Chapter 560 The Saint with Fiery Red Hair
"Is the distance of worship closer or farther?"
Walking on the streets of Saint Sokanas, the girl felt a solemn atmosphere that she had never seen in other places.
The tall and magnificent buildings stood like walls hundreds of meters high. Walking under them, it seemed as if you were about to be pressed down by the high walls that blocked the sky in front of you, and there was an illusion that you were about to fall.
There were vehicles driving on the streets, but their style was like some kind of ancient magic motorcycle that would only appear in a museum. They were heavy and inconvenient, like a mobile fortress. There were very few tourists here. Everyone who wanted to enter Saint Sokanas had to go through layers of screening. Some might have to apply for ten years before they could get a chance to worship.
Members wearing cult uniforms could be seen everywhere. They all carried metal-shelled scriptures with them. Such books had chains at the bottom, connected to the belt. When they were opened, yellowed and old pages could be seen. Each word in them was handwritten. They also carried a weapon.
In the 20 minutes of walking along the street, the girl saw no less than five groups of people, holding spears, carrying two-handed swords, holding heavy hammers, heavy scepters, etc.
"Please line up and be checked one by one." Every pilgrim entering the Four Saints Cathedral must undergo a strict identity and item inspection, and is not allowed to bring any electronic devices.
In front of Tilan, many people prayed while taking small steps forward, bowing and saluting every member of the cult who passed by. This scene made her shake her head slightly, not knowing what to say.
"It's your turn." Half an hour later, it was finally Tilan's turn.
"This is my personal terminal." Because she asked about the situation before coming, Tilan did not bring anything else, only the personal terminal was carried casually.
Speaking of which, if it was really important, she would put it directly in the gap in the space, without having to hide it on her body.
The door frame-like scanner scanned it, and everything was normal. Tilan walked through the passage and followed the people in front to the inside.
Passing through the circular towering wall, it is actually still far from the Four Saints Cathedral. There is a square several thousand meters wide. In the center of the giant square, there are four towering cathedrals, each with a different style. The one in the middle has more people worshipping, and that cathedral is the only one with a star symbol on the top.
Walking slowly along the black marble square, Tilan can see tall knights riding armored war horses in the distance. These knights wear gorgeous armor with exoskeletons covering their entire bodies. The style is simple, holding straight silver lances and golden round shields, and the war horses under their crotches are mechanical bodies. When walking through the square, the heavy iron hooves are like giant beasts. They
are wearing gold and silver exoskeleton armor, with upright pure white feathers on their helmets, and the long spears in their hands are like flags. There are twinkling star patterns on the silver flags, which are mysterious and ancient. They are the forbidden knights serving the four original gods. Each of them is above Sequence 6, faintly exuding a powerful aura, intimidating the people who come to pilgrimage.
As Tilan slowly approached the church, the sound of hymns gradually became louder and clearer, and there were occasional distant bell sounds in between.
When she came to the foot of the cathedral, she felt more and more magnificent and looked up. The entrance door to the church was about 50 meters high, and there were six such doors, distributed in the six symmetrical directions of the cathedral.
After walking through the long and huge doorway, the moment she came out, her eyes suddenly opened up. A huge human-shaped statue that could not be seen at a glance stood. Although it was a stone statue, the "girl" in the sculpture was light, and the slender hair and soft dress seemed to be gently fluttering.
The sculptors' strong craftsmanship can be seen in the hard stone to see this kind of dynamic beauty.
The huge statue of a young angel is about 500 meters high. Her body rotates and tilts slightly, as if she is dancing. One hand is raised and bent inward, with slender fingers. The other hand is holding a flower basket and her skirt is slightly open. The girl's eyes reveal a faint tenderness and tranquility. The charm is so lifelike that people who see it for the first time can't help but burst into tears and kneel down.
The whole church is like a giant cover to protect the statue. Only the top of the head is open. The light falls from above and shines on the top of the "girl". The slightly raised face also becomes particularly sacred in the halo.
"Praise the wings of the eternal cradle..." The pilgrims kneel on the black marble slabs, put their hands together, and pray and chant.
This situation happened in more than one place. Inside the huge church and on the square where the huge statue is located, there are believers praying and bowing everywhere.
If the believers who were kneeling in the black square were a chaotic buzzing sound, then the neatly arranged layers of steps in the circular church were the loudest and most solemn voices here. The hymns they sang kept echoing, and the sound of thousands of people chanting together was like a sacred paradise, where many angels in mythology lived.
