Chapter 54

The sword is a red fire used by the Holy Lord to prevent human beings from entering the holy garden. The color of the red fire is as strong as another kind of blood. The sword wrapped by the blood fire is the will of the gods. The air is trembling. When the sword falls, it carries the roaring wind.

They just want to nail the rebel to the point of the sword like a poisonous snake.

The blood was heavy and thick, and the king's pupils were spreading.

He will have his throat cut, his pulse broken, and he will be crucified like a sinner.

There was a sharp shriek in the air.

"Take back your paws, puppets!"

The cold sound was accompanied by the strong wind.

Black fog gushed from the king's body, and countless slender black butterflies fluttered from the black fog. They are no longer wind blades, but black blades with incomparable sharpness. These blades need to drink blood. The black butterfly circled, up and out.

All over the sky is the cold, shrill sound of their wings, rubbing against their eardrums. It's like a knife, cutting apart the hymn of the majestic place in the church.

It's a scream from hell.

Violent, crazy, molten fury.

The friars in black had to raise their hands, and their fire swords were forced to withdraw and block in front of them. The red fire turned into a barrier, holding themselves firmly in it. The black butterfly bumps into the red fire, making the sound of gold and iron colliding, and then is ignited by the red fire.

The black butterflies kept coming out, and the friars in black stepped back lightly.

The sound of "Hua La".

The devil stood in the blood pool, stretched out his hand and took the king out of the thick blood. He jumped slightly, broke free from the blood, and stood on the cold high platform.

The blood in the holy pool rolled down from the devil's black dress and burned his dress continuously, but the black fog soon made the dress brand new again. Blood drops to the ground, thick black fog is instantly cleared out of an open space, and then covered by new black fog.

The devil held the king in his arms and looked up at the monks in black who were sitting around like shadows.

There was no more smile on his face.

The Holy See launched the brand on the king, which was planted at the coronation ceremony more than ten years ago. Deeply hidden in the king's soul, they avoided the "laws" and dragged the king into his own sea of consciousness.

The murder will be silent and undetected.

People will only see the king's harmless body in the king's room. They will only feel that he naturally stopped breathing in his sleep.

This is one of the reasons why the Pope did not hesitate to cross the abyss Strait to baptize the king.

If not the king and the devil signed a contract, then tonight, no one can save the king!

The king's soul will be cut to pieces by thousands of fire swords.

The smile that hung on the devil's face like a mask finally broke into nothingness, and his true face came out from behind the mask - he was a black blade that had been stained with blood.

So thick, so terrible blood swept out of him.

He was really pissed off.

There was no temperature in the black pupil. The devil held the king firmly in his arms with a pale hand dripping blood. It was a gesture full of possession. It was his own soul, and no one could peep at it. He holds the king with one hand, but it feels like a monster guarding a unique gem.

The blood of the holy pool drips from the devil's hand. He draws the sword from the void to kill the Lord of "greed and ill gotten gains".

The moment the sword was drawn out, the friars in black also moved.

The judge with black iron mask stepped back with a golden beaker, while the monks in black with pale mask turned into shadow after shadow. They attacked from all sides like demons holding a fire sword.

Like a snake, like a ghost.

They chant the ancient hymn in a low voice, which is not written in human language, and their voice is so vague that it doesn't seem to vibrate from the vocal cord.

The devil pressed the king so hard in his arms, as if the blood of Saint tingchi was not himself. He had a sword in one hand and a king with him, but he was no less quick and weird than the monks in black.

The pale longbone sword collided with the fire sword in mid air.

Long, creepy voices kept ringing in the air.

Those adjudicators seem to have no pain, no feelings, no consciousness of their own. They don't care whether the devil's sword will fall on them. They just attack the king who is protected by the devil at all costs.

But the devil is more unscrupulous than them.

His hand holding the handle of the sword was so pale that no amount of blood could dye him red.He was born cold, holding the sword is to send the sword into the heart of the enemy, he is the crime and killing itself. The devil's action is as precise as a long song. When the sword cuts into the flesh and blood, it makes a fine friction sound, which is the note of the song. The sharp sound of the blade cutting the bones is a high pitched voice, and the blood flying in the air is a wildly arrogant Chorus.

The friar in black was cut throat, cut head and split in two.

They broke up in the air into scarlet flames.

