After the creation of the world was over, and after bringing life and prosperity to the earth, the Mother Goddess made the only two utensils with her own hands.
The one who holds the golden light and "reveals" the majesty is the sword of glorious kingship - Gram. The one who holds this sword is the beloved son of God. All ordinary people, you need to be afraid of him, respect him, and fear him. Because of this
He is the one who is supreme in destiny, the absolute one appointed by God, and the law stipulates that he is higher than the kings of all the tribes on the earth.
The red light of "Dew" shows the sharpness. It is the sword of the brave men commanded by God - Durandal. Those who wield this sword are the enforcers of the law. Those who betray God and disobey the law will be the brave men chosen by God.
Killed——
"Gospel of the Mother Goddess" Chapter 2, Section 3.
Azdahaka's piety is close to zero. Due to his experience of pretending to be a priest, he has also dabbled in religious classics. In terms of mastery and familiarity with various allusions, he even surpasses some cardinals. See clearly what Roland is holding in his hand.
When I touched the sword, the above text passage immediately came to my mind.
For a moment, Azdahaka wanted to deny that the sword was Durandal, but the dragon's instinct - the special marriage to that sword did not allow him to deceive himself.
Even regardless of feelings, facts will lead to conclusions.
A particle beam that can evaporate seawater and dig out an entire island with a single strike actually distorts its trajectory due to the swing of a sword - such a counter-intuitive thing happened before our eyes, even making Azdahaka imitate an ostrich
No room is left.
A gauze-like rainbow phosphorescence was released from the sword. The phosphorescence seemed red, green, yellow, and blue swaying and spreading in the air. The shocking light curtain gradually surrounded Roland. Even he wanted to bend his knees for it.
The sense of holiness that makes you want to pray for salvation expands and spreads - there is no doubt that only the holy relics of gods can achieve this level.[
"But... how could it be! Why do you hold that sword? And can you do such a thing? Could it be that you are the 'actor'? But the 'actor' is obviously Li Lin!"
Fa denied the authenticity of the sword, and it was precisely after admitting that the sword was indeed Durandal's mistake that he was oppressed by the despair of the sudden reversal of the situation, that Azdahaka had many unexpected questions.
Could it be that Li Lin chose Roland because of Roland's potential to control the Holy Sword? Or is it that Li Lin has been training Roland in order to let Roland use Durandal? Even the current situation - it is to complete Dilandal.
Was Randall's certification of Roland deliberately created?
The more we are overwhelmed by the foreseeable future, the more suspicious speculations continue to surface. Many of them guess the truth. But whether they are correct or not, they have little to do with Azdahaka.
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"Here we go again...are you kidding? This is the worst thing...!!"
Although Roland tried his best to endure it, he couldn't help but suppressed a moan leaking from his lips.
The word "again" is used in the moan, which proves that this is not the first time.
At the age of 14, Roland, who tried to pull Durandal out of the scabbard, experienced for the first time a crazy pain that was like tearing upwards along the arm, and finally turned into a sharp blade inserted into the skull, stirring hard on the inside of the skull.
.In the end, Durandal failed to be pulled out that time. He lay paralyzed on the ground unable to move for a full half day. Even at the moment before drawing the sword, the intense memory was still as vivid as if it had just happened.
At this moment, holding the holy sword in his hand, the strange and strange pain that was so intense that it was about to be carved into his soul also boiled up and transformed into an even more unpleasant form.
Something has invaded.
There is no clear form, and he is not even sure whether it really exists, but Roland does feel that "something" slips between his body and mind, staining his thoughts with a color that is not his own. That thing looks like Roland
The resistance directly invades the territory of the self.
It's hard to describe what kind of humiliation and discomfort this is. After all, Roland has never experienced the most similar feeling - the feeling of a woman being raped. But now Roland clearly understands -
His inner self was brutally violated;
Existence itself is forcibly tainted;
How unbearable and shameful was that, as if there were several slugs crawling under the skin all over his body, and those slugs turned into voices and screamed loudly inside Roland's body.[
——God is absolute.
"...?!"
The roar of dragons, the sighs of elves, the whispers of humans, the shouts of dwarves, the roars of orcs - the "sounds" of different races and languages unite together, rising like a series of bubbles from the bottom of the abyss.
——God is the absolute Creator and an existence that is absolutely higher than creation. The law does not record the authority of creation to resist the only Creator.
"This...this is...?!"
——The law is disobedient, and it cannot be rejected by force, but can only be followed blindly. Disobedience is a serious crime, and the offender will bear the unforgivable sin. In order to avoid the path of committing sin, creation must abandon itself and become a container.
