Chapter 213 The judgment of history is the final judgment
Dark clouds fell like a lead curtain over the city of Tripoli, making people unable to breathe.
The raindrops were as thin as needles, and the cold dampness penetrated into the bones from the sea breeze.
The square in front of the church was covered with a layer of gray fog in the rain, and the years condensed here, allowing everything to be wrapped in dim silence.
Garris was escorted by two heavily armed knights, their steps heavy and lonely.
But there was still a trace of calmness hanging on the corner of Garris's mouth, and that calm smile looked pale and feeble in the drizzle.
Archbishop Olivier stood at the door of the church, his body upright, like a cold stone statue under his wide cassock.
The towering church spire behind him disappeared into the dark clouds, with a cold air that suppressed the onlookers in the square and did not dare to make a sound.
The only sound was the cold sound of rain hitting the stone slabs, breaking the air in the square and spreading the chill silently.
"Gairis, I don't know where you come from, but you have disturbed the eternal sacred order here in Tripoli."
"You can repent and admit your sins, and God will forgive everyone who knows their mistakes and can correct them."
Olivier's hoarse words were not loud, but Gareth was not far away from them and he could hear them clearly.
So Garris shook his head again.
The church in the 12th century was still very different from the church in later generations when the witch-hunting movement arose.
The witch-hunting movement in later generations was largely an intrusion of secular power by local churches. It was often used to attack political opponents, plunder people's fat and anointing, and vent the people's panic.
But before that, before the church tasted the sweetness of the witch-hunting movement, most clergymen did not realize how much benefit the witch-hunting movement could bring to them.
For the current Archbishop of Tripoli, if Gehrys can correct his mistakes and correct them, then this will be a model of salvation and an example that can be promoted.
Killing is just a means, killing one's heart is the goal.
Of course, if Gehrys refused to correct himself, then the panic about smallpox could be pinned entirely on Gehrys to relieve the public's nervousness.
Garris glanced at the surrounding square again, and there were many more people than before.
In these days, Gairis was not the only one active in Tripoli. Many priests from the Church of Cyprus were related to many people in Tripoli.
After all, it is the only independent Orthodox church in the area.
The priests told the story of Garris among the citizens and among acquaintances by word of mouth.
And Garris's various miraculous medical skills, coupled with cheap treatments, also made him a talkative figure in the city.
Now, Garris was captured without a fight, and many people were in an uproar. Even though it was raining lightly, these people wanted to come over to see the scene.
Facing Olivier's request, Garris, who was shackled and hung with a heavy shot put, couldn't help laughing.
"Confess?" Garris raised his head slightly, a sneer escaped from his chapped lips.
"Never!"
"I am the Immaculate Conception, the third Adam in this world!"
"The first person was born from the earth and belongs to the soil, the second person was born from the sky, and the third person, that is, me, was born from the human being and is a complete human being."
"What sin can I confess? Because I healed those abandoned poor people?"
When Garris was about to say something, François on the side threw a punch and hit Garris directly in the face.
But there was no sound of punching flesh, because his fist seemed to have passed through the air and passed through Garris's head.
W-what?
Ghost, ghost?
Amid the disbelieving looks on François and Stephen's faces, Garris continued to speak his mind.
"You have delayed everything, death, sorrow, famine."
"At the end of the thousand years, Satan will be released from his prison and will come out to deceive the nations on all sides of the earth."
"Is it because I exposed the corruption under your hypocritical temple?"
"In your eyes, my crime is that I dare to touch those truths that only you can monopolize."
"You want me to repent? That means you want me to give up the light of the world and hand everything back to your darkness!"
Listening to Garris's nonsense, Francois drew his sword and struck directly at Garris!
But when he struck Garris, he felt like he had struck a phantom, accompanied by the sound of iron chains colliding. In an instant, Garys took a step forward.
"Everything in the world belongs to the Lord! Land, wealth, power - He has given it to us all!"
"The poor, the destitute... those who work hard but still can't survive, have a part of His gift waiting to be taken."
"I say to the rich: Provide food to the hungry. If you don't give him food, you will kill him."
The drizzle continued, and the heavy shot seemed to drag Garris' pace, making him walk very slowly.
After Francois came to his senses, he ignored his confusion and struck with his sword again!
However, still, he only hit a phantom, and Garris appeared one step away.
"You are a bunch of false saints wearing divine robes and sitting in splendid palaces!"
