Chapter 113

"Protected by the blessed light, falling from the sky, angel of God; Lord of light, we will give salvation to the soul..."

The hymn fluttered melodiously in the rebuilt langdingburg cathedral and the white marble hall. The white robed sacrifice led many monks to pray under the voice of the nuns; The cathedral, which can not be filled even on Sunday, is crowded with countless people today - dressed in black and sobbing voices all telling their grief.

A week ago, the sudden plague in Edinburgh made countless people lose their close relatives; In a hundred years, there has been no plague with such a number of deaths in the Gulf region or even Lorant. If the government had not announced that the plague had been controlled and hospitals began to vaccinate free of charge, I'm afraid the whole Gulf region would fall into panic.

The chant gradually stopped, and the prayer gradually became low; People holding the urn of their relatives slowly withdrew from the cathedral; Of course, this does not mean that the work of the white robed priests and other clergy is over, because there are still many people waiting outside - through the door of the church, the white robed priests can't even see where the end of the crowd is, and all they see is the sadness condensed from the darkness

"Let's go on!"

The white robed priest nodded to the monks and nuns around him, and then motioned to let the next group of people who needed to die pray in - what can be more profound than personal experience? Looking at the passing of countless lives and the sadness of the living, white robed sacrifice