Twilight War

Chapter13 Apocalypse

Even if God wants to make me kneel, he will beat me until I can't stand up.

01

The ivory-white main hall of the Hall of Valor stands under the sun, which is a building dedicated to gods in mythology.

Legend has it that when the king of the gods sitting on the throne came to inspect his warriors, the forty giant doors opened one by one with a loud sound.

There is a giant eagle carved on each door, as if it will fly down from the huge stone door at any time, start to patrol the world, and report everything to the king of the gods.

In front of the Hall of Valor is the huge Main God Square, where Odin, the king of the gods, announced to the gods that the last dusk has come.There was also a look of sadness on his always dignified face, and he announced the ultimate fate to his soldiers.

Zichen and other people who will receive the canonization ceremony of the Templars are waiting in the side hall of the Hall of Valor, and Xiwen and Delko are also here.

Seeing Zichen, Xi Wen walked over directly, "Zichen, you are here too."

"kindness."

"By the way, who is going to give you canonization later?"

Zichen blinked, "What?"

"Don't you know? At the canonization ceremony, you must be canonized by a Templar who has joined the Knights Templar."

What?Is there such a rule?I have no idea!Zichen froze in place.

"... How long is it? Can I find one now?" Zichen said tremblingly.

"You didn't find the Templars to canonize you, did you?" Xiwen said in surprise.

"Is there any way to remedy it?" Zichen asked.

"We can't go out until the canonization ceremony begins." Xiwen looked at him and said.

God is going to kill me.

"Please be quiet, I will announce the details of the canonization ceremony."

Zichen turned around, and a shining Templar appeared in his vision!

I just knew that God treats me well! !

After the Templar finished explaining the specifics of the canonization ceremony, Zichen quietly approached and asked obsequiously, "Well, brother, can you do me a favor. I forgot to find someone to help me canonize, can you can't help me..."

The Templar smiled, "Didn't it mean that His Royal Highness Wisipel will personally enshrine you?"

Your Highness Wispel, in person.

Zichen stayed where he was again.

02

Corinth, Church.

Today is a non-Sunday, and there are not many people in the church. Occasionally, one or two devout believers and nuns pass by.

Huang Xuanjin walked in the corridor beside the church, with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, looking around.

Of course he didn't come to worship, but he just accepted a job and wanted to come here to steal something.

Life is not easy, he will not only smuggle some silver from the abyss, but also do some work on the black market on Ninth Street.

Killing for money, doing everything, except for things that are too troublesome.

As long as it's not troublesome, it doesn't matter if it's dangerous.

This time the employer is a woman who asks him to steal a book from Cardinal Gregory's room.

When the woman came to him, he was startled, because the woman was like a ghost who had gone mad.

Her hair was messy, her makeup was long gone, and her cheeks were sunken like skeletons.

But even so, Huang Xuanjin could still see the beauty that woman should have had.

The woman directly pushed a ruby ​​over from the table, her hands were as jagged as branches, stained with gray mud as if they hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Although she has fallen to this point, she still lifts her chin slightly with a bit of arrogance.

Huangxuan Jin took the gems on the table, blew off the floating ash on them, and fiddled with them twice, it was a good thing.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do? Based on this, even if you ask me to kill Isabel now, it's fine."

"I want you to steal something." The woman's voice was hoarse like a medieval witch.

"what?"

"A book, The Apocalypse, the one in Cardinal Gregory's room. It's on the second row and third shelf."

"For the Bishop, a book like "Apocalypse" should be read every day before going to bed. How can you be sure that it is still there?"

"It must be there, he never reads any divine scriptures." The woman stretched her neck, her green eyes stared at Huangxuan Jin.

"Then what does he watch? Could it be that he watches "Empire's Erotic History" every night?"

"Anyway, I want you to steal that book and give it to me in three days." The woman said, "After you bring the things over, I will give them to you." The woman took out the other two pieces from her chest, which were quite good. gems.

Huang Xuanjin threw the gem in his hand up and down, "If you assassinate Isabel, these rewards are enough, but if you go to Gregory's room to steal things, these are not enough."

