Chapter 345 345. You will swallow a bitter pill
Anyone with some knowledge can recognize it. The male voice asking questions to the light is obviously the former pope, St. Nithoris.
Believers asking questions to God is a rare and novel thing.
In the eyes of believers, gods are almost omnipotent. Just saying "have you been deceived?" is equivalent to questioning the gods. If it is serious, it is simply heresy!
In that country where endless feather-like holy light is waving, some ferocious beasts and demons can be vaguely seen arrayed in front of the palace of the Father of Light.
What the hell is that?
All the forces that could observe the Kingdom of God were surprised, and the people of the Orpheus family felt a little emotional when they saw their ancestors standing in those things.
However, most people still couldn't recognize who it was. They could only see the familiar Holy See of the Holy See surrounded by beasts and demons.
Each of them was wearing their most gorgeous and solemn clothes, and at the same time, they were also blessed by the angel of light and possessed magical armor and robes.
Otherwise, Croya didn't believe they could make the light submit.
As the Holy Spirit of light, after they enter the Kingdom of God, they become part of the Kingdom of God. As long as the Lord of the Kingdom of God has a slight thought, they will become the nourishment of the Kingdom of God.
This is fundamentally different from the Hall of Valor and Eden made by Croya. The Hall of Valor he made is isolated by a protective layer on the outside, so that the souls who enter can maintain themselves.
The Father of Light simply assimilated and relied on his own power to maintain the existence of the Holy Spirits.
So now the only thing they can do, the only thing they can pray for is that the Father of Light can become more sober after losing countless believers and petitioners who have affected his thoughts.
That's all.
So, how did the gods respond to the questions raised by believers?
After a brief pause, the holy light actually ignored their questions, and instead covered their figures with even greater divine music and angels flying and flapping their wings.
Countless angels flew out of the sacred kingdom and headed towards the main plane.
Croya was the first to see this scene, and immediately curled his lips in disdain. He knew that nothing good would happen, but he didn't expect that they would just ignore it.
"Sure enough, God is so confident."
"Not even willing to answer."
He also lost his patience. To be honest, he was still worried about Guangming. If he could get back his way, maybe he would still be willing to talk to him face to face.
But since that's the case, there's no need for him to hide it.
Everything that can be prepared and has been prepared has been completed.
He looked sharply at the Holy Spirits, watching them step into the sacred hall one by one and gradually dissolve in the torrent of light - even now they all still want to awaken the "conscience" of light.
He couldn't evaluate the behavior of these holy spirits. All he could do was watch them leave. At least while they were still alive, Croya didn't want to make them uncomfortable.
Croya's friends actually wanted to stop it.
After all, they did establish some friendships with these Holy Spirits during this period, learned some things from each other, and felt the personality charm of these Holy Spirits who left a strong mark on the history of the Holy See.
Even if the relationship is hostile, they will respect these spirits.
Estner tried to stop the saint: "Your god has no humanity anymore. If you go in like this, you will only die!"
Oak also comforted Ms. Shenglong: "I have heard of your reputation. As long as you are willing to leave, I will ask Croya, and he will definitely agree to let you leave this world!"
Kemoye, Theodore and others were also blocking their way, but the Holy Spirits just walked into the stone palace one by one with what could be said to be a miserable smile on their faces, but it was more shining than crystal.
Don't they know what they are facing?
As the Holy Spirit, the Father of Light, they cannot understand what they will face after entering. But knowing is one thing, and whether to do it or not is another matter.
After about half an hour, all the Holy Spirits disappeared into the hall, and more and more Feather Holy Light fell from the sky. The pure Holy Light seemed to turn the entire world into a bright and shining world.
The Father of Light still did not answer.
"Let's get started."
It was at this time that Croya picked up his harp. He walked very slowly to the front of the Sun Demon and the insect army, looked directly at the palace, and looked at the figure walking out of the palace——< br>
It was an angel wearing a luxurious dress.
