel, gave up evacuation and faced the burning of the Perfect City, and was the only human being to survive.
After that, she also became the Word Bearers' commemorator to "commemorate" this failure, and she has the ability to calm down the Word Bearers who are in pain because of their faith.
Hades clapped his hands and signaled the congratulated lady if she wanted to go into the building with him and take a look. In the special perspective, there were no explosives or other devices buried in the front, rear, left and right of the sculpture hall.
And the people in that building?
They were all dead long ago, without even a drop of blood being shed.
No more, 5k words today
(end of this chapter)