"You hold up the Bible and claim the grace of God, but use it to cover up countless crimes; you give others the gift of hunger, the gift of poverty, but you yourself enjoy the abundance." "But your lies will eventually collapse, and the day will come - —There will be no more oppression, no distinction between rich and poor, and all people in the world will be equal as brothers.”
Olivier, who had his back against the towering church, was stunned as he looked at the phantom-like Garris.
Under the loose cassock, he was sweating profusely. The moist liquid could not be distinguished from condensation or cold sweat.
He wanted to turn around and run away, but the luxurious cassock was like a gold-plated lead robe, so heavy that he could not move.
He subconsciously pointed the top of his scepter at Garris with the cross, and roared loudly: "In the sacred name of the Father and the Son, I command you, evil spirit, to retreat from this place!"
The church bell rang, and from the bell tower hidden in the dark clouds, the melodious bells resounded throughout Tripoli.
Olivier was a little shocked because it wasn't time to ring the bell yet!
Garris stepped onto the last step. He stared at Olivier and said word for word: "The Thousand Year Kingdom will definitely be realized. It will be an era without restraints and fear."
"People will no longer be blinded by your taboos, and no longer tremble by your judgments."
"I am not afraid of your judgment, because I have seen the glory of the future - and you will be exposed, abandoned, and annihilated in that glory!"
The scepter hit the stone slab hard, and the clear and cold sound echoed in the rain for a long time, like the sound of judgment coming from the abyss.
"Kill, kill him!"
Olivier gave the order in a hissing voice. The scenes just now were really too terrifying.
Francois struck at Garris with his sword again and again, but in vain. On the contrary, it seemed particularly ridiculous because he followed suit.
This branch leader of the Knights Templar, a master of the Knights, could not kill a person who was close at hand no matter what?
ah?
It was still raining in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck across the sky again, and the dull thunder was intertwined with the continuous ringing of bells.
The sound of the clash of armors soon joined the chorus, and those who originally captured Garris swarmed up and surrounded Garris.
At this moment, a group of heavily armed men, holding halberds, swords and shields, surrounded Garris, whose hands were shackled and a shot put was hung on his feet.
"Sheath your sword! Anyone who uses the sword will die by the sword."
This was the second time Garris said this today, but this time, he was admonishing the Templar Knights on the side.
It rained heavily, and raindrops as big as soybeans fell on people's faces, causing people to feel pain.
The rainwater slid down people's faces, creating a look of panic.
When these people are afraid, they vaguely feel as if they are face to face with some unknown, indescribable, and indescribable existence.
"It is finished! He is the beginning and He is the end. He will give the water of the fountain of life freely to those who are thirsty to drink."
"He who overcomes will inherit these: He will be my God, and I will be his son."
“As for the cowardly, the abominable, murderers, whoremongers, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, they will have their part in the lake of fire that burns with brimstone; that is their second death .”
When Garris said death, those holding shields and swords swarmed up.
From this moment on, what falls in the sky is no longer rain, but blood.
The bloody water washed over the square in front of the church, making the salty air mixed with the Mediterranean smell even more fishy.
The souls of the dead for thousands of years awakened from the ground because of the watering of blood, and they floated around the square.
Witness those deaths and witness the eve of this new heaven and new earth.
The first man was a child of the earth, that was Adam, whom the Lord created from the dust.
The second person is the child of heaven, that is Jesus, who proclaims to the world the good news that the kingdom of heaven is coming.
The third person is a child of man. He and the others are all children of Jehovah, and they are all brothers and sisters in the Kingdom of Heaven.
The reflection of heaven on earth is about to come true.
No matter how long the reflection lasts, no matter whether the reflection is skewed or not.
Garris will not give up.
Indeed, nothing is eternal except movement, but the judgment of history is the final judgment.
The struggle of man in history is an eternal struggle.
Nothing can stop the pace of progress. Any religion that delays this war, whitewashes peace, and promotes eternal life after death while ignoring this life will become opium, a placebo, and the sigh of the creatures on earth.
Whether a priest or a believer, everyone is a priest, and everyone has been on this battlefield since the day they were born.
Fight against the rulers of the darkness of this world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
Again, this is a "resurrection", the resurrection of humanity.
The light of life shines here. This light is so dazzling that it is fascinating even in this dark rain curtain.
(End of chapter)