quicksilver blood

Chapter 502 The True Wish

The moment Kermora kowtowed to Roland, his body trembled violently as if struck by lightning.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, he was rapidly aging.The muscles on his body began to shrink, his skin became scorched black, and the veins on his forehead burst out. He endured the great pain without making a sound.

The pope kowtowing to any existence other than his main god is tantamount to exalting it to the same status as his main god-if the object of the kowtow is not a higher-level existence than his main god, then this is quite Gross blasphemy.

The so-called pope is God's spokesperson on earth.

The Pope's kowtow is almost equivalent to kowtow for his own god.

The moment Kermora knelt, he began to grow weak.And the moment his forehead touched the ground, the poisonous fire from La ignited his soul.

The pain of his soul being burned made him almost howl.That is the god's punishment for the apostate.

If it wasn't for his divine favor being taken away by Roland at this moment, the divine grace ignited at the same time was enough to burn him to ashes instantly.

Even if there is no divine grace left in his body at this moment, it is just the difference between burning and baking.If his chest is separated at this time, he can see that with his internal organs as the center, large pieces of bones have turned into charred black, and the internal organs are corroded bit by bit by the strong acid dripping from the cracks in the bones.The excellent physique of the golden rank made him suffer for a longer time at this moment.

However, even after enduring this level of torture, Kermora still didn't scream.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead, and they fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his whole body was trembling constantly, and his bones creaked and let out a mournful cry that outsiders could hear.

I'm going to die--

Kermora had no doubts about that.

Not only would he die, but he might not be able to return to Ra's kingdom of God, and could only fall into hell.Even if he could return to the Kingdom of God, his achievements as the pope would have been wiped out at the moment of prostration.

But no matter how much torture he has to endure after death, he still doesn't regret his kneeling just now.

Roland was right...that was indeed a miracle that Ra could not give him, and it was also a miracle that no god could give him.

Just when her mother's hand touched her wrinkled and aged face, Kermora remembered...

At the very beginning, before becoming Ra's priest, what exactly did I want——

Yeah, at first...

"Mom, why do we have to pay taxes to the lord when we have no money?"

Kermora, who was only eight years old, struggled to pull out her little head from the field, and asked her mother, who was sweating profusely under the scorching sun, "Why can the lord eat meat without working every day?"

After hearing such childish words, the eyes of the ordinary-looking middle-aged woman darkened slightly.

But she still smiled and lowered her head to answer: "Because we are all small people... We are small people, so we can only do what small people can do and eat what small people should eat. This is the rule."

"This rule is too bad! Isn't such a small person a small person for the rest of his life!"

Kermora puffed her face and replied dissatisfied.

His mother just smiled helplessly: "Then, little Kyle. Tell me, which is more valuable, a cow or a chicken?"

"Of course cows are more valuable." Kelmorra replied without hesitation.

"That's right," mother nodded, "then why are cattle more valuable?"

When she asked this question, little Kermora was stunned.

He is not the kind of precocious child, even more dull than his peers.

After thinking for a long time, he hesitated to answer: "Because...a cow can pull a cart? And the cow is bigger...has more meat?"

"more or less."

The mother smiled calmly and touched Kermora's head: "Little Kyle, we are chickens, and the lord is a cow. No matter what, chickens can't be sold for the price of cows."

"What if?"

Little Kermora asked dissatisfied: "Sister Kamila told me that there is always a contingency in everything—"

Hearing these words, his mother suddenly raised her head and looked at him fixedly.

That focused look scared little Kyle.

His first reaction was whether he had said something wrong, which made his mother angry.

"So, do you want to be big, little Kyle?"

mother asked seriously.

Kermora, who had never seen her mother so serious before, was afraid.

"I dare not..."

He wrinkled his nose aggrievedly, and replied with a whimper, "I don't dare, mom..."

But unexpectedly, he felt his mother's warm and rough palm gently caressing his cheek, and there was a look of surprise and relief in her eyes.

"Little Kyle, you don't have to be afraid. No matter what you do, your mother will support you."

She smiled gently, and hugged little Kyle tightly: "Tell me, do you want to be a big shot?"

The long-lost warm embrace made Kermora stunned.

When he was young, his father, a merchant, was slain by the raiders of Caral.From the time he could remember, his mother raised him alone.

It wasn't until later that he realized that the mother's smile before was called pride.

Until now, little Kyle was hugged by his mother for the first and last time.

That kind of warmth made him unforgettable.

At that moment, he made up his mind.

Anyway... Kermora wanted to be hugged by her mother again.

Since then, he has made up his mind: "...I'm going to be a big shot."

"I want to be great!"

"I'm going to be a big shot... I'm going to make my mother proud and make people look up to me!"

But it wasn't until his mother died of the plague when he was 16 that he didn't discover what he really wanted...nor what his mother really expected.

When he strengthened his will and held the desire to "become a big shot no matter what," he became the pastor, bishop, district bishop, and archbishop of La, and then entered the College of Cardinals and became a cardinal. Only then did I finally understand what my mother’s true expectations were when I was young.

She didn't ask him to get ahead.She just wanted him to be happy.

However, by the time he realized it, it was too late.

It was impossible to see my mother again.The only possibility is that after his death, he might be able to see his mother in Ra's kingdom of God, although the chance is not great... After all, his father believed in the God of Contract.

And today, Kermora unexpectedly met her mother.

Not an illusion, not an undead—but a real mother, with the fragrance of red wheat and mint leaves on her clothes.

The great miracle of summoning the dead from the dust allowed Kermora to complete her heart knot of more than eighty years.

Now, even if he died, he would have no regrets if he went to hell.

But just when his soul became fragmented and his will began to melt, he felt a cold and soft hand gently pressing against his forehead.

"Kermora, you can't die—"

In Roland's soft prayer, a great will that completely surpassed the God of Contract rushed into his mind along Roland's fingers, and followed some mysterious connection all the way up!
The burning pain of the soul subsided instantly.Like cold spring water pouring into the body, Kermora's pain was instantly relieved, the wounds of the soul were healed, and the soul was instantly replenished.

A drowsy sense of ease filled his heart, and centered on his power ring, it spread to all the mercenaries and priests of the God of Contract around him.

"No! You can't—"

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the angry roar of the God of Contract in his mind?

But that has nothing to do with him anymore.Now Kelmorra just wants to have a good sleep.

Maybe... when he wakes up, he will be able to see his mother again.

(End of this chapter)