The Angel of the Piano.
His eyes were full of expectation and joy, and he said softly: "We meet again, the singer of the sun."
The angel sat down gracefully, turning the harp into a large seat. The luxurious dress spread around like petals. He stared at Croya with burning eyes: "I don't want to stop you, but I have to stop you. .”
"The earth has given you the music to tune...Aren't you curious about what kind of music He, the light, has?"
Croya also smiled: "I'm very curious, so I came to ask you for advice. Don't worry, I will give you a position in the future."
The Angel of the Piano didn't say anything more. He put his fingers on the harp and played it slowly. The light of morning dew and sunset gathered around him.
It seems to be the same as what I saw last time at the Yavanna Sacred Mine, but this time what He played was a deep... dusk movement that should not exist in a vibrant world.
The dusk color that makes people feel hopeless and dead gradually infiltrates everything around them, and the sound of the harp becomes low and hoarse, appearing strange and weird.
The originally bright and shining world and the scattered feathers were instantly shrouded in the ominous color of dusk. All living things looked up at the country uneasily, as if something was about to happen.
"Oh." Croya understood: "The dusk of the world's destruction, right? Then if you are allowed to complete it and let the light descend successfully, there should be the dawn of salvation, right?"
He looked at the deep dusk, and he was very sure that this was also a movement from "Poetry of the Original Origin", and it probably accounted for a very important part. Although it was not up to the level of his "Poetry of Rainbow Colors", the piece about the earth was definitely It can be crushed.
Hope and despair, dusk and dawn.
This kind of power is a very essential power. It cannot even be described simply as a powerful and great level of divine power. Its existence itself is already the rule of the world.
So when it played, even the gods and legends who were watching here were shocked - Eurydice's face showed a tangled look for the first time.
This thing...he can't handle it.
"How come the Father of Light still has this kind of music?" Eurydice was surprised: "I have never heard of previous generations of light having such power."
He turned to look at Iotes, "Do you know?"
The Titan puppet also shook his head: "I have never seen it and I don't know that he has this kind of ability. If we face this kind of ability, we can only bear it."
This is indeed frustrating to say, but it is the fact. There is a personality, and even a legendary mage must abide by the rules.
"Then we can only look at Croak's ability." Eurydice shrugged, looking through the power of the curtain of stars at Croak who was playing slowly on the harp.
If his guess is correct, this power of dusk can be regarded as the ultimate killing move of the light, forcibly dragging the world into a prelude to "destruction", and then restore it through another power of salvation, allowing the world itself to recognize his "salvation" .
Unexpectedly, he released his killing move like this. It seemed that even when he faced those demons and swarms of insects, the pressure was indeed a little bit great. ……
Croya, who faced the Angel of Qin, felt it most clearly.
Although he put on the divine costume of Apollo, it was still the path of the gods, which was somewhat different from the power he had always used.
So after a brief hesitation, he withdrew part of his symphony power. The power quickly filled his body, directly rising to the eleventh level.
If there were any more, he would be unable to stop himself from entering the realm of gods.
After regaining some strength in this way, he began to play the symphony. The river of movement composed of countless colors rose from every place in the north and faced the dusk without fear.
What they contain is the music that belongs to all things that Croya has worked hard to manage in the North for more than ten years. There are humans, monsters, magic plants, and even the earth and the ocean...
The golden light quickly started from the north at an unstoppable speed and began to gradually move towards all areas that had been swept by William's army, planted by sunflowers, and touched by Croya.
Just when the Angel of Qin thought that this was the "gift" prepared by Croya, the latter smiled slightly.
"I used this gift at the beginning, and now I want to give it to you. It is another gift for the god sitting on the top of the clouds."
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His fingers paused for two seconds, and then pressed on the strings of the Gopher harp again, with a trace of blood seeping from his white fingers.
"That's the bitter fruit you brought."
