Chapter 500: Ten. The. Rock (37)

After the end of creation, after bringing life and prosperity to the earth, the goddess personally made the only instrument.
Holding the golden light, the majestic, is the sword of glory king-Gram. Those who hold this sword are the darlings of God, and the common people, you need to be afraid, respected, and awed by them. Because it is the Supreme Man of Heaven and the Absolute God ordained by God, the law stipulates that it is higher than the king of all the tribes on earth.
The red light, the sharp one, is the sword of the Divine Brave-Dirandal. The sword-wielder is the executor of the law, and those who bear the gods and rebel against the law will be killed by the brave men chosen by God—
"Goddess of the Mother God" Chapter Two, Section Three.
Azdahaka’s piety is close to zero. Due to the experience of pretending to be a priest, he has also been involved in religious classics. The mastery of all kinds of allusions is even better than that of some cardinals. When he saw the sword held by Roland, the above text immediately appeared in his head.
For a moment, Azdahaka wanted to deny that the sword was Dirandal, but the dragon's instinct—a special marriage with the sword of the sword—would not allow him to deceive himself.
Regardless of feeling, facts will lead to conclusions.
A single blow can evaporate the seawater, and the particle beam that has been dug out of the island is actually distorted by the swing of a sword-such a counterintuitive thing really happened in front of the eyes, even let Azdahaka learn ostrich Left no room.
From the sword, a rainbow-like phosphorescence of tulle is released. Phosphorescences like red, green, yellow, and blue sway and spread in the air, and the shocking light curtain gradually surrounds Roland. Even I want to bend my knees, and I want to pray for the sacred sense of salvation to expand and spread-there is no doubt that only the holy relics of the gods can achieve this level.
"But... how come! Why do you hold that sword? And can you still do this kind of thing? Could you say that you are the surrogate? But the surrogate is clearly Li Lin!"
Unable to deny the authenticity of the sword, it was admitted that the sword was indeed Dirandal unmistakable, oppressed by the sense of despair that had suddenly reversed the situation, and Azdahaka had many unforeseen questions.
Is it possible that Li Lan chose Roland because of the possibility of controlling the holy sword? Or is it that Li Lin has been nurturing him in order to allow Roland to use Dirandal? Even the current situation-was it deliberately created to complete Dirandal's certification of Roland?
The more overwhelmed by the foreseeable future, the more speculations of suspicious and suspicious people will surface. There is no lack of guessing the truth. However, whether it is between China and China, it has little to do with Azdahaka.
"Again... what a joke, this worst thing...!!!"
Despite Roland's desperate patience, his lips could not help leaking a moan of depression.
The word "again" was used in the moaning. Prove that this is not the first time.
At the age of 14. Roland, who tried to pull Dirandal out of the scabbard, first experienced it. It was like tearing upwards along the arm, and finally turned into a sharp blade inserted into the skull, and it was a crazy pain that was stirred vigorously inside the skull. That time finally failed to pull out Dirandal. He was paralyzed on the ground and could not move for a long time. Even at the moment before the sword was drawn, the fierce memory was still vivid as if it had just happened.
At this moment the holy sword was held in his hand, and the kind of intense pain that was so intense as to be carved on the soul also boiled together, turning into a more unpleasant form.
Something has invaded.
There is no definite body, even if it really exists, but Roland does feel that "something" slips between the body and the mind, contaminating his thinking with a color that is not his own. That thing ignores Roland’s resistance, Straight into the realm of self.
It's hard to describe what kind of humiliation and unhappiness it is. After all, Roland can't experience the most similar feeling-the feeling when a woman is raped. But now Roland clearly understands-
Violation of his own inner;
Being itself is forcibly defiled;
How unbearable and shameful it was, as if countless slugs were crawling under the skin of the whole body, and those slugs turned into voices and shouted loudly in Roland.
-The is absolute.
"...?!"
The roar of the dragon, the sigh of the elves, the whispers of the humans, the cry of the dwarves, the roar of the orcs-the "sounds" of different races and languages ​​are united together, floating like a series of bubbles from the bottom of the abyss.
God is the absolute creator, which is absolutely higher than the existence of the creation. There is no record in the law that the creation is against the authority of the only creator.
"This...this is...?!"
Unable to rebellious, unable to resist, cannot be rejected, only blind obedience. Violation is a felony, and the perpetrator will bear unforgivable sins. In order to avoid the path of committing sin, creations must abandon themselves as containers.
"Don't joke...!!! Such a thing!!!"
Ru, will become the container of the gods, the brave person who acts the god's will
"Sound" reached the highest pitch, a switch in the depths of the soul opened, endless awe, and endless blindness emerged from the thought.
Extremely similar to the typical hallucination symptoms of patients with central nervous system stimulant poisoning, the nervous system has been disturbed, the mind and body are starting to be disconnected, and the things that extend their tentacles from the dark abyss are constantly eroding Roland.
