Chapter 332

On the wharf, dozens of human shaped torches were burning in the crowd.

Shenyan bear, burning in the human body, a dark, green, blue light rushed up. These dim lights turned into twisted faces, big and small, and shrieked, and then quickly disappeared in the golden flame.

The citizens of port Tulun near these torches screamed and fled in panic for fear of being spread to themselves.

There are too many people, too many people.

A large group of people in a mess, many people fell to the ground, and then trampled on.

Seeing that a terrible stampede accident was about to break out, the voice of St. Attila covered the whole wharf. His voice was clear and ethereal, full of an inexplicable sense of practical strength, and immediately smoothed the disordered minds of all the people on the wharf.

"The glory of my lord punishes only the sinner and does no harm to the believers."

The people who were clamouring around and wanted to run away were shocked to find that there was no temperature at all from those flaming human bodies. Their bodies had already touched the golden flame, but their limbs and their clothes had not been damaged.

Immediately, pieces of citizens fell to their knees.

Soon, almost all the people on the dock fell to their knees.

Port Tulun is a place full of money and money. It is full of crimes, whether it's a rich man or a wealthy businessman or citizen, or a sailor or or a worker at the bottom of the society They hang out here. They've done more or less illegal business.

Even the witus family, they smuggled so many goods If we really want to be investigated according to the imperial law, the witus family from top to bottom are the result of exile to the northern ice sea desert island for mining!

If you do too many bad things and make more money, you will inevitably feel empty in your heart and lack of faith.

Apart from the two churches in Hong Kong, the number of donations to the church in Tuen Mun is far more than that of the church in Tuen Mun What's more, the people here are guilty!

Because of the deficiency of heart and peace of mind, they are more willing to give generously to ghosts and gods.

All the people who kneel down on the dock, and pray for peace of mind.

In addition to the clergy who belonged to the church system, only Duke Ross and Hessen, as well as a group of generals under the Duke of rose, the other six heads of the seven Member Council family around Hessen, and a group of large family members attached to the witus family.

Duke Ross does not kneel, and none of her generals will kneel.

Hessen doesn't kneel, but Hessen and the Rittal family's orders belong to the big family, and they won't kneel.

The big men of the Committee of seven did not kneel down. The councillors and officials of port Tulun, large and small, were all shaking, biting their teeth, shaking their legs, and straightening their waists with hair in their hearts.

However, looking at those upright standing in the crowd, there are all kinds of strange scenes on their bodies, and many people standing in the same place are all looking hard to see the extreme.

"This is the Durham Empire, and criminals should be punished by imperial law." The Duke of Roth ceased to pounce and warned St. Attila with a serious look.

"When the secular law is incapable of punishing the sinner, God's punishment is bound to come." St. Attila lowered her voice and beamed at the Duke of Roth. "Be grateful, reverent, and humble from now on."

Prince Ross pursed his red lips, and his delicate and charming lips became a thin red line, just like a blade, which became extremely dangerous and sharp.

Hessen coughed. He stepped forward and bowed to St. Attila: "as you said, the great Mu's grace is like the sea, the divine power is like prison, and the heresy of sinners is not qualified to bathe in Mu's glory. If they dare to appear in Mu's light, they must be completely destroyed."

"Your Excellency Saint Attila, I am from the port Toulon Committee of seven..."

Saint Attila interrupted Hessen's words, and he shook his head gently: "Hessen Jean Vito? I know you, you look like a devout believer, and your annual contribution to St. Hilde's Cathedral is among the highest Your little son, however, seems to my lord... "

Hessen frowned. The bald man was staring at Joe?

Of course, in the previous midsummer massacre, Joe taught the thugs of St. Hilde's cathedral a lesson However, it was not a conflict that was too violent. Didn't all the problems be solved afterwards?

"Joe he..."

Hessen's words were once again impolitely interrupted: "let him repent in my face, and I will judge his faith."

Hessen coughed: "he follows his mother, it's muteste's..."

Hessen's words still can't be finished.

St. Attila said calmly: "only the belief in Mu is orthodox I will give him a message to break away from muteste and become a believer in my Lord. It's settled. I'm looking forward to meeting him. "Hessen's two eyebrows frowned together. The thick and bright beards of two machetes were dangerously bouncing up and down.

Saint Attila completely ignored him, almost arbitrary, unscrupulous put forward his decision.

This feeling, very bad.