"It shouldn't be difficult for you, isn't it?" the woman stared at Huangxuan Jin and said.

"It's not difficult." Huang Xuanjin smiled, "But I don't like Gregory, so if you ask me to do something I don't like,...the reward will naturally be doubled."

"I only have so much!" The woman roared ferociously, but it made people feel that she had been cornered.

"I don't want money." Huang Xuanjin said.

"If you don't ask for money, what are you asking for?"

"I want to know who you are."

The woman shook her head, and said after a long time: "Bring the things here...I'll tell you."

The afternoon light shines through the stained glass windows of the church, hitting the ground like shards of colored glass.

After bypassing several teams of nuns and priests like a stroll in the courtyard, Huang Xuanjin walked to the door of the cardinal's bedroom on the top floor.

He stared at the door lock and studied it for a while. It was a fairly sophisticated mechanical lock, with hundreds of gears and bearings inside.Just a slight miss when unlocking will cause all the gears to lock up.

However, when he was in the Hall of Valor, his favorite thing was to study how to unlock this mechanical lock.

While listening to the sound inside the mechanical lock, he slowly turned the lock shaft.

"Snapped."

The heavy door opened in front of him, and after stepping into the bedroom, he gently closed the door. .

The room is small but luxuriously decorated, behind the desk is a row of bookshelves.

In the third row of the second row, Huang Xuanjin's fingers slid across the spines of thick theological classics on the bookshelf, and then took down the "Apocalypse" by pressing the top of the spine.

The bell outside the church rang three times, at this time Gregory was supposed to be preaching in the main hall of the church.

Huang Xuanjin sat on the chair casually, put his legs on the desk, and flipped through the "Apocalypse" in his hand.

With the red velvet bronzing cover and the slightly yellowed inner pages, he read it several times, but he couldn't see anything in this book that was worth the woman's exchange for three pretty good-looking gems.

I touched the inner cover of the cover, and there was no unevenness. There should be nothing hidden inside, and there is no special mark on the page.

Turn to the page with the bookmark.

—He caught the dragon, the ancient serpent, bound him for 1000 years, and threw him into the endless abyss.So that he can no longer deceive the nations, and after the 1000 years are over, he must be released temporarily.

Huang Xuanjin played with the copper bookmark casually between his fingers, a copper leaf pendant hung from the end of the bookmark, slightly rusty.

After reading it for a while, he found it meaningless, and he sighed, only to see a circle of colorful borders protruding from under a pile of theological classics on the table.

Huang Xuanjin raised his eyebrows, quickly put the "Apocalypse" aside, and took out the colorful book from under the heavy theological classics.

It turned out to be "Empire's Erotic History".Huang Xuanjin shook his head, condemning Gregory in his heart while watching with a lot of taste.

After looking at Harris' list for a while, he commented and introduced the prostitutes in Paradise Lost, and there were quite a few who had a good relationship with him. Huang Xuanjin felt that the witch and that woman had slightly freckles on their faces. The girls who read this book and commented on them will definitely burn this book.

Behind it is the romantic scandal of noble officials.

Lord Brutus, one of the blue-blooded nobles of the Arthur Empire, discovered that his mistress, Mrs. Montespoon, secretly sought help from the witch in order to maintain his favor, prayed for the black mass, and made the baby's blood into a reminder| Emotion|Drugs in his food.Mrs. Montespoon fell out of favor completely.

Huang Xuanjin shook his head, feeling that these nobles were really messed up.

The bell outside the church rang four times, and Huangxuanjin reluctantly closed "The History of Imperial Love", and then pressed it back under the pile of theological classics, ensuring that it was exactly the same as when it was taken out just now.

Standing up from the chair, he held the "Apocalypse", which is now worth three gems, in his arms.

After adjusting the angle of the chair, Huang Xuanjin stood at the door and listened to the sounds outside, making sure that no one pushed the door and walked out.

After walking to the main hall of the church, Huang Xuanjin looked around and found that there was no one there, so he was going to walk out just like that.

