Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

"Is the distance of worship closer or farther?"

Walking on the streets of Saint Sokanas, the girl felt a solemn atmosphere that she had never seen in other places.

The tall and magnificent buildings stood like walls hundreds of meters high. Walking under them, it seemed as if you were about to be pressed down by the high walls that blocked the sky in front of you, and there was an illusion that you were about to fall.

There were vehicles driving on the streets, but their style was like some kind of ancient magic locomotive that would only appear in a museum. They were heavy and inconvenient, like a mobile fortress. There were very few tourists here. Everyone who wanted to enter Saint Sokanas had to go through layers of screening. Some might have to apply for ten years before they could get a chance to worship.

Members wearing cult uniforms could be seen everywhere. They all carried metal-shelled scriptures with them. Such books had chains at the bottom, connected to the belt. When they were opened, yellowed and old pages could be seen. Each word in them was handwritten. They also carried a weapon.

In the 20 minutes of walking along the street, the girl saw no less than five groups of people, holding spears, carrying two-handed swords, holding heavy hammers, heavy scepters, etc.

"Please line up and be checked one by one." Every pilgrim entering the Four Saints Cathedral must undergo strict identity and item checks, and is not allowed to bring any electronic devices.

In front of Tilan, many people prayed while taking small steps forward, bowing and saluting every member of the church who passed by. Such a scene made her shake her head slightly, not knowing what to say.

"It's your turn." Half an hour later, it was finally Tilan's turn.

"This is my personal terminal." Because she asked about the situation before coming, Tilan did not bring anything else, only the personal terminal was carried casually.

Speaking of which, if it is really important, she will put it directly in the gap of the space, without having to hide it on her body.

The door frame-like scanner scanned it, everything was normal, Tilan walked through the passage and followed the people in front to the inside.

Passing through the circular towering wall, it is actually still far from the Four Saints Cathedral. There is a square several thousand meters wide. In the center of the giant square, there are four towering cathedrals, each with a different style. The one in the middle has more people worshipping, and that cathedral is the only one with a star logo on the top.

Walking slowly along the black marble square, Tilan can see tall knights riding armored war horses in the distance. These knights wear gorgeous armor with exoskeletons covering their entire bodies. The style is simple, holding straight silver lances and golden round shields, and the war horses under their crotches are mechanical bodies. When walking through the square, the heavy iron hooves are like giant beasts.

The gold and silver exoskeleton armor, the helmet has upright pure white feathers, the long spear in the hand is like a flag, and the silver flag has a twinkling star pattern, mysterious and ancient. They are the God-Forbidden Knights serving the Four Originals. Each of them is above Sequence 6, faintly exuding a powerful aura, intimidating the people who come to pilgrimage.

As Tilan slowly approached the church, the sound of singing hymns gradually became louder and clearer, and there were occasional distant bell sounds in between.

When she came to the foot of the cathedral, she felt more and more magnificent and looked up. The entrance door to the church was about 50 meters high, and there were six such doors, distributed in the six symmetrical directions of the cathedral.

After walking through the long and huge doorway, the moment she came out, her eyes suddenly opened up. A huge human-shaped statue that could not be seen at a glance stood. Although it was a stone statue, the sculpture of the "girl" was light, and the slender hair and soft dress seemed to be floating gently.

The fact that such dynamic beauty can be seen on the hard stone shows the strong craftsmanship of the sculptors.

The huge statue of a young angel is about 500 meters high. Her body rotates and tilts slightly, as if she is dancing. One hand is raised inward, with slender fingers, and the other hand is holding a flower basket with her skirt slightly open. The girl's eyes reveal a faint tenderness and tranquility. The charm is so lifelike that people who see it for the first time can't help but burst into tears and kneel on the ground.

The whole church surrounds and protects the statue like a giant cover, with only the top part open. The light falls from above and shines on the top of the "girl". The slightly raised face also becomes particularly sacred in the halo.

"Praise the wings of the eternal cradle..." The pilgrims kneel on the black marble slabs, put their hands together, and pray and chant continuously.

This situation happened in more than one place. Inside the huge church and on the square where the huge statue is located, there are believers praying and bowing everywhere.

If the believers who were kneeling in the black square were a chaotic buzzing sound, then the neatly arranged layers of steps in the circular church were the loudest and most solemn sounds here. The hymns they sang kept echoing, and the sound of thousands of people chanting together was like a sacred paradise, where many angels in mythology were located.

And as far as the eye could see, these members of the cult dressed in white were layered one after another, almost countless.

