Blood of Mercury

"Praise the teacher—"

As Sheila's gentle voice sounded, a splendid silver light suddenly erupted from his body.

His black robe is automatic without wind, and the silver streamer flows like a hurricane, like a crow flapping its wings and rolling up a silver hurricane.

The stream of light condensed with him as the center, exuding a dazzling light, covering him and the little boy together.

At this moment, the ground around Shira was cleansed several feet away. The notch of the cross appeared on the ground, and the silver-white light flowed on the ground, shining like mercury.

The flowing mercury, the closed ring, the notch of the cross - all the elements of the temple have been gathered at this moment, and Sirah's side has become a completely holy realm, a simple knot with all the elements of the temple. boundary.

Affected by its holiness, people looked over uncontrollably.

Just looking at the stream of light escaping outward like a vortex, an extremely strong premonition appeared in their hearts.

As if something was about to come, a kind of pressure slowly rolled down from top to bottom.

In their hallucinations, the ground began to shake and crack, gray steles and statues of angels emerged from the ground; the sky became dark and bright, flashing with silver-gray runes, slowly rotating and pressing down like a grinding wheel.

They experienced a near-death hallucination - their vision widened and darkened, their hearts grew louder and slower, their beatings became heavy, their bodies were immobilized, a strange tranquility But it slowly rose in their hearts.

Just by looking at Shira shining with a stream of silver light, they could feel that their weakened bodies received new strength and old wounds were healed. Their eyes see better, their arms become stronger, the scars peel off their skin, and the pain goes away.

The blood stains on the little boy's face quickly faded under the light of Sheila. Although the blood stains did not disappear completely, his sallow face returned to blood color. The painful expression gradually became soothing.

It was over in less than five seconds. People gradually woke up, but found that the ground did not crack, and the sky did not press down. Everything is just a fleeting illusion.

However. That indulgent sense of tranquility emerged in their hearts. A strong sense of comfort that they didn't want to move at all, wishing the world would freeze at this point, almost overwhelmed their minds.

When some slightly stronger-willed people wake up from their fading desire to sleep, they find that their diseases, big and small, have been cured, and the strength of their youth has returned to their bodies. Not only that. Their eye disease has also been cured, and not only can they see farther and more clearly. Even the mind became cold and clear.

Those who witnessed the miracle fell into a longer silence.

It is precisely because they once believed in other gods and accepted the magic of other gods, so they can see that they are standing behind the death crow after a comparison. The existence called "Teacher" must be a **** higher than Sivir and a greater existence than Tyre——

Their theological upbringing was not enough to give them an unmistakable concept though. Let them realize the greatness of the teacher, but at least they know that with less magic fluctuations bring stronger effects. Undoubtedly it shows the power of this **** itself.

A **** even greater than Tyre - if "Teacher" is used as the trump card of the death crow, it can also explain why a mob can successfully gain the upper hand in the war against the Druids.

The so-called popular sentiment is only one aspect of it. A more intuitive and immediate reason. That is, the priests of the mentors can use more divine spells than Druids.

At this time, the people in Norma City thought of their previous attitude towards the death crow, and looked at each other with complicated expressions. Couldn't speak.

With extremely clear thoughts and extremely calm mood, they immediately recognized their mistakes and began to reflect on their stupidity and stubbornness.

"Blessed are you, because you have seen this great miracle and removed the disease from your body."

At this moment, Xila's voice sounded softly: "When your eyes saw this great miracle, you were also cleansed; when you heard the teacher's name, your hearts were also cleansed. I am happy for you, may the Lord bless you ."

Saying that, Sheila took out a tube of bright red potion from her pocket, bent over and handed it to the little boy.

"Just one sip is enough. You can keep the rest, and if anyone has the plague, you can feed him a sip. Don't worry when you run out, there will be other dead crows coming over soon. Saying so, Sheila touched the little boy's head gently, "I believe you won't hide it selfishly, right?"

"Of course! Of course!"

The little boy touched his cheeks, whose bloodstains had faded a lot, and burst into tears: "I want to become a bard...I want to tell everyone that Lord Shira saved me! I will tell them how tolerant and great beings the teacher is. I'm going to let them know your name! I'm going to make you the greatest pastor ever!"

Saying that, he fell to the ground with a thud. Just as he was about to kiss Xila's boots, Xila gently helped her up.

"Good boy... the mentor will bless you."

Sheila was half-knelt, lightly brushing the dust off the boy's pants, holding his head in both hands. The bizarre and icy-looking beak mask seemed to be smiling at this moment, and it seemed extremely gentle and tolerant, giving people a strong sense of security.

Sheila tilted her head halfway, thought for a moment, then smiled distressedly and said, "However, the greatest priest or something should be forgotten. That should be the title that His Majesty Roland deserves."

"Roland... Your Majesty?"

The little boy learned to pronounce the tongue-in-cheek name: "It sounds like a Bansa name. Is he a great person?"

"He was the mentor's elect and pope, my benefactor and godfather."

Xila's voice suddenly became serious, even though he couldn't see his expression through the mask, he could feel his seriousness at the moment: "He is the greatest, kindest and wisest priest I have ever met. Sooner or later his name will be sung on the earth, just as we sing the name of Tyre."

The little boy nodded ignorantly when he heard the words, and said the name slowly in his mouth: "Roland... Your Majesty, huh. I remember it."

He said seriously: "Then, you are the second greatest priest, the greatest priest under His Majesty Roland."

"Have fun as you please."

Xila helplessly rubbed the little boy's head, then stood up and prepared to leave here and continue to the east.

"Pastor Sheila—"

But at this moment, someone called his name and knelt on the ground.

Xila was stunned for a moment, turned her head and found that it was a strong man with a serious and mighty face like a lion. If he stood up straight, he might even be taller than Syrah, who was more than 1.9 meters.

Such a man who fits perfectly with the long-handled battle axe is kneeling on the ground at this moment, almost as high as the boy standing.

Xila tilted her head and asked in a troubled way, "What's the matter with you?"

"Please baptize me, Pastor Sheila," the mighty man said very solemnly, "I want to follow the path of the teacher...follow the path of eternal sleep, please guide me to the right path."

"Ah~www.wuxiaspot.com~Okay. Just come with me."

Sheila did not ask for favors in a high-profile manner like other priests, so she made a gentle promise.

Without hesitation, the man stood up and followed Xila obediently.

Then Sheila continued to shake the cross-shaped bell in her hand, and shouted loudly: "Look here for those who don't believe in gods! Look at the outcasts, the cursed, and the hated!"

It's completely different from when I first came to Norma City. In between, people knelt down in large numbers, removed the marks of other gods on their bodies, and fell reverently on the ground: "Please baptize me too!"

"I also want to believe in the teacher!"

"I'm going to be a pastor! Preach the teacher's way!"

"Praise the tutor! Praise the tutor! Praise the tutor!"

Xila nodded mildly and promised: "Praise the teacher." (To be continued.) Open a new website