Chapter 1093: Blood River (16)

"Thank you all for coming."
The acolyte in black robe folded his hands together and said piously that the large crowd gathered in front of him made him feel nervous and worried.
"I understand that you all came here at great risk, so this is beyond my expectations."
All of them were squeezed into a dim abandoned warehouse. The smell of motor oil filled the air. The low-hanging pipes made it difficult to raise their heads. These believers gathered from every corner of Tyre to wait for the words of the saints. Misunderstood that she was awake.
In the crowd, you can see plainly dressed farmers, well-dressed municipal staff, medical staff, upper class, and even some security guards. (Humans in Tyre are not allowed to have an army, only small-scale armed guards)
People with weapons guard the entrance to the warehouse, and their actions clearly show what dangers all these people are in.
Such a large-scale gathering is very risky and too easy to detect. The host knows that he must dissolve the event as soon as possible before they are discovered, and be careful not to cause a riot.
"You have always relied on small-scale operations to avoid being discovered, but it is impossible for so many people to remain unnoticed,"
The black servant paused and continued.
"There is no doubt that you have all heard some strange or wonderful rumors recently. I hope you can forgive me for dragging you into danger."
Rumours about the war have already spread in the city.
People whispered on the oily deck. Newspaper reporters spread all kinds of news as quickly as cancer. Even the lowest workers in the city heard about it.
In the same way, wild and exaggerated rumors have emerged. There are legends about the saint and her power to bring miracles. People describe how the dead are resurrected, and how the eternal father talks to her in person to reveal his son. The future of the people.
"Where is the saint!?"
Shouted a voice from the crowd.
"We have to see her!"
The black acolyte raised a hand and said,
"It's a blessing that the saint can survive. She is fine, but she is still asleep... Some of you heard that she was awake, or she spoke, but unfortunately, it was not."
A sigh of disappointment and whispers spread among the crowd. The host denied what many people eagerly wanted to believe, which made them very angry.
But the words that followed inspired people again.
"The saint is still asleep, yes, but in a short and shining moment, she woke up from a coma and saved our lives! I saw her opened her eyes, and at that moment I understood that when we needed her At that time, she will come back to us!"
The crowd burst into cheers immediately, but the cheers disappeared immediately under the guard's reminder.
"Before that, we must act with caution, because in this sinful city, the green skin will destroy us because of our faith! The fact that we meet secretly under the guard of heavily armed people reminds us that the green skin The Great Chief often sends his beasts to interfere with the assembly of eternal life... Someone has given their lives! Their blood is on the hands of green skin, may the eternal father rest them in peace, when we realize that green skin Before our hands are on our throats, our faith has been tested."
Participants lowered their heads and began to pray for their dead members. As they moved, some people inadvertently showed large patches of red spots and blisters on their cuffs.
"I, like you, have been unable to believe in the existence of God and rejected truth as superstition, only those concepts fabricated by ignorant fools struggling to understand the world... The saints have sacrificed to prove my self Great, I witnessed how the Father of Eternity blessed us, but she revealed more to me!"
The black robe acolyte raised his arms frantically, and his hood slipped down, revealing a bald head full of poisonous sores and herpes.
"If the saint blesses her followers, who will protect the saint?"
The acolyte paused.
"we!"
A man with a bowler hat raised his hand, and he came out of the front of the crowd and turned to face everyone.
But it was actually the acolyte who arranged the man in the crowd and clearly instructed him when to speak-this is the basic technique used to support his argument.
"We must protect the saints, because there is no one else!"
The man turned his head and looked at the acolyte.
"But we must first survive, don't we, elders?"
"Yes."
The acolyte nodded.
"The faith we displayed caused such a panic in the high level of Ok, that they wanted to destroy us! This city is full of enemies of the Father of Eternity, I am very sure that we must survive, and then be all enemies When we show up, we must fight against it."
When the fatal crisis faced was revealed, there was a whisper of anxiety and anger in the crowd.
"My devout friends!"
The acolyte folded his hands and dropped his head as if to beg.