It is estimated that there are nearly 100,000 cult members in this circular hall. The girl thought to herself as she looked up at the statue and the surrounding scene.

Such a pious and fanatical scene shocked people, but also brought waves of discomfort, because she felt that there was some loss of reason in this fanatical worship.

Obviously, the sage who taught people not to worship blindly and opposed kneeling was now treated in this way by everyone. I am afraid that the prince would be afraid to avoid it when he woke up and saw this scene.

After quietly visiting the largest Wind Temple, Tilan then went to several other temples and saw similar magnificent statues inside.

Among them were the weeping angel bathed in flames - Kloati, the cold-eyed and mysterious angel holding a book - Brunard, and the poetry angel - Sifnaline who stroked the lyre and sang softly. The atmosphere in each temple was different.

The Fire Temple was lined with candles, and the interior was brilliant and warm. Under the flickering orange-red firelight, the angel in the center who looked up and cried was particularly moving, with a sense of compassion.

The Rock Temple was full of black and silver crystals. The smooth and reflective crystals formed mirrors here, reflecting each other, giving a sense of introspection and supervision. The unopened book in the angel's hand recorded everyone's experience, and used it to bring down ruthless and equal judgment.

In the Water Temple, clear spring water flows down from above layer by layer. The sound of flowing water forms a natural movement according to a specific arrangement. When you walk into it, it is like stepping into the land of waves in the four seas. The tide never stops, and the song of life never stops.

Walking in this magnificent temple, the more the girl tours, the more she feels insignificant, because the statues here have stood for thousands of years, and the people who come and go here to worship have also changed for countless generations. Everything you see is thousands of years of cultural relics and inscriptions.

There are many books piled up in each temple. They are stacked in the holes in the wall, almost everywhere. These books record the names of people who once shone in the human world, and their life stories. It is said that only the greatest and most shining figures of the contemporary era are qualified to put the pages recording their life stories here. Each of them is a master who shocked the current world, or a sage who left his name in history.

Although their remains do not exist here, their spiritual aspirations are there. The lives of these great sages have jointly written the history of human civilization, and the Four Saints Church is worthy of being the "Pantheon" of today's human civilization.

Walking here is like strolling through the shining moments of human history.

[Zan Aaron, 4th Era 98-207, the first pioneer of the Galaxy Fleet, led the fleet across the Milky Way and reached the farthest border that civilization could reach at that time]

[Lu Wensi Zhu, 4th Era 347-412, the founder of the Xinghai calendar, he used the 178 neutron stars in the center of the Milky Way as the benchmark to determine the unified calendar time in the entire galaxy]

[Li Jian, 4th Era 1893-2001, the discoverer of multi-level space, the 17-dimensional space cutting equation he summarized brought about a dramatic change in the entire civilization]

[Deselina, 5th Era 1211-1267, the hero who started the rebellion, she spread the secret of the ‘dark sun’ throughout the universe, triggered the rise and infighting of many dark suns in the middle of the 5th Era, and planted the seeds for the future revival of civilization]

Walking through the wall shrines, when Tilan was about to leave this magnificent temple, a priestess in a white robe came to her.

"Can you please come with me?" This is a beautiful and elderly woman, with golden hair falling from her hood, bringing a fresh breath that is different from the solemn environment.

"Is there anything?" Tilan asked.

"The Saint wants to see you."

"Saint?"

"Yes, the Saint who serves the Original Water."

The other party did not lie. Tilan hesitated a little after listening, and then nodded. Since she came here to find out something about her life experience, meeting the high-level people here is probably the fastest and most direct way.

"Please follow me."

After that, she led the way in front, and the two turned around the vast corridor in the church and walked to the bottom floor. There, Tilan followed the priestess to the square again and headed towards the statue of Sifnaileen in the center.

When they came to the base of the magnificent statue, there was a three-meter-high stone door. From the outside, it seemed to be completely closed, but when the two passed through, there was no obstruction, probably to block the outside view.

Walking into the long tunnel, when reaching the deepest part, a church hall that was extremely small but still empty appeared in front of the girl. Before she approached, Tilan's eyes were attracted by the red-haired woman who was half kneeling in front of the portrait.

That red hair, perhaps it cannot be described by a simple color, is closer to flames, faintly exuding the fresh breath of life, flowing and shining, with a faint halo.

When the priestess brought Tilan to the small church inside the statue, she first bowed and left, then left through the small door on the side, leaving the hall space to Tilan and the red-haired woman.