"Don't come! Don't come! Don't allow me to come!"
At the endless void, Roland's heart roared, however, the invasion did not stop.
It seems to wrap the body and seep into Roland's body through all the gaps. That seems to be a lot of people, and it seems that a person's "voice" is constantly invading, trying to change him, corrode him, and tamper with the conscious intelligence in the brain since the nerve endings. Replace him with another person-a puppet that exists only to swing Dirandal.
-Obey!
Awe!
The individual will, in front of God's will, is nothing but a humble existence. Abandon those useless selves, empty yourself, turn into a container, and cheer for reincarnation as a sublime container of divinity—
"Human will is a humble existence. Who regulates this kind of thing?"
In the sound of a curse of joy that denies the will of the individual, a wry laughter sounded.
That is God's decision, and creation can only be obeyed!
The heterogeneous people shouted in a loud voice, screaming to deny this rebuttal. As soon as the words were spoken, they found themselves in a contradiction.
The essence of "they" is to deny the existence of groups such as individuals and personalities, but in this endless dark abyss, a third party appears.
This third person is no stranger to "them". It took ten years and all the complaints to be digested. They have been suppressing them for a long time. For the first time in thousands of years, it has not been eroded and assimilated. Dancing Dylandal running on the battlefield-
That unique, hateful and respectable man...! !
On the edge of the engulfed cliff, Roland saw a familiar back.
At first, I thought I was going out of a state of collapse, looking back on the hallucinations I saw in life. But agitated hearts. Nostalgia and sorrows that block the chest-these come from memory and soul. The existence that emerged as an emotional urge told Roland. He did not admit his mistake.
"You...you are...!!!"
There are so many things to say, I want to lean on that shoulder and talk like a child. But I don't know where to start. Before it was too late to pour out the first complete sentence, a face turned and smiled boldly.
--what happened?
Aren’t you to be a man who guards the girl you love?
Aren’t you going to help others?
There was no time to respond before the stunned, the face has gradually moved away. There are still many things to tell him, and there are many things to ask him, but his consciousness gradually drifts away from his uncontrollability, watching the face submerged in darkness.
"father!!!"
The desolate cry was isolated by the barriers of this world and the other shore, and the teenagers with all kinds of thoughts and sadness gradually moved away. The middle-aged man gave a lonely wry smile, he should have sunk into the abyss again, but he vomited to the side.
"After ten years, you are still so disgusting, hiding from the side to peep, you have to wait for him to persevere before willing to shoot."
There was a sway in the dark, and with the outline, the lines gradually thinned and became clear, and eventually turned into a black-haired young boy.
"If you revealed that answer ten years ago, I would not have been so troublesome."
No sorrow and no joy, the lack of pacific sounds shakes in the space. For youngsters with the same appearance in any place and nowhere else, the abyss keeps flowing, like a volcano that has accumulated a lot of energy and is about to erupt. It was just awe-inspiring by the powerful pressure from the teenager, and the muddy black tide could not move further.
Suspended above the Kuroshio, the juvenile said:
"After all, it's you. Although people die, their residual thoughts are not engulfed and assimilated by'those guys'. They can still maintain a certain level of self. If they are not restricted by objective conditions, I really want to grab you to dissect. Study thoroughly inside and out."
"Please let me categorically refuse."
"Then answer the question ten years ago."
"This also allows me to refuse."
"It's not a surprise within the forecast. Let's ask Roland after going back, not only from the light and soft mouth, but also from his honest body."
"Wait for me! What have you done to my son over the past 10 years? Also, who taught you how to teach your children?!"
The middle-aged man's face collapsed instantly and became extremely dark. I saw the dark-haired boy shrugging his shoulders, holding up a stack of colorful wrapping paper, and replied with a very pure and innocent look:
"Basically, I didn't do anything, I just did something like that. Then I learned about parent-child education through EbookFREE.me~ through professional materials."
For Chinese characters such as "Ghost Father", "Genji Story", "Yan Zhi Mirage Tower", "Wonderful Moon", "Peach Blossom Moon Zen", "Happy Garden", "No Money" and so on The title of the hiragana of the middle-aged man is completely blind, but the simple and easy-to-understand painting is simple and unsuccessful, and the eyes are full of men and women who are entangled naked, and the middle-aged man's face is covered with black lines.
"you this……!!!"
"Okay, I still have things to deal with, so you can stay here to accompany your seniors and seniors, "former" brave adults."
Ignoring the anxious and corrupted voice behind him, the teenager gradually disappeared into the darkness, and when he was about to sever ties with it, a sensation of familiar acquaintance lingered.
"You are such a lonely person."
Until the end, the man gave a similar sigh with a poor tone. (To be continued...)
ps: I was tripped by something in the unit... As soon as the end of the year came, the chickens and dogs jumped, it really wasn't blowing...