Chapter 209 Black Butterfly
"Look! It's the Holy Son and His Holiness the Pope!"
"God of Light, Your Majesty is really here!!"
Perhaps because this baptism of holy water was not a glorious self-affirmation for the Holy See, Saint Son Lanter's clothes were no longer as bright and beautiful as before, forming a sharp contrast with Pope Callisto who was dressed in gorgeous clothes beside him.
Saint Son Lanter was only wearing a simple and elegant pure white robe, with his long dark brown hair casually scattered behind him. He wore a specially made butterfly mask on his right cheek. The mask covered a quarter of his face and completely covered his right eye, leaving only a butterfly flapping its wings ready to fly.
This should have been an extremely clever little idea, but everyone present knew that the butterfly-wing mask was a cover-up.
In the most widely circulated rumor, Saint Son Lanter revealed the scarlet devil's eyes when the divine blood was revealed.
His right eye is connected to the red abyss. Once ordinary people look into the red devil's eye, they will lose their sanity and quickly turn into a corrupted species. Although no actual case has occurred until the day of baptism, this statement has inexplicably gained popularity among the crowd.
The limited vision on one side did not affect Lu Yi's pace at all. He followed slowly behind Callisto with a leisurely pace and a calm expression.
The crowd's discussions became quieter and quieter, until they finally became completely silent.
Under everyone's gaze, Lu Yi followed Callisto step by step to the altar on the side of the Light Square.
Under the altar is a holy water pool that took three days and nights to build.
The shimmering water reflected the huge altar, as well as Rant and Callisto who were slowly walking up to the altar.
A staircase divides Callisto and Rante into two ends of light and darkness. On the staircase is the Pope in gorgeous clothes and a crown, and below the staircase is the Son of God in plain clothes and loose hair.
The sun was high at noon and the two men stood opposite each other.
Behind Callisto was a magnificent and huge temple. He faced the crowd, with the crown of the temple and the worship of believers. In front of him, Lante faced the palace with his back to the crowd, showing an inexplicable courage.
"Rant."
"Teacher, I'm here."
"I now baptize Rant Hobbs in accordance with the will of all believers of light, so that his name will be confirmed in the holy water. Rant, are you ready?" Callisto asked solemnly.
Lu Yi took a deep breath and said seriously: "Your Majesty, I am ready."
Callisto said no more, stretched out the Pope's scepter and gently placed the cut surface of the ruby on Rant's forehead.
Lu Yi felt the coolness of the gem on his forehead and drew a right-facing cross on his chest.
The scepter disappeared, and Callisto lifted the sleeve of his other hand with one hand, revealing a slender and strong forearm. He reached out and dipped some holy water from the silver plate beside him, and sprinkled it on Lant's slightly lowered head.
"May the God of Light be with you."
"Amen."
Amen—countless people present also silently said this in their hearts.
Callisto withdrew his hand and whispered, "Go."
Lu Yi nodded imperceptibly and then turned around.
Both Callisto and Lu Yi knew that this holy water baptism was a one-way self-affirmation ceremony for Saint Son Lante.
Only they know that this is not self-affirmation, but a farewell.
Lu Yi slowly walked down the altar and towards the holy water pool.
"Rant!" someone shouted loudly in the crowd.
"You are the one who caused the epidemic, right?! Do you know how many people you have killed?! Do you know——"
The Templar Knights reacted quickly and stopped the person from speaking in time. The person who suddenly jumped up could not continue speaking and was dragged out of the Square of Light while struggling.
But the originally dead silent atmosphere finally changed.
[“857…Have I seen the person who just spoke?”]
857 paused for a moment and answered hesitantly: [Yes, 61, he is a surviving resident of Luo Saiqiao. ]
Lu Yi sighed silently, [“The residents of Luo Saiqiao…”]
I didn't kill Bo Ren, but he died because of me. In front of the dead, right and wrong are no longer clear.
All he could do was send Mios to hell to atone for his sins.
Before that, he must lie dormant.
Da, da——
Saint Son Lanter's steps were light, but they quietly moved the hearts of all the believers present.
He walked slowly into the holy water pool, with the choir's hymns, the gazes of thousands of people, the eternal coronation of Luo Saiqiao, and the name of the Son of God that had not been successfully engraved on the monument, and slowly waded into the newly created holy water pool.
"Kativan, the great holy city of Katifan, the eternally pure and clean temple of light—"
The holy nun was chanting loudly.
The cold holy water gradually covered the hem of Saint Son Lant's clothes, then his waist, shoulders, and finally kissed his jaw and pale pink lips.
The holy water covered his head.
Callisto maintained perfect papal etiquette, gazing silently at the calm water.
But the calmness of the holy water pool only lasted for a few tens of seconds.
I don't know from which second Saint Son Lant was immersed in the holy water pool, but bubbles of varying sizes gradually began to rise to the surface.
