quicksilver blood

Chapter 491 The Miracle of the Believers
"Praise the teacher—"

As Xi La's gentle voice sounded, gorgeous silver light suddenly burst out from his body.

His black robe moves without wind, and the silver streamer flows like a hurricane, just like a crow flapping its wings to roll up a silver hurricane.

The stream of light condensed around him, emitting dazzling light, enveloping him and the little boy.

At this moment, the ground several feet around Xi La was cleansed.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 carvings of the cross - all the elements of the temple have been gathered at this moment, and the side of Xiela has become a completely holy realm, a simple knot that has 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, a very strong premonition appeared in their hearts.

As if something was about to descend, there was a pressure that slowly rolled down from top to bottom.

In their hallucinations, the ground began to shake and crack, and gray steles and statues of angels broke through the ground; the sky became low and bright, with silver-gray runes shining, slowly rotating and pressing down like a millstone.

They felt a hallucination similar to dying-their vision became wider and darker, the sound of the heart became louder but slower, the beating became heavy, the whole body could not move, a strange tranquility But it slowly surged in their hearts.

Just looking at Sira shining with a stream of silver light, they could feel their weakened bodies get new strength and old wounds healed.Their eyes see better, their arms grow stronger, their scars fall off their skin, and their pain disappears.

The bloodstains on the little boy's face quickly faded under the light of Sira. Although the bloodstains did not completely disappear, his sallow face returned to blood.The pained expression also gradually eased.

It only lasted less than five seconds and was over.People gradually woke up, only to find that the ground did not crack and the sky did not press down. Everything was just a fleeting illusion.

However, that intoxicating sense of tranquility emerged in their hearts.A strong sense of comfort that they don't want to move at all, hoping that the world will freeze so far, almost dazzled their minds.

When some people with a little stronger will wake up from the fading desire for long sleep, they find that all their diseases have been cured, and the strength of their youth has returned to their bodies.Not only that, their eye diseases were also cured, not only could they see farther and clearer, but even their minds became cold and clear.

Those who witnessed the miracle fell into a longer silence.

Precisely because they once believed in other gods and accepted the magic of other gods, after comparison, they can better see that the person standing behind the death crow, who is called the "mentor", must be Bixi. A higher god in Vil, a being greater than Tyr——

Although their theological cultivation is not enough to bring them a clear and unmistakable concept and allow them to realize the greatness of their mentor, they at least know that using less magic to bring stronger effects undoubtedly illustrates this god. its own strength.

A god greater than Tire - if the "mentor" is used as the trump card to kill the crow, it can also explain why a group of mobs can successfully gain the upper hand in the war against the druids.

The so-called popular sentiment is only one aspect.The more intuitive and direct reason is that the divine spells that the mentor's priest can use are stronger than those of the druid.

At this time, the people in Norma City recalled their previous attitude towards Sue Crow, and looked at each other with complicated expressions, but they were speechless.

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

"You are blessed, because you can see this great miracle and get rid of the disease on your body."

At this moment, Sira's voice sounded softly: "Your eyes are cleansed when you see this great miracle; your hearts are also cleansed when you hear the name of the teacher. I am happy for you, and may the Lord bless you .”

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

"Just a sip is enough. Keep the rest. If anyone gets the plague, feed him a sip. Don't be impatient after using it up. There will be other death crows coming soon. "With that said, Xila gently touched the little boy's head, "I believe you won't hide it selfishly, right?"

"Of course! Of course!"

The little boy touched his cheeks where the blood stains had faded a lot, and burst into tears: "I want to become a bard...I want to tell everyone that Master Xila saved me! I will tell them how the mentor tolerates a great existence !I want them to know your name! I want you to be the greatest priest ever!"

With that said, he knelt down on the ground with a bang.Just about to kiss Sira's boots, Sira gently helped her up.

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

Xila was half-kneeling, lightly dusting the boy's pants and holding his head with both hands.The strange and cold-looking beak mask seemed to be smiling at this time, looking extremely gentle and tolerant, giving people a strong sense of security.

Sira tilted her head halfway, thought for a while, then smiled distressedly and said, "However, forget about being the greatest pastor. That should be the title His Majesty Roland deserves."

"Roland...Your Majesty?"

The little boy learned to pronounce this somewhat unpronounceable name: "It sounds a bit like the name of a Bantha person. Is he some kind of great person?"

"He is the Elector and Pope of Mentors, my benefactor and godfather."

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

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

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

"Have fun with you."

Xi La rubbed the little boy's head helplessly, then stood up and prepared to leave here and continue eastward.

"Pastor Sheila—"

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

Xi La was stunned, turned around, and found that it was a strong man with a serious and majestic face like a lion.If he stood up straight, he might even be taller than Sila, who is over 1.9 meters.

Such a man who fit perfectly with the long-handled battle ax was now kneeling on the ground, almost as tall as the boy standing.

Xila tilted her head and asked with some trouble: "What's the matter with you?"

"Please baptize me, Pastor Xiela," this mighty man said extremely seriously, "I want to follow the path of my mentor... follow the path of eternal sleep, please lead me to the right path."

"Ah, good. You come with me."

Xi La did not ask for benefits with a high profile like other pastors, but just promised it gently.

Without hesitation, the man stood up and obediently followed behind Xi La.

Then Xila continued to shake the cross-shaped bell in his hand and shouted loudly: "Those who do not believe in gods, look here! The abandoned, the cursed, and the hated people all look here!"

The situation was completely different from when I first came to Norma City.During this period, people knelt down in large groups, removed the marks of other gods from their bodies, and fell on the ground piously: "Please baptize me too!"

"I also want to believe in my mentor!"

"I'm going to be a priest! Spread the Word of the Master!"

"Praise the teacher! Praise the teacher! Praise the teacher!"

Xi La nodded gently, and promised: "Praise the teacher."

(End of this chapter)