"The danger we face is huge, but the saint is by our side, she needs our asylum... We can only provide such asylum by decentralized action, but remember to ensure safety, and pay attention to our signals to keep her safe and sound. Spread it out."
A man in a bowler hat shuttled through the crowd, instructing people to return to their posts.
Comforted by the words of the acolyte, they eventually dispersed.
But as he watched them leave, the acolyte wondered how many of them could survive those days in the future.
Afterwards, he also put on a hood and quickly left here along the secret path.
Soon, the night shrouded Tyre again.
In a dim and sultry small room in Tyre Cathedral, Julia standing at the door can look out to the tiny figure of the instructor at the lower level of the church. Burning people work in high fever, even in the middle of the night must not stop.
In this hell-like scene, everyone hustling through the slender aisles between the factories, rubbing their shoulders in the thick pipes like a spider web.
After the occupation of the city by Ok, many cultural buildings were pushed down, because those beasts only needed industry, they only crave steel and gunpowder, and everyone must try their best to meet their needs.
It was summer, and she wiped the sweat droplets on her eyebrows due to high heat and confinement. She was not used to the hot air that made her difficult to breathe and dizzy.
As a rich man, she often stays in a villa in the suburbs in the summer.
But today is different.
"Julia."
There was a call, and the girl turned her head and saw the acolyte in black robe walking towards her in the shadow of the corridor.
His dirty robe hung on his already thin body, but his eyes gleamed with joy and joy in seeing her.
Seeing this person filled her eyes with tears, until now she didn't realize how much she missed him.
"Father, it's nice to see you."
She sobbed.
"You just disappeared like that, I thought they took you away, I don't know what happened to you."
"Hush, Julia."
The acolyte raised a finger and whispered:
"It's okay, I'm sorry, but I haven't been able to talk to you...you have to understand that if I have a choice, I'm willing to do my best not to involve you, but now I don't know what to do, we can't let She stays here forever."
Julia looked in through the small door of the dormitory beside her, hoping that she would have the courage to believe like the sister who was asleep inside.
"I thought...I thought Ok caught you."
"They almost did it. You never guessed who we encountered... but the Holy One saved us."
"She saved you?"
Julia froze for a moment.
"how come?"
"I’m not so sure, but the power of the Father of Eternity is revealed to her. I have witnessed everything, just as real as you standing in front of me. I really hope you can see that she is in the hands of the Red Devil Saved us."
"Is this...I just hope she can cure your illness."
Julia said, not too excited.
She walked into the dormitory and looked at the static body lying on the thin bed as if it was just sleeping. It was a girl who looked like she was in her early twenties, somewhat similar to her.
This is her cousin, Velin.
The room was small and dirty, and a thin blanket was spread on the floor beside her bed.
The flickering light penetrated through a small observation hole, such a little light in the depths of the church was priceless.
No need to ask Julia to know that some people must have been very willing to contribute this precious room voluntarily to the so-called saint and her companions.
Even in this dark and foul corner, faith still flourishes.
"Julia, you still don't understand, this is not pain, this is a blessing."
The acolyte watched Velin's chest slowly rise and fall with even breathing, revealing a pious expression.
"You still don't believe it."
"I do not know."
The girl shook her head.
"Tell me why I should believe? What does ‘believe’ mean to you~EbookFREE.me~ father?"
He smiled and took her hand.
"It gives me spiritual support, and... don't ask me why, but I just know I need to keep her safe."
"Are not you afraid?"
"Afraid? I have never been so scared in my life, my dear, but I must pray for the Father of Eternity to protect me, which gives me the courage to face my fears."
After the acolyte finished speaking, let go of the girl's hand. He only had his hands and skin intact. Maybe it wouldn't be long before he could perform such a movement.
He felt that his daughter was not ready to accept all this.
"We will eventually overcome fear and usher in true eternal life in the garden of the eternal father."
The man turned his head and looked at the hot scene outside the window. The molten iron flowing from the blast furnace looked like blood rivers in the night...
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