And as far as the eye could see, there were layers and layers of almost countless members of the cult dressed in white.
It was estimated that there were nearly 100,000 members of the cult in this circular hall. The girl thought to herself as she looked up at the statue and the surrounding scene.
Such a pious and fanatical scene shocked people, but it also brought waves of discomfort, because she felt that there was a certain loss of reason in this fanatical worship.
It was obviously the sage who taught people not to worship blindly and opposed kneeling, but now he was treated in this way by everyone. I am afraid that His Highness would be afraid to avoid it when he woke up and saw this scene.
After silently visiting the largest Wind Temple, Tilan went to several other temples and saw similar magnificent statues inside.
Among them are the weeping angel bathed in flames - Chloati, the cold-eyed and mysterious angel holding a book - Brunard, and the angel of poetry - Sifnaline, who strokes the lyre and sings softly. The atmosphere in each temple is different.
The Fire Temple is lined with candles, and the interior is brilliant and warm. Under the flickering orange-red firelight, the angel in the center who looks up and cries is particularly moving, and there is a sense of compassion.
The Rock Temple is full of black and silver crystals. The smooth and reflective crystals form mirrors here, reflecting each other, giving a sense of self-examination and supervision. The unopened book in the angel's hand records everyone's experience, and uses it to bring down ruthless and equal judgment.
In the Water Temple, clear spring water flows down from the top layer by layer. The sound of the flowing water forms a natural movement according to a specific arrangement. When you walk into it, it is like stepping into the land of waves on the four seas. The tide never stops, and the song of life never stops.
The more the girl strolled in this magnificent temple, the more insignificant she felt, because the statues here have stood for thousands of years, and the people who came and went here to worship have also changed for countless generations. Everywhere she looked, there were cultural relics and inscriptions that were thousands of years old.
There are many books piled up in each church. They are stacked in the holes in the wall, almost everywhere. These books record the names of the people who once shone in the world, and their life stories. It is said that only the greatest and most shining figures of the contemporary era are qualified to put the pages recording their lives here. Each of them is a master who shocked the current world, or a sage who left his name in history.
Although their remains do not exist here, their spiritual yearning is there. The lives of these great sages have jointly written the history of human civilization, and the Four Saints Church is worthy of being the "Pantheon" of today's human civilization.
Walking here is like walking through the shining moments of human history.
[Zan Aaron, 4E98-207, the first pioneer of the Galaxy Fleet, led the fleet across the Milky Way and reached the farthest border that civilization could reach at that time]
[Luwensi Zhu, 4E347-412, the founder of the Star Sea Calendar, he used the 178 neutron stars in the center of the Milky Way as the benchmark to determine the unified calendar time in the entire galaxy]
[Li Jian, 4E1893-2001, the discoverer of multi-level space, the seventeen-dimensional space cutting equation he summarized brought about a dramatic change in the entire civilization]
[Deselina, 5E1211-1267, the hero who started a rebellion, she spread the secret of the 'Dark Sun' throughout the universe, triggering the rise and infighting of many Dark Suns in the middle of the Fifth Era, laying the seeds for the future revival of civilization]
Walking through the wall shrines, when Tilan was about to leave this magnificent temple, a priestess in a white robe came to her.
"Would you please come with me?" This was a beautiful and elderly woman, with golden hair falling from her hood, bringing a fresh breath that was different from the solemn environment.
"Is there something?" Tilan asked.
"The Saint wants to see you."
"Saint?"
"Yes, the Saint who serves the Primordial Water."
The other party did not lie. After hearing this, Tilan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Since she came here to find out something about her life experience, meeting the high-level people here would probably be the fastest and most direct way.
"Please follow me."
Then she led the way in front, and the two turned around the vast corridor in the church and walked towards the bottom floor. There, Tilan followed the priestess to the square again and headed towards the statue of Sifnaileen in the center.
When they came to the base of the magnificent statue, there was a three-meter-high stone door. From the outside, it seemed to be completely closed, but when the two passed through, there was no obstruction, probably to block the view from the outside.
Walking inside, there is a long tunnel. When you reach the deepest part, a church hall that is extremely small but still empty appears in front of the girl. Before she gets close, Tilan's eyes are attracted by the red-haired woman who is half kneeling in front of the portrait.
The red hair may not be described by a simple color. It is closer to fire, faintly exuding the fresh breath of life, flowing with a faint halo.