And as the golden light penetrates the earth, the souls of those who died because of the war and all the disasters caused by the light and the earth are also awakened.
They may no longer have complete consciousness, and all that is left in their hearts is resentment towards the light and the earth. These are the roots of the darkness of the Styx.
Unforgettable hatred.
"This kind of power actually still remains in the main plane?"
"Didn't the River Styx take them away?"
"It's so daunting..."
Whether it is a legend or a god, there is obvious fear on the face. This thing is an indestructible substance, and anyone who gets it will be unlucky.
They don't understand why those golden movements of Croya can actually control these powers, so how can resentment, which obviously has no wisdom and consciousness, allow itself to be controlled?
Of course they would not know what Croya had promised, and it was impossible for anyone to believe that someone would use the Kingdom of God to carry such resentment.
The only thing that comforted them was that the dark power did not spread out, but was guided by the golden music. Countless shadowy shadows seemed to have walked on a golden bridge, walking directly towards the Kingdom of the Father of Light.
At this moment, the dark shadow had only one thought in his mind.
"Revenge!"
The pitch-black figures met the flapping angels one after another. In the blink of an eye, they assimilated each other, turned pitch-black, and then adapted to their new bodies and flew towards the Kingdom of God.
"..."
The sound of the Angel of the Piano stopped for a moment.
He has already felt that at dusk and at the moment when the music of destruction is played, these completely unconscious collections of hatred have inspired indescribable power.
Yes, their world has been destroyed, what else can they miss?
The only option left is "revenge against God".
However, the power of the symphony was able to tolerate them. It was an unforgettable hatred, and it was the most terrifying filth accumulated in the entire human country after the locust plague war and death.
He took a deep look at Croya, but only saw indifference on the other person's handsome face, without any pain showing at all.
It stands to reason that He should change his power at this moment, from the dusk of destruction to the dawn of salvation, and then use the power of the Kingdom of God to satisfy these resentments, even if the losses are heavy, he will not have to suffer too much.
But...He was forced to come.
The status of the Father of Light is not such that He can be a dog. He is just restrained here by divine power to help the stupid Light play music.
So He still played the music of dusk, even a little harder - the color of dusk became darker and darker, with a low mist that destroyed the world.
Soon, the only thing visible in the whole world was the golden bridge composed of symphony and the figures of people who continued to launch self-destruction attacks towards the Kingdom of God.
Croya noticed His movements keenly.
But he didn't say anything. He endured the pain surging in his mind and immersed himself in his own music. The black figure controlling the symphony and resentment broke through the barrier of the Kingdom of God.
"Teacher!"
And it was at this moment that Miya, who had been hiding not far behind Croya, sighed softly. The body turned into a white-gold ring under a thin layer of moon veil, and landed on the back of Croya's head in a silent way.
His voice rang in Croya’s ears:
"I placed a forbidden curse on these gods when I crashed."
"They will never be able to leave their country."
"This is both restraint and protection."
"Now...it can finally be solved."
Accompanied by the murmuring voice of the Ring of Glory, the almost imperceptible layer of platinum-gold magic patterns covering the interior of the Kingdom of the Father of Light gradually disappeared.
Especially the magic pattern surrounding the sacred stone temple.
An ecstatic consciousness came out from the stone palace. After thousands of years, he was finally able to escape from the forbidden curse of the Ring of Glory!
But before he could figure out the specific situation, the golden symphony suddenly broke through the stone door and wrapped all the resentment in his body.
In the end, an apple with black resentment wrapped in a golden shell was formed, and the symphony wrapped around Him like tentacles.
He immediately forced the apple into the mouth of the father of light who had just woken up.
"Taste it well, this is the lament I play for you."
"The bitter fruit of God's brew!"
Croya's voice spread to the entire continent of Semrio along with the slightly horrified lament of the Father of Light. All living beings could see that a high-ranking god was forcibly... fed an apple.
(End of chapter)