As a result, he knocked down the pillar in front of him and cried out in pain.

"What's the matter?" The purple-clothed bishop in the confession room heard a voice and came out.

Seeing someone approaching, Huang Xuanjin waved his hands repeatedly.

"Huang Xuan Jin?" The man recognized him.

Huang Xuanjin covered his forehead and raised his eyes to glance at that person, barely recognizing that it was the purple-clothed bishop who followed Gregory to help him pick up the gold coins that day.

"Well...it's me." Huang Xuanjin hissed in pain.

"Why are you here."

"I, come here to confess."

"Really? Then let me help you." Bishop Zi Yi said very kindly.

"By the way, what's your name?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"Thomas Aquinas."

Huangxuanjin suddenly felt that this name was very familiar. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had seen this name when he baked potatoes last time. "You wrote the "Compendium of Theology" right?"

"Yes, have you read it?" Aquinas was a little surprised, because his book was about theology and philosophy, and few people could read it.

Even few people in the church were willing to read it. Hearing that Huang Xuanjin actually knew about this book, he was naturally a little joyful that he had found a confidant.

"A little bit, my friend has a whole set." Huang Xuanjin didn't dare to say that he used that set of books to light a fire.

"Is your friend interested in theology?" asked Aquinas.

"No, he just thinks that set of books is thick and heavy, and it's nice and smooth when used to press sugar paper."

"Is that so..." Hearing Huangxuan Jin say this, Aquinas was only a little disappointed in his tone, and there was still a kind of good-natured smile on the corner of his mouth.That face is as dignified and reserved as the most devout believer in front of the gods.

"Well, let me help you confess," Aquinas said.

Aquinas knelt in front of the statue of the Holy Lord, and motioned for Huangxuan Jin to kneel beside him.

"Do you want me to kneel in front of this statue?" Huang Xuanjin frowned.

"Man is always a servant before God," said Aquinas.

"That's because humans knelt down first." Huang Xuanjin looked up at the statue of the Holy Master and said, "Even if a god wants me to kneel, he must beat me until I can't stand up."

"Then are you going to stand and confess like this?"

"Of course not." Huang Xuanjin put his hands together, looked at Aquinas and said, "I used to repent to the Buddha like this. Since the Buddha can accept it, the Holy Lord should also accept it."

Aquinas didn't know what to say for a moment.

"can we start?"

Aquinas nodded.

In fact, he didn't know much about Huangxuanjin, but he also knew that Huangxuanjin was called a slave with three surnames by everyone, and he had once betrayed his country and clan.

There are too many sins on him.

This kind of person is simply a wild ghost from hell.

Such a person... what would he regret?

Huang Xuanjin frowned, looking at the statue of the Holy Master.

"Holy my lord, the day before yesterday I stole a few tomatoes from the old man at the garbage dump. I was guilty. When I bought oranges, I gave my aunt a few copper coins. I have sinned deeply. May the merciful lord forgive me ,Amen."

He sighed again suddenly, "But it's clear that the old man punctured the tire of the locomotive first, and the oranges that the aunt gave me were not good at all, they were clearly deceiving me on purpose. Their sins are obviously heavier than mine Ah, amen."

"In any case, I should forgive them."

"No, why should I forgive them, it's obvious that they made mistakes first."

"Forget it, never mind. I have decided, I will never forgive anyone, and I will not accept anyone's forgiveness, Amen!"

Huang Xuanjin drew a sign of the cross on his chest and lowered his head slightly to show respect.

Aquinas: "..." Is this kind of person really here to repent?

"Okay, I'm done confessing." Huang Xuanjin picked up the book of "Revelation" and walked out of the church.

"Wait! Huangxuanjin, don't you really have any beliefs?" Aquinas who was kneeling on the ground suddenly turned around and asked.

"Faith? Can you tell me what faith is?"

"Faith is the existence for which you are willing to bow down." Aquina said looking at Huang Xuanjin's back.

"Is this faith? It seems that I don't need it."

Huang Xuanjin put the hood of the windbreaker on his head and walked out of the church.