Even when the Welsh family, the overlord of port Tulun, was still at its peak, it had never been so rude and domineering.

And St. Attila

Hessen grinned: "Joe's devotion to muteste is unshakable."

Finally, in front of so many people, he said a complete sentence, and he refused the proposal of Saint Attila.

Saint Attila gave Hessen a deep look: "before the glory of my Lord, his attitude does not matter So is your attitude. All of you are mortals. Only my Lord is supreme, and only my Lord's servant is superior to all living beings. "

St. Attila's voice resounded all over the sky: "you are sheep. My Lord's servant is a shepherd dog Therefore, we should be humble and obedient, so that we can have a blessing I will be punished most severely

At the same time, the crowd kneeling on the dock echoed, and they chanted the chapter about Mu's divine grace and punishment from the sacred scriptures compiled by the Golden Oak church. In the background of the recitation of hundreds of thousands of citizens, St. Attila, whose bald head reflects the sun, is now majestic like a real God.

Hessen clenched his fist.

If it wasn't for so many people here

If not

Hessen forcefully pursed his mouth, in a pair of dark eyes, a little crazy fierce light flickered. At the moment, he is more ferocious than the most ferocious mountain bandit in the western mountain area of port Tulun.

He even made no secret of his hostility to St. Attila.

After that, the citizens turned their hands and looked at the ceremony.

A choir of about ten year old boys and girls came down from the ship. They stood in line behind St. Attila, singing hymns to Mu in clear, tender voices.

The singing of the hundred Choir became the background, and the sacred melody set off the holy voice of Saint Attila's sermon, which was high, solemn and full of divine majesty. The sky seems to have golden light, shining the port of Tulun with golden light everywhere. For a time, it is like living in the legendary cloud kingdom.

Many kneeling on the ground of the citizens, there is a light gold light up.

The old injuries and chronic diseases in their bodies, especially the rheumatism and arthritis accumulated by the old sailors because of their long-term life at sea, all disappeared in the golden light.

Every 20-year-old citizen seems to be getting more and more warm in their twenties.

Some people began to cry bitterly, shouting Mu's holy name.

Hessen and Duke Ross looked at each other helplessly. This time, they lost a lot!

Archbishop Laurent has no such means at all. It is impossible to launch such a powerful and extensive "divinity". Archbishop Laurent, on the other hand, was able to perform divinity and expend his power on behalf of three or five or thirty or fifty people, even gnashing their teeth and sparing no blood. He was able to preside over a sermon ceremony for thousands of people and relieve the pain of thousands of people.

But like Saint Attila, the scope of divinity covers the entire dock area, affecting hundreds of thousands of people

The appalling means, this guy's personal strength, is simply

The sixth peak?

Or even the legendary seven steps?

The Duke of Roth, who had always been fearless of heaven and earth, and enjoyed such good names as "madwoman", "demon head" and "butcher" in the southern special zone of the German Empire, could not help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Hessen's face jerked violently, and he looked in the direction of old pier one.

His lips wriggled for a moment, and then, with a murmur, he swallowed hard into his stomach without spitting it out.

Half an hour later, St. Attila, whose face was reddish, finished his sermon.

In the roar of praise from hundreds of thousands of citizens, Duke Ross, smiling, invited St. Attila to a reception banquet hosted by the port of Tulun, which was attended by major figures from all walks of life and from all walks of life.

In the banqueting hall of port Toulon city hall, the banquet is ready for the presence of St. Attila.

St. Attila took out a string of 108 white bony rosaries from the wide sleeve of his God's robe. He slowly played with the polished beads. After at least ten years of rubbing, he gently shook his head.

"As you all know, I came from the monastery of taphoku."

"To me, worldly extravagance and all enjoyment are original sins."

"A glass of water, a leaf and a piece of bread are enough for me."

"It's very kind of you. My personal secretary will take the place of the banquet.""Remember, lambs, the glory of my Lord gives you life Be humble, devout, and devote all one's strength to offering, so as to obtain infinite blessings... "

"Or, you will be forever burned by the fire of God, endlessly tormented."

Saint Attila looked at Prince rose, then Hessian, and with a sneer, went away with the company.

Even he was too lazy to say a word to Archbishop Laurent.

Archbishop Laurent's face was livid with anger. He finally stamped his feet, drank and cursed in a low voice: "domineering It's just It's impossible to make sense. "

He finally understood that the kindness, enthusiasm and feelings of St. Attila were all made up!

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