The other party stood up, holding a gorgeous golden staff in her hand, wearing a classical white dress, and her eyes were light golden. When she opened them and looked at Tilan, the girl felt a sense of spiritual deterrence for the first time.

Such a sense of oppression is probably not just the strength of Light Feather Sequence 7. She has only experienced similar feelings in Seraphiel, and Seraphiel can have such strength thanks to the angel's advent ceremony.

Wait, the angel's coming ceremony, that is to say, this sense of deterrence comes from - a real angel.

"Hello, my name is Philuselin." The other party leaned forward slightly and introduced herself.

"Hello, my name is Heshia." The girl also bowed and saluted.

"Heshia..." The other party seemed to be savoring the name and paused for a few seconds.

"Sorry, it took some time to think and recall."

"Hesia came here not just for visiting or worshiping. I think I should be able to help you." The fiery red-haired saint had a gentle voice.

"Uh... I do have some questions, but they are more personal."

"It's okay, Hesia, please tell me straight." The other party's golden eyes were as burning as flames, as if he could see through the girl.

"It's about her own life experience." Tilan hesitated for a moment, not knowing where to start.

After thinking about it, she decided to explain it from the explanation she got from the old priest not long ago.

"I found something different about myself, probably related to angels..." Tilan then described the results of the old priest's test.

"Well, can you allow me to do a little test? All I need is Hesia to stand still." The other party nodded slightly thoughtfully.

"Can."

Then Feluselin shook the golden tin staff in her hand, and faint golden light particles emerged in the air, and then flowed. They gently caressed everything in the hall, passing through the girl and Feluselin herself in front of her. Surprisingly, neither of them showed any outline in the golden light particles, as if they were flawless glass.

"It's indeed special." Feluselin nodded slightly.

Then the tin staff she held paused, and the bottom fell to the floor. Pale golden ripples streaked across the entire church hall. Complex and beautiful golden patterns appeared in the entire church hall. These patterns were like golden feathers, and the lines outlined the trajectory of the stars. There are also wave structures.

In the halo of this complex pattern, Tilan felt as if she was in the undulating sea. The gravity became distorted and changed, and the swaying of the air also made people faintly have a tendency to float up.

The bright brilliance is constantly changing, reflecting the two people in the middle. As the golden patterns in it deform several times like running water, the magic flowing in the hall also changes again and again.

Regarding this situation, the girl observed with great interest and felt the special rhythm emanating from it. Although the red-haired saint did not speak, it was just the change of the ripple-like halo that made her feel a certain melody.

After a long time, the golden patterns floating in the hall stopped, and then slowly dissipated, returning to calm.

"Sorry, I couldn't detect your origin." The other party's eyes were slightly closed, with regret in his voice.

"It's okay. Actually, I don't have high hopes." Tilan comforted the other party.

Afterwards, the two exchanged a few words, and the other party asked about Tilan's age and place of birth.

"The Four-leaf Crystal Star Territory? I don't know much about it. The Federation is too big." Feluselin shook her head slightly.

"You mean, you originally had a sister who should be your twin, right?"

"Is such that."

"I see."

…

"My name is Feluselin. This is not my real name, but the name I received after being gifted by an angel."

"Hesia, do you know that names contain special meanings? Sometimes, the appearance of certain names is not a coincidence."

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"Hesia was able to come to Saint Sokanus, probably because of some vague guidance."

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“I’ve never left St. Sonnes, I grew up here.”

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"Na, has Hesia ever heard of the Angel Coming Ceremony?"

"The descending of angels requires a container, which usually selects those who are pious and pure in heart. In the church, these members who receive the descending of angels are often called the Son or the Saint."

"After hearing this, you can probably guess that, yes, I am the saint of this generation who has been visited by an angel."

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"The work of the saint is not too new, but I am used to it."

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"Is it the outside world? I have heard everyone say about the prosperity of the Federation. If I want to go out, it will probably be at the end of my life when I step down from all my duties."

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"There's no need to go out of your way to comfort me, because this is my mission."

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"Are you leaving, Hesia."

"I'm sorry, I said so many words to Hesia, but you can't leave here." The fiery red-haired saint said words that were irrefutable in a gentle tone.

"Hesia, you can't leave here, because-"

The other party opened her golden eyes again, and there seemed to be gleaming brilliance flowing in them, with pity and regret in her eyes. The tin stick in her hand bloomed again, lighting up the golden patterns in the entire hall, making Heshia feel like she was in a vast light. In the sea of ​​sand.

"You are not a being descended from an angel, but a vessel for the dark sun."