Strangely, their masks broke in the air at the same time as they died. Under the mask, there are cold and pale faces, each of which seems to be a replica of an angel.

These friars in black are the closest to God except the Pope.

Or, they really can't be called human beings, because -

they are divine servants!

Divine service is immortal.

When one of the attendants was cut by the devil, they turned into red fire and fell to the ground like a meteor. Then out of the fire came a new monk in black.

But with the devil's more and more urgent harvest, the speed of resurrection of the servants is getting slower and slower.

The Dragon Sword of the devil seems to be awakened by the long lost blood. There is a dull roar of ancient creatures in the sword body. He held the sword like a ferocious dragon.

The Dragon opened his eyes on the sword and gave out a low, thousand year long roar.

All the resurrected and not yet resurrected divine attendants stopped in the air, as if there were invisible waves in the air. They were scattered by the waves except one person!

The judge, who had retreated from the beginning of the battle, wore a black iron mask.

The black iron mask suddenly gave birth to a pair of white eyes, which suddenly opened. At the moment when it opened, the hymn which had been interrupted by the devil once again solemnly reverberated in the whole inner space of St. Wes cathedral. On the walls of the church, all the painted angels seemed to be reborn in an instant.

The angels on the mural spread their wings, and their white feathers fluttered down from the air.

A miracle of murder.

Angels play songs, holy feathers drive out, suppress the thick black fog brought by the devil.

This is the king's consciousness space. When the Holy See controls this place with the brand, they take the place of the king's will and turn the whole consciousness space into the place where the gods live. The holy mark is everywhere here, forcing the demons from hell.

"Wake up!"

The chief judge snapped.

His voice, with an ancient revelation, beckons something.

The king, who was held in the arms of the devil, closed his eyes before that. At this time, the voice of the judge fell, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Cold, silver eyes.

It is the same as the eyes on the black iron mask of the chief judge.

The symbolic ice blue of the rose family is replaced by the strange pure white, and the bright holy flame is burning in the depth of the king's pupil.

Following countless white flames, the king's chest, back center, shoulders, elbows and palms - all the places where the baptism had been anointed - gushed from the inside out. At the beginning, in the Kono forest, it was the flame that suddenly lit up, which prevented the devil from taking the king to hell.

Today, the flame is also used to stop the devil.

But to stop the devil from saving the king.

Behind the smiling angel, there are often ferocious ghosts.

The golden beak pot in the judge's hand is melting, dripping down and remelting into a holy sword. He stares at the king behind the mask, reciting the holy words of the baptism of the king's coronation ceremony.

He's waiting for the moment.

The kings of the world are the "representatives" of the Lord. They are the actors of the real anointed on the earth. The eternal great Lord and his representatives in the world take care of each other. At the moment when the local king is baptized and sanctified, the power of the Holy Spirit comes to him. At that moment, his image is really changed and he becomes a real king. [1]

become the influence of the eternal one who is the same as the Lord on the earth.

Therefore, the holy fire from the king's body is far more powerful than the sword from hell.

That's the power to really hurt the old devil!

The blood of the holy pool can't really hurt the powerful devil, but it is only to draw out the power of the Holy Spirit in the king's soul.

The devil held the king in his arms, and the flame almost swept him in an instant.

At this moment, the chief judge suddenly set out. Holding the golden sword, he leaned slightly and came rushing.

The golden sword flashed by in mid air, with thick black blood.

The referee's sword failed.

The devil put his sword in front of him and quickly backed back. The holy fire was burning, but the devil didn't let go of the king with the holy fire as the judge thought. He held the king in his arms.This is a greedy, crazy monster.

His treasure belongs to him alone.

Heaven or God or flame, do not want to compete with him.

"It's time you woke up."

The devil bowed his head slightly, his voice was steady, as if it was not himself who was burned by the holy fire, as if the fire was not the same kind of fire that forced him to pull his hand quickly in the Kono forest.

He put something on the king's hand.

The author has something to say: [1] this concept is not invented by me.

There are many works on the Christian centered kingship, which are discussed in Norman anonymous's "on the sacrament of the bishop and the king". The baptism of coronation ceremony is of great significance in Western monarchy and theocracy. Only after the baptism of coronation can a king become a real king. "In anointing, the spirit of the Lord and the power of sanctification enter into them, and through this power they become the image and image of Christ, and it changes them and makes them become others, so that one of their personalities is human and the other is spiritual."