"Stop joking...!! Such a thing!!"
You will become the vessel of the gods and the brave man who represents the will of the gods——
The "voice" reaches its highest pitch, a switch is turned on deep in the soul, and endless awe and exhaustive thoughts of blind obedience emerge.
Very similar to the typical hallucination symptoms of patients with central nervous system stimulant poisoning, the nervous system has become disordered, the mind and body have begun to disconnect, and the thing extending tentacles from the dark abyss is constantly eroding Roland.
"Don't come over! Don't come over! Don't come into my body!!"
Roland's soul roared at the end of the void, but the invasion did not stop.
As if wrapping his body and seeping into Roland's body through all the gaps, the "voice" that seemed to be many people or one person kept invading, trying to change him, corrode him, and tamper with the consciousness information in the brain starting from the nerve endings.
Replace him with someone else - a puppet who exists only to wield Durandal.
——Obey!
——Be in awe!
——A mere personal will is just a meaningless and humble existence in the face of God’s will. Abandon those useless selves, vacate yourself, turn into a container, and cheer for reincarnation as a lofty container of God’s will——
"Human will is a humble existence. Who stipulates this kind of thing?"
Amid the sounds of joyful curses that negate individual will, a wry smile-like mockery sounded.
——That is God’s decision, and creation can only obey!
The whole heterogeneous group shouted loudly, trying to deny this rebuttal. As soon as the words came out of their mouths, they found themselves in a conflict.
The essence of "them" is to deny the existence of groups such as individuals and personalities, but in this abyss of darkness, a third party appears.
This third party is no stranger to "them". It took ten years and all their resentment to fail to digest it. It has been suppressing them for even longer. It is the first person in thousands of years who has not been eroded and assimilated.
.Dancing Durandal on the battlefield——
That one-of-a-kind, hateful and respectable man...!!
At the edge of the swallowed cliff, Roland saw a familiar figure from behind.
At first, I thought it was a hallucination that I was on the verge of collapse, looking back on my life like a lantern. But my agitated heart, the nostalgia and sadness that clogged my chest - these originated from my memory and soul, and turned into emotional impulses.
Being told Roland that he did not admit his mistake.
"You...you are...!!"
There are so many things I want to say, and I want to lean on that shoulder and talk coquettishly like I did when I was a child. But I don’t know where to start. Before I can say the first complete sentence, I turn around and smile boldly.
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--What's wrong?
——Don’t you want to be a man who protects the girl you love?
——Don’t you want to help others?
Before I could respond in shock, the face was already gradually moving away. There were still many things I wanted to say to him, and many things I wanted to ask him, but my consciousness gradually moved away uncontrollably, and I watched that face helplessly.
Disappear into darkness.
"dad!!!"
The desolate shouting was isolated by the barrier between this world and the other side, and the young man containing all kinds of longing and sadness gradually moved away. The middle-aged man showed a lonely and bitter smile. He should have sunk into the abyss again, but instead he looked aside
Start complaining.
"Ten years later, you are still so evil-minded. You hide and spy on him, and you have to wait until he can't hold on any longer before you take action."
The darkness swayed for a while, and outlines appeared. The lines gradually became thinner and clearer, and finally turned into a young man with black clothes and black hair.
"If you had revealed that answer ten years ago, I wouldn't have gone to such trouble."
Sounds of sorrow and joy, lacking in cadence, vibrated in the space. Facing the young man in the form of a demon cat who existed and did not exist anywhere, the abyss continued to surge, like a volcano that had accumulated a large amount of energy and was about to erupt. It was just frightened by the
The powerful coercion radiated from the young man's body, and the black "tide" like boiling mud moved further.
Suspended above the black tide, the young man said condescendingly:
"Having said that, you are worthy of it. Even though you are dead, your remaining thoughts have not been swallowed up and assimilated by 'those guys'. You can still maintain a certain degree of self. If the objective conditions were not limited, I really want to capture you and dissect you.
Study it inside and out."
"Please allow me to categorically refuse."
"Then answer the question from ten years ago."
"I can refuse this."
"It's within the prediction. It's not surprising. It's better to ask Roland after we go back. Not only from his soft and frivolous mouth, but also from his honest body."
"Wait a minute! What have you done to my son in the past ten years? Also, who taught you how to educate your children?!!"
The middle-aged man's face suddenly fell down and turned extremely dark. The black-haired boy shrugged, held up a stack of colorful wrapping paper, and replied with an innocent expression:
"Basically I didn't do much, I just did some things like this. Then about parent-child education, I learned it by myself through professional materials."
For "Ghost Father", "Genji Monogatari", "Fire Mirage