Chapter 114 04: Mass (fourth update)
On September 21, the mass was held as scheduled.
This Mass will be broadcast live online, but there is basically no advance publicity. If you do not follow the official media of the Holy See, you will not know that the Pope will hold a public Mass at Mount St. Michael.
Only those who come here these days know the news in advance and rush here early in the morning.
"Oh, we're late! Damn it! Why hasn't the tide receded until today?" On the other side of Mont Saint-Michel, a TV station car stopped at the edge of the road that was flooded by the sea. Inside, a blond female reporter wearing a reporter badge looked across the sea and kept complaining.
"Oh, when you got on the bus, you said, 'Why are you going so early for a mass that is only held at 12 noon, old man?', and now you are complaining that you are late. It is you who are late, we are all waiting for you!" The black people's photography imitates the yin and yang of women's speaking tone.
“Shut up, you eastern lowland gorilla!” The female reporter was already annoyed, so she just shouted back.
"Hey, pay attention to your tone! My gender this month is Airbus A320, painted in rainbow colors!" The black cameraman seemed to be quarreling with her frequently.
"Oh, please, no matter what color it is, it will always be black if you touch it." The female reporter didn't care about the other person's buff and took the photo without mistake.
"OK, OK! I'll ask the locals to see what's going on." The newcomer quickly slipped out of the car and asked someone about the situation.
After continuing to watch Mont Saint-Michel, which looked like an isolated island in the sea, the female reporter sighed: "Forget it, we are just recording the material anyway. We will take pictures from a distance later, and then go up and take some more shots when the tide goes out to fool us. That’s it.”
“Good idea.” The black cameraman nodded in agreement with this lazy behavior, as if the quarrel between them had never happened.
After a while, the newcomer ran back panting.
“There are two spring tides here every year. During the spring tide, even during low tide, the channel will be submerged, but it usually only takes one day, and it should recede by tomorrow.”< br>
“We have to wait until tomorrow?! We don’t have that much time!”
"Vampires will not give us time to be lazy."
"Let's go, you can't take pictures here. Huh? Hey, am I dazzled? Why is that cloud in the sky darker than your face?"< br>
The female reporter was about to run away, but she saw a black line on the horizon that was so long that the edge could not be seen.
A clear dividing line between black and white.
The black cameraman did not refute, but frowned, turned on the device, and zoomed in again.
"Shit, I saw a cloud! A black cloud! Damn it!"
The female reporter looked at her watch. It was now eleven-fifty, and there were ten more days before the mass officially started. minute.
"Man, we seem to have encountered some big news." The female reporter licked her lips, straightened her clothes, and looked excited.
"Hey, promotion and salary increase are just around the corner! Newcomers, why are you still hanging around? Hurry up and call the TV station to apply for emergency live broadcast!"
"Ah? Ah! Okay!"
Mont Saint-Michel.
From the bottom to the monastery, there are devotees standing in almost every corner.
Some of them held scriptures in their hands, some held the cross tightly, and they were all looking forward to the start of the mass.
In the monastery, Brand suddenly felt a little uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.
"Brand, are you ready?" The Pope and the ceremonial attendant made the final confirmation. He turned around and saw that Brand seemed to be so nervous that his forehead was sweating. He thought it was because the other party was too nervous, so he took the photo. Patting him on the shoulder, he comforted, "We are all brothers and sisters, so why be nervous? Besides, this is also the Lord's will."
Brand held up the angel's severed arm and prayed silently.
The mass officially began. This is a modified Mass. Because the main process is placed outside, some of the content has been streamlined. First, the Pope greets everyone, and then Brand delivers the confession.
“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit”
It was during the greetings that the crowd began to make unexpected movements.
Like contagion, panic spread, even disrupting the pope's voice.
"God. What is that?"
"Oh my God."
Amidst the noise, people looked up at the sky.
Pope, Brand, and Jennifer looked in the direction the crowd was looking. After seeing the scene in front of them, they involuntarily opened their mouths.
In the distance, there are terrifying black clouds sweeping across the sky, like a city wall in the sky, connected to the sky, blocking the transmission of light, making the area under it like a dark and gloomy hell, with no vision.
Although the Pope was a little flustered, he still forced himself to remain calm and comfort the believers.
The approaching speed of the wall of black clouds slowed down, almost stagnating on the side of the sea in front of Mont Saint-Michel. It kept surging, as if dividing the same world, and then moved forward inch by inch. The sunlight was eroding, but it was like being blocked by a wall of air. It was unable to completely cross the space directly above the Holy Mountain. It could only slowly circle around and complete the semi-encirclement and full encirclement of the Holy Mountain.
A few minutes later, terrible black clouds completely surrounded Mont Saint-Michel, and there was almost no visible darkness all around. The residents living in the town on the other side turned on their lights in panic. , looking into the distance with fear.
A large number of tourists who were originally on the shore also looked panicked, or picked up their mobile phones to take pictures, or murmured something unknown.
And in this darkness, only the sky above the holy Mont Saint-Michel was clear, and the sun was still bright and bright. Under the Tyndall effect, it was like a beam of light, which was extremely beautiful.
“.You can see it! An unknown weather miracle occurred in the sea near Mont Saint-Michel, where the severed arm of the angel Michael is enshrined. There is also a mass hosted by the Pope today. Go ahead! Yes, right at this moment, after the mass officially begins, black clouds begin to surround the Holy Mountain! We have reason to suspect that this is the devil! They are trying to harm our Lord Pope, but I believe that the Lord Will protect us, and so will the holy relics of angels."
The wind was already very strong at this moment, mixed with the crashing sound of the blown waves. The female reporter had to shout at the top of her lungs to ensure that the audience could hear what she said.
The emergency news broadcast brought astonishing attention to the TV station in the blink of an eye. As soon as today is over, the devout blonde beauty in front of the camera will surely become a new star in the journalism world.
Holy Mountain, the Pope has already finished reading his greeting with stumbling steps. This is also the most difficult greeting he has ever read.
Although the believers still have fears, most of them can still keep their minds firm and follow the process of the Mass.
"The Lord is watching us." The Pope gave up his position to Brand, pointed to the sky, and smiled reluctantly.
Brand calmed down and began to recite a confession.
The strong wind became more and more violent. On the sea level, waterspouts slowly formed, as if they would break into the holy mountain in the next second and sweep away all the people inside.
Brand remained unmoved and continued to chant loudly in a firm tone, trying his best to guide the panicked believers.
William took out his mobile phone and took a few photos as souvenirs, even a selfie.
“You don’t seem scared?”
Shiraishi Hang walked up to him and asked with interest.
"Afraid, how could you not be afraid." William smiled and spread his arms, "In the face of such a powerful force, even a person with superpowers seems so small, as if he has no ability to resist at all."< br>
Shiraishi Hang was noncommittal.
In fact, the real situation is not that exaggerated.
(End of this chapter)