"Huang Xuan Jin!"

03

The wheels of the rail cars clashed metallically against the rails, and the white steam mingled with the Corinthian mist.

The evening sun came through the car window and hit the pages of the book in Huang Xuanjin's hands.

The bookmark pendant caught in the book kept shaking as the rail car moved.

He still didn't see anything special about this "Apocalypse", but since someone is willing to use three gems to buy this book, then this book should be worth the price.

——The tail of the big|red|dragon dragged one-third of the stars in the sky and fell to the ground.

He flipped through the pages of the book, and suddenly thought of Aquinas who had just been chased out of the church.

The purple-clothed bishop stood panting on the steps outside the church, looked at Huangxuan Jin, and said word by word like a holy son reciting a proverb:

"The meaning of faith is knowing that you are not alone on this road. His rod is on you, and your glory is shared by others, and your sorrow is seen by others. He keeps us from fearing what we don't need to fear. Believe what is supposed to be believed."

"This is faith."

Is this... Faith?

Then maybe he once had faith.

He suddenly remembered the boy from a long, long time ago.

When the young man walked out of the side hall of the Hall of Valor, he seemed to be shocked.

Hundreds of thousands of people lined up in the huge main God Square.The white armor looks like the scales of a giant dragon under the sun, which is as powerful as myths and epics.

The nine people who were going to receive the canonization ceremony stepped onto the high platform in front of the main hall one by one, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Hall of Valor lined up behind them.

At both ends of the high order stood the knight holding the holy sword, the priest knight, the knight holding the holy book and various accompanying priests.

The Templar knights who were going to consecrate them stepped up one by one from the high steps and stood in front of the other eight people. They held the holy swords for conferring in their hands, like servants of God.

The giant door of the main hall of the Hall of Valor slowly opened.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers of His Royal Highness knelt down on one knee, and they clenched their fists on their chests.

"At dusk when the blood runs out, the battle will not stop!"

It was an oath as grand as an epic.

They seemed to be inspected by the king of the gods.They are the last heroic spirits, until the blood-stained evening, they shed all the blood.

Zichen looked up at the king of gods who walked out of the main hall of the Hall of Valor.

His long silver hair seemed to be covered with holy light in the sun.

Vehipel wore a silver-white crown, and the armor made of mithril set him off even more stern and inviolable.

He stood in front of the main hall, in front of hundreds of thousands of warriors, and watched hundreds of thousands of loyal soldiers kneel before him.

Wihipel raised the slender holy sword, and put the back of the sword on Zichen's shoulder, and the other Templars put the holy sword on the shoulders of others one by one.

He read the declaration of the canonization ceremony slowly and in a low voice.

His voice is like the ancient Hong Zhong, carrying the majesty of God.

"Will you join the Templars?" he said. "Will you swear to never be afraid, never to back down?"

"I would like to!" Zichen said, looking at those blue eyes, which accommodated hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the audience, but Zichen had the illusion that those eyes were only looking at him.

Tens of thousands of people knelt down in front of the high platform, and Wihipel, wearing the crown of God, placed the back of the holy sword lightly on Zichen's shoulder.

"Would you swear to never betray and to be loyal forever?"

Zichen was stunned suddenly.

Wisipel frowned, and called softly, "... Zichen."

As if he had just realized it, Zichen looked at Vichypel and said, "I swear, I will never betray, and I will always be loyal!"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Vehipel with the eyes of the most devout believer under the throne of God.

Wihipel tapped Zichen's shoulder three times, and he said, "From then on, God will love you with all of His, and will protect you with all of His."

The rail car stopped at Queen's Street, the last station, and the loud roar of the brakes seemed to remind Huangxuan Jin that everything was over.

He closed the book of Revelation, got up and got off the rail car.

The setting sun in Corinth burns through the fog.

Faith means knowing that you are not alone on this journey.

His rod protects you, and some share in your glory, while others witness your sorrow.

He tells us not to fear what we needn't fear, and to believe what we should believe.

It's just... you still have to walk this road by yourself after all.