quicksilver blood

Chapter 510 The Gift of Healing

“You shall praise my name—you shall worship me!”

The rumbling sound driven by the wind and atmosphere spread around the world, and with the light falling like a torrential rain, people subconsciously chose to believe Roland's words.

They ignored the priests who were furiously preventing them from moving, but chose to kneel down immediately and prayed to the sky.

"You must repent," Roland's voice rolled in the air, "because this is a sinful and filthy generation, and there are no miracles for you to see in this generation. But you don't think yourselves are filthy, you just think that there are no miracles in this world!"

"I will tell you that you are guilty!"

"Pray! You should judge your own sins, punish your own sins, and be sure for yourselves until you are truly clean."

"Until that day, I will forgive you in the name of the teacher! Because you are truly clean—"

"You test me, and I will testify to you——I will perform great miracles in my name, Roland, and perform seven great miracles in three days!"

It was not until these words were uttered that people finally realized who that rumbling Tianyin was.

That's Roland!

That's Saint Laurent of Bansa!

Man of Supreme Justice!He who extols the truth!Bringer of miracles!

That is the only saint in this era, the only person worthy of worship——

"My, my legs are healed!"

Suddenly, a lame man on the street corner stood up tremblingly, pointing at his broken leg with trembling fingers, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

The people around couldn't help covering their mouths.

Of course they knew the old cripple.

He was a strong and kind mercenary 20 years ago, but after his leg was bitten off by a monster and he lost his career as a mercenary, he became a poor drunk who wandered around the corner tavern.

His left leg, which had been bitten off by a monster, grew back at some point, and it was as strong as it was 20 years ago.And his originally shriveled, emaciated and lifeless body became healthy again.

The old cripple looked at his healed broken leg and was stunned for a long time, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't utter a word trembling with excitement.

Then, he knelt down on the ground with a bang, and cried like a child.

"Your Majesty Roland...Your Majesty Roland! Your Majesty Roland!"

No one would be surprised by this old soldier who was so old that he would die on the street corner one day, knelt on the ground, kowtowed desperately, and stammered praises to Roland with a prayer he had almost forgotten in a sobbing voice: "You are the highest! You are everything...I praise your name, you are the highest miracle..."

After being reminded by the old cripple, people came to their senses and looked at themselves in a daze.

And then they find themselves bathed in a shower of delightful light without knowing when their scars and wounds have faded away.

That's right - whether it's scars, wounds or diseases, they all heal silently.All those who were bathed in the light rain were perfectly healed, without even the slightest pain or discomfort.

Even people who are born with disabilities, after being bathed in this light rain full of vitality, their disabilities are also cured.Those dying people who were on the verge of death were also rescued abruptly, and their lives continued.

After people realized what kind of miracle Roland was doing this time, people kept coming out of their homes and going to the open air to welcome the light and rain.

There is no crowding, no quarreling among people, and everything is in order.None of the people who got the miracle of healing refused to leave. They consciously moved away from the best places and gave this miracle to people who needed it more.

What made the people fanatic and made the pastor speechless were those who were suffering from the plague.

The bloodstains on their bodies completely disappeared after being illuminated by the light rain.Now that the sun has just risen, the patient who had just died was rescued abruptly by the light rain of this great miracle, and healed immediately.You can even stand up straight away.

—they were given perfect health.

People fell to their knees one by one and praised Roland loudly.

"Praise Roland!"

"Praise Roland!"

"Praise Roland!!"

"You should praise me, because I will give you the miracle of new birth! I will give you new life!"

Roland's voice rumbled in the sky: "I give you the gift of healing—I will send rain for you!"

Seeing all this, the priests trembled.

"Lord, have you seen! Have you seen this great miracle!"

Someone sobbed and prayed to the holy emblem.

But this time, there was no response from the dim Holy Emblem.

The priests finally found out.

When facing Roland's great miracle, all the gods not only did not impose any punishment, but avoided and panicked, not even daring to respond to the call of the priests.

Just like a mouse scurrying away before the thunder, the priests could clearly see that the gods hesitated and feared in front of this sure miracle.

All their great language that extols themselves is weak and powerless in the face of this great miracle that has finally come.

Prayers were not answered, and divine spells could not be used—the feeling of being deceived flooded the hearts of the priests.

After the priests hesitated for a long time, some people finally threw down their still dim holy symbols one by one, and knelt down solemnly with some kind of consciousness.

"Praise Roland—"

They prayed loudly and praised Roland with the high-pitched, gorgeous and emotional tones unique to preachers.

Unexpected but reasonable, their blasphemous behavior was not punished by the gods.

Then they knew who was greater.

The light rain continued to fall for more than an hour.

The ground has already glowed with a soft white light, as if nourishment has been poured into the earth.Visible greenery emerges from the desert, the lake becomes clear, and even the city appears more vibrant.

"I bless you for your confession!"

When the light rain stopped, Roland's voice sounded again: "I will rain down once a week, until seven years—"

"But I am not banning diseases and disasters for you! Although you have to repent, this world is still guilty!"

"I use the Death Crow as my messenger, you must respect them as you respect me!"

"Beware of the ungodly! Beware of false confessions and false prayers!"

"When the death crow comes, pestilence and fever will destroy the false gods. I will curse them, and the earth will quake, and the eternal mountains will be broken, and the eternal hills will fall. All will be as it was in ancient times, and the gift of healing will not re-exist-"

"You must remember! Use your own good deeds as your own guarantee, and I will protect you from life to life, forever and ever!"

As Roland's voice gradually dissipated from the air, the light rain gradually stopped.

Roland turned his head and reached out to help Kermora, who had been lying on the ground devoutly for a long time, up.

He said gently, "Kyle, this is the miracle you are asking for."

"... I confess to you, Your Majesty,"

Kermora clenched her hands tightly, lowered her head, and confessed in a low voice from the bottom of her heart: "I dare not test your miracles anymore."

"So best."

Roland showed a gentle and loving smile, and replied pointedly.

(End of this chapter)