His body was nearing its limit; he was an old man who had lived for over four hundred years in the Darlos calendar, which is equivalent to two hundred years in Earth years.
At this moment, the prayer being recited louder and louder, filled with profound emotion, was being read aloud.
Indeed, in my heart are fragments of memories from my entire life.
His family had unintentionally acquired the precious "Ode to the West" many years ago.
In his early years, he studied history and was deeply attracted to ancient theology. The deeper he went, the more he received divine inspiration.
During many times of loneliness, helplessness, doubt, and hesitation, it was the faith in my heart that gave me motivation.
When his father and grandfather passed away, they gave Bama a special pendant that he cherished. At that time, the young Bama recognized it almost immediately as the legendary "Ode to the West".
Then came the three hundred years of cherishing and wearing it.
'All of this is the guidance of my Lord, proof that the true God has never left. Foolish mortals and arrogant monarchies will eventually understand this. At that time, the people of Darlos may truly become as powerful as the Protoss, and perhaps, like them, be worthy to call themselves the people of the gods.'
It took exactly one hour for the High Priest of Bama to finish reciting the entire prayer, relying on his willpower and unwavering faith.
He then nearly fell because his legs gave way, but fortunately, two young priests behind him reacted quickly and helped him up.
"High Priest, don't push yourself. Take care of your health."
"Yes, Mr. Bama, you are no longer young!"
Looking at the two young faces, High Priest Bama suddenly felt a pang of guilt; these lovely children were destined to be sacrificed.
Although it was due to carelessness, it was ultimately his own fault, and the outcome that His Majesty the Emperor desired was unlikely to be achieved.
I can only atone for my sins before the true God after death, if my blood-stained soul can still go to heaven...
The High Priest of Bama's lips moved.
"I'm sorry, children, I'm so sorry..."
"What's wrong with you! High Priest, why are you apologizing? You've already done enough!"
Some young and enthusiastic believers in the back of the line also stood up, looking at the 100,000 scoundrels below with some anger.
“That’s right, High Priest, you have done your best. It was our Emperor who was too hasty. What use are these guys below? I think they will only incur the displeasure of the true god!”
"Shh! Do you want to die?"
Seeing that there was a disturbance on the sacred platform, Bama struggled to his feet and raised his hand to stop them.
The Empire's technology could certainly hear these disrespectful remarks, but it didn't matter now.
“Children, don’t be angry. This is a sacred altar. My old bones can still hold up.”
...
In the imperial palace of the Dalos Empire, several ministers and His Majesty the Emperor were all watching the high platform of the temple.
"That's it? That's it? What exactly was this ritual about?"
One of the military ministers couldn't help but speak up.
"This is a complete waste of the empire's resources!"
Inmar and Risop looked a little embarrassed. The former, being young and impetuous, immediately jumped out to retort.
"This is a proposed solution that has been approved by both the Imperial Cabinet and His Majesty. Are you going to oppose even His Majesty?"
"I! You're just making excuses!"
“I’m not just making excuses. Look how devout the Protoss are, yet they still haven’t received a response from their creator and are searching desperately throughout the universe. Do you expect Obama to succeed with a bunch of scoundrels in one go?”
"What!? You mean we're going to do this kind of nonsense a few more times?"
His Majesty the Emperor suddenly looked up at the two of them.
"Shut up!"
He then gave Inmar a meaningful look, which made the latter break out in a cold sweat.
"Minister Inerma, it seems you are quite responsible in your role as head of the New Xihui Sect."
This seemingly innocuous remark made Inmarma realize that His Majesty the Emperor had developed dangerous intentions towards him.
He subconsciously looked at his colleague, Minister Risorpe, only to find that the latter was avoiding his gaze.
Thump!
Inmar was startled, a chill ran down her spine, and she suddenly realized that her fate might be connected to the ethereal invocation ritual of the New West Glow sect.
For some reason, Inmarma was surprisingly not nervous at this moment, and spoke in a firm and calm voice.
"Your Majesty, this is where my responsibility lies, just as it has been for forty years in the intelligence field."
This reaction caused His Majesty the Emperor to frown.
...
The southern hemisphere of Dalos's capital planet was already brightly lit, and it was approaching noon. The scheduled ritual was to end before lunch.
The 100,000 pseudo-believers below could no longer contain themselves; some were bending over and massaging their legs, while others were whispering amongst themselves.
The bustling noise carried directly to the high platform, leaving the priests and believers there feeling rather helpless.
Because there was no response to the ritual, even the soldiers on the perimeter seemed too lazy to maintain order, letting the noise below continue.
Bama felt dizzy again, and he glanced longingly at the western sky, where stars were already hanging.
He was prepared to end this ritual of summoning the gods, which was significant to himself and the New West Glorious Church but was destined to be ineffective.
A sigh!
It resonated in Bama's heart!
This left the latter stunned, yet it also seemed like a figment of his imagination.
He wanted to raise his head and announce the end of today's ceremony, but suddenly he vented his anger on all the believers around him, who, whether true or false, were suspiciously watching each other.
"Lord Bama, have you heard a voice?"
Bama suddenly tensed up.
What was that sound?
"I can't quite put my finger on it, it's like... like someone is sighing..."
At this moment, Bama felt a slight tingling in his head, as if a long-forgotten memory had suddenly appeared in his mind.
In my memory, it was when I was a young child, not long after I had learned to walk, that I knocked over one of my grandfather's storage shelves, and a crystal ball fell from it.
It shattered instantly, and I cried in a panic, fearing that my grandfather would scold me.
Because of their weaker physique, most people in Dalos learn to walk around the age of 10, which is an age when it's easy to discipline them without feeling sorry for them.
Grandfather wasn't angry, even though the crystal ball seemed very important to him.
Grandfather picked himself up and picked up a piece of paper of unknown material from the shards of the crystal ball.
"At that moment of twilight, I remember the sigh of the true God before his departure—Dococosia."
When did I forget this memory?
No, that's not important!
Bama nervously raised his head and looked west. The starlight was still there, but like a blurry solar eclipse, it had an extra ring of faint outline that would go unnoticed.
Another memory appeared in her mind, but this time it might not be her own. In this memory, she had become a young girl.
This girl looks somewhat different from modern Xihui people. Her wrinkles are very faint and close to the skin. Her body is relatively smooth and her skin is elastic. Moreover, her body proportions are mathematically perfect.
If I had to categorize them, aside from their markings, build, and skin color, they resemble Protoss more than modern Dalos.
Although it felt strange, Bama instantly understood his identity from his memories.
Docococia, the last saintess of the Western Radiance Cult!
...
A victory celebration was being held at the Alien Civilization Alliance Defense Headquarters to commemorate the victory of the Protoss Star Spirit Fleet. Li Shengyao, showing great respect, brought a high-ranking starship officer to attend.
Just as the Gundam Celestials were about to down their drinks, the alien races of various forms noticed that all the Celestials had stopped.
"This is... the aura of a divine realm!"
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