The bubbles burst at the contact surface between the holy water and the air, making a slight gurgling sound.
The gurgling sound was very small, but extremely deafening.
The crowd was still able to remain calm at this point, but the dark change that followed made everyone shudder.
As if it was contaminated by something extremely filthy and turbid, the clear and clean holy water was visibly stained with a muddy black color.
The sky and the earth were in a strange color, dark clouds covered the sun, and thunder suddenly sounded!
The howling hurricane caused the surrounding trees to rustle, and the uproar of the crowd was swallowed up by the crane-like sound of the wind.
“God of Light! Is this your will? Holy Son—No, Lant is the rebel!”
"He was the one who betrayed the human race! He was the one who brought the plague!! He was the one who killed my family and friends!!"
"Lant really really betrayed the Church... God of Light! Lant really betrayed the Church! He is a rebel!"
"What the troublemaker said before was right. Lant is a rebel!"
The angry voices began to gradually drown out the howling wind, and the high-pitched and intense emotions quickly spread among the crowd. The anger of being blinded and deceived was like a ignited wildfire burning wildly.
Countless people were cursing and denouncing Rant, who was still sinking in the holy water pool.
The dark pool water, which could no longer be called holy water, no longer emitted bubbles. The hurricane became more and more violent, but the water surface returned to calm.
No one cared about Rant's life or death under the holy water pool.
In other words, everyone was hoping that he would die on the spot in the holy water pool.
Some people could not believe what they saw and tried to refute it: "Maybe it was because the Holy Son had been attacked by that person's black magic before? Maybe this was a trap for the Holy Son Rant from the beginning!"
But their voices were too small amid the angry roars. Even if they attracted the attention of people around them, they would only receive criticism for venting their emotions.
The Vatican remained silent, so the anger grew a hundredfold, overwhelming the dark clouds covering the sun, overwhelming the pitch-black holy water pool, and finally becoming the main theme of the entire Plaza de Lumina.
"I told you, hahaha! There's just something wrong with him!"
Bishop Kelsen tried his best to suppress the smile on his face, but his joy was still revealed in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
"Why are you all silent? Didn't you all support Rand yesterday? Now you know who is the one with the most insightful vision!"
Bishop Kalai took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his urge to take action, and said in a suppressed voice: "Kelson, I advise you to keep a low profile. After all, you don't want to lose face in front of others!"
Kelson's expression froze, and his face changed several times. Finally, he swallowed his anger and said angrily: "Bishop Kalai, don't be so angry. I just said something casually, and you act like this-"
"Ahem, ahem——"
Kelson suddenly lost his voice, looked down at the hole in his chest in a daze, fell straight to the ground, and died in an instant with his eyes open!
The archbishops around him were startled by this sudden situation and looked around vigilantly.
The Central Cardinal is at least a fifth-rank magician. He can kill a cardinal in his prime in an instant. What a terrifying existence must be the one who did it!
"His heart is gone." A bishop whispered.
"Look up!" Kale shouted.
The pressure that was beyond the endurance of life came overwhelmingly.
The gray clouds turned into thick black blocks that were filled with ink, covering the entire world in darkness.
The hurricane stopped.
In other words, everything has come to a standstill at this moment.
The air stagnated and stopped flowing. The angry curses of the crowd were forcibly paused, and everything was frozen at this moment.
In the endless darkness, a black hole appeared above the sky, and a giant hand that swallowed all colors, light and darkness stretched out very slowly.
The sky was torn apart.
The giant hand that could not be described in words stretched out towards the Bright Square.
The giant hand kept shrinking, and then reached into the dark holy water pool as if no one was around.
The giant hand lifted Rant, who had his eyes closed, out of the water and finally gently placed him on the flat ground beside the pool.
The unconscious Rand lay on his side on the white brick floor.
His pure white robe was soaked through, and his long dark brown hair stuck to his cheeks, chest and back. His face was pale and bloodless, and his raven black eyelashes seemed to tremble unconsciously, reflecting a breathtaking beauty in his fragility.
The boundary between darkness and light is completely blurred in him, leaving only the attraction that is enough to bewitch people.
The giant hand whose fingertips lingered on his slightly rising and falling back did not leave, but in the next moment suddenly transformed into countless fluttering black butterflies.
Magnificent black butterfly wings in myriad changing postures surrounded Lant, wrapping him in a dreamlike splendor.
Countless black butterflies fluttered their wings and flew around.
The black butterfly connected the torn sky and the lying Rant, forming a black butterfly bridge between heaven and earth.
The sky suddenly became bright, and golden light poured down from the black hole in the dome.
The dark clouds dispersed, the air began to flow again, and heavy breathing sounds came one after another.
Under the sunlight, the black butterfly burned out the last bit of its burning vitality, danced brilliantly, embraced the golden light, and slowly melted away.
In the end, there was nothing left.
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Report, Rand turned into a butterfly and flew away!
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