When the priestess brought Tilan to the small church inside the statue, she bowed and left first, then left through the small door on the side, leaving the hall space to Tilan and the red-haired woman.
The other party stood up, holding a golden staff in her hand, wearing a classic white dress, and her eyes were light gold. When she opened them and looked at Tilan, the girl felt a sense of mental intimidation for the first time.
This kind of oppression is probably not just the strength of Light Feather Sequence 7. She has only experienced similar feelings in Seraphiel, and Seraphiel can have such strength thanks to the Angel's Descending Ceremony.
Wait, the Angel's Descending Ceremony, which means that this sense of intimidation comes from - a real angel.
"Hello, my name is Filuselin." The other party leaned forward slightly and introduced herself.
"Hello, my name is Heshia." The girl also bowed and saluted.
"Heshia..." The other party seemed to be savoring the name and paused for a few seconds.
"Sorry, it took some time to think and recall."
"Heshia, you came here not just to visit or worship, I think I can help you." The saint with red hair spoke gently.
"Well... I do have some questions, but they are more personal."
"No problem, please speak directly, Heshia." The other party's golden eyes were as bright as flames, as if they could see through the girl.
"It's about my own life experience." Tilan hesitated for a moment, not knowing where to start.
After thinking about it, she decided to explain it from the statement she got from the old priest not long ago.
"I found that I was a little different, probably related to angels..." Then Tilan described the results of the old priest's test.
"So, can you allow me to do a little test, just Heshia stand still." The other party nodded slightly thoughtfully.
"Okay."
Then Filuselin shook the golden tin staff in her hand, and faint golden light particles emerged in the air, and then flowed. They gently touched various things in the hall, passing through the girl and Filuselin herself in front of her. Surprisingly, neither of them showed an outline in the golden light particles, as if they were flawless glass.
"It's really special." Filuselin nodded slightly.
Then the staff she held paused, and the bottom fell to the floor. Light golden ripples passed through, and complex and beautiful golden patterns appeared in the entire church hall. These patterns were like golden feathers, and the lines outlined the trajectory of stars and the structure of waves.
In this complex pattern halo, Tilan felt like she was in a surging sea. Gravity became distorted and changed, and the shaking of the air also made people seem to float.
The bright light kept changing, reflecting the two people in the middle. As the golden patterns in it changed several times like flowing water, the magic power flowing in the hall also changed again and again.
For such a situation, the girl observed with interest and felt the special rhythm emanating from it. Although the red-haired saint did not speak, this was just a ripple-like halo change, which made her feel a certain melody.
After a long time, the floating golden patterns in the hall stopped, and then slowly dissipated and returned to calm.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't detect your origins." The other party closed his eyes slightly, with regret in his voice.
"It's okay. I didn't hold out much hope." Tilan comforted him.
After that, the two exchanged a few words, and the other party asked about Tilan's age and birthplace.
"Four-leaf Crystal Star Region? I don't know much about it. The Federation is too big." Filuselin shook her head slightly.
"You mean, you originally had a sister who should be your twin, right?"
"That's right."
"I see."
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"My name is Philuselin. It's not my real name, but the name I was given after being blessed by an angel."
"Heshia, you know, names contain special meanings. Sometimes, the appearance of certain names is not a coincidence."
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"Heshia must have been guided by some vague guidance to come to Saint Sokanas."
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"I have never left Saint Sokanas. I have grown up here since I was a child."
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"Well, Heshia, have you heard of the angel's descent ceremony?"
"Angels need containers to descend, and they usually choose those who are pious and pure in heart. In the church, these members who are blessed with the angel's descent are often called sons of saints or saints."
"Hearing this, you can probably guess that, yes, I am the saint of this generation who has been blessed with the angel's descent."
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"The work of a saint is not very new, but I'm used to it."
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"The outside world? I've heard everyone talk about the prosperity of the Federation. If I want to go out, it will probably be at the end of my life, when I step down from all my duties."
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"Don't comfort me, because this is my mission."
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"Are you leaving, Heshia?"
"I'm sorry, I've said so much to Heshia, but you can't leave here." The saint with flaming red hair spoke in a gentle tone with irrefutable words.
"Heshia, you can't leave here, because--"
The other party opened her golden eyes again, and there seemed to be a glittering light flowing in them, with pity and regret in her eyes. The tin staff in her hand shone again, lighting up the golden patterns in the entire hall, making Heshia feel like she was in a vast sea of light and sand.
"You are not a life descended by an angel, but a container of the dark sun."
(End of this chapter)
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