Demon Change the Earth

In the early morning of the next day, more than 10,000 believers had already lined up in the square outside the Holy See.

It was the darkest time before dawn, and a square in Nuoda was silent.

More than 10,000 people lined up around the white altar in the center of the square, and directly in front of the altar, there were more than a hundred "guests" who were neither believers nor family members.

The cold wind blows, the torches burning in the square are hunting, and the light rain with a little ice crystals hits people's faces and bodies, like a knife cut, adults are fine, they can always persevere, those people It is different for children who are forcibly brought in by their parents, and there are commotions from time to time.

At this time, the priests patrolling around like hounds would rush over to stop them immediately. Under their short and severe reprimands, the meeting place quickly returned to calm.

The atmosphere of solemnity, silence, and tension is getting heavier and heavier.

In their words, they can't bear even this bit of suffering, so how can they talk about piety and faith?

In the face of faith, adults and children are the same, just as the Holy See declares that all people are equal before the glory of the Lord.

Among the "guests" in front of the altar, there was also a thin figure trembling slightly.

Her name is Fang Yan, a seventeen-year-old young girl who just lost her home and mother.

Her trembling was not because of the cold, but because of the anger and hatred in her heart.

The girl was struggling to suppress, and on the altar, there was a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes staring at her.

This is a very fierce praying man, who seems to know the anger and hatred in the dialect, so he pays attention to her. Once she finds any signs of breaking out, he will take action immediately, kill.

At this time, a cold but equally trembling hand grabbed Fang Yan's palm, Fang Yan raised his head slightly, and saw a pair of terrified and pleading eyes.

This is her father.

A "cowardly and incompetent" man who didn't dare to ask for an explanation even when his wife died tragically at the hands of others.

Fang Yan struggled to free his hand, took a deep breath, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

Why, why did she have to endure such humiliation?

It is only right and proper that the murderer pays with his life.

Now the murderer is not only fine, but the family members of the victim like her are still waiting for her grand debut in the cold wind! ?

That's an apology! ?

Does this count as an explanation and explanation?

It's the biggest joke in the world!

The other party didn't feel that they had done something wrong, and they didn't intend to repent at all, so what else would they do.

See how lofty she is, how she shows this charity-like compassion?

Dialect will never forget the scene of her mother, who had melted half of her body, swallowing her last breath in her arms.

I will never forget what the Holy See did afterward!

That arrogance, that taking it for granted, that gift, alms and the disgusting face of "being honored".

Is this light, is this justice?

Shit!

If this is light and this is justice, then she would rather fall into darkness than be with such arrogance and hypocrisy!

Dialect knew that her thoughts were dangerous, but she just couldn't help thinking about them, so that her whole person changed. The innocent Dialect who lived under the wings of her parents had been replaced by this gloomy, withdrawn and taciturn person. .

When I closed my eyes, I couldn't see anymore. I recalled my mother's voice and smile in my mind, and my anger and hatred were replaced by grief and longing.

Dialect no longer trembled, it was normal, and the light praying man on the altar was also satisfied, so he stopped staring at her, and focused on the next object that needed to be monitored and guarded against.

The cold wind was howling, and after more than ten minutes, a fish-belly gray appeared on the distant skyline.

At this time, a large group of neat and solemn footsteps appeared!

There was a crash, coming from all directions, Fang Yan was also pulled by his father, and he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, facing the altar and knelt down.

coming,

She is coming!

Dialect stared at the gap between the floor tiles, a tenacious grass had just grown out of the gap, this grass was just like her, so abrupt, fragile and disharmonious in this square.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and a large fluffy and white skirt passed in front of Dialect, all the way up to the high altar.

Morning classes have started.

Tens of thousands of people finished the thick and short ceremony, and under the leadership of the priest, they recited the praises of the Goddess of Light aloud.

No one guided these "guests" in dialect, but there were still similar voices around her.

The voice was extremely ear-piercing and disgusting, and Fang Yan endured it so hard that he wanted to jump up several times, grab these flattering and shameless people, and ask them if they still had any shame and conscience, and how they could be worthy of their loved ones who had just passed away.

The morning class ended when the atmosphere was the most enthusiastic. At this time, the first ray of sunlight just fell on the altar, and a figure that attracted much attention came out. Under the gaze of countless admiring, excited and awe-inspiring eyes, he said gently: "Brothers and sisters, you all know or have experienced the disaster that happened a few days ago!"

"This catastrophe has caused enormous loss of life and property, and the Holy See and I must give you an explanation for this."

"Here, I would like to apologize to the families of the victims!"

"I'm sorry, everyone, it's because of our negligence and recklessness that your loved ones suffered misfortune!"

There was a huge commotion in the square, some people could not accept such rhetoric, shouted, this is not the fault of the crown, and some people shouted, it is their honor and so on.

Dialect tightly clenched his fists.

"quiet!"

Under the suppression of the pastors, the commotion quickly subsided, but the atmosphere completely changed, but there was no blame or criticism, but...

The dialect feels the rejection and hostility from tens of thousands of people!

This brings great pressure and anxiety to those around me.

For some reason, Dialect wants to laugh!

Is there such a ridiculous thing in the world?

there is none left!

And it is being staged in such a grandiose way!

And so of course!

"This disaster and loss could have been avoided, all because of the negligence of the Holy See and my impulse!"

"This is our responsibility, and we will not evade it. We represent light and justice. The Lord said: Before faith, everyone is equal."

"Apologizing is not enough. Family members, if you have any requests, you can raise them on the spot. No matter what the conditions are, as long as they don't violate the main purpose of Guangming, they can be satisfied!"

As soon as the voice on the altar fell, an excited middle-aged woman knelt down on the left front of the dialect, kowtowed and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, this is my son who died on the sacred battlefield where light defeated darkness. This is his Glory, are you saying this now to take away this glory!?"

"No, no, this eldest sister, don't get me wrong!"

"Since it's not, why do you still say these things, Your Majesty, you are too kind and selfless... The Holy See has already done well enough, tell me, right!"

So, including the dialect's father, they all began to nod desperately, emotionally, even more exaggerated than this middle-aged woman.

Suddenly, Fang Yan didn't want to laugh anymore, and the chill invaded her body bit by bit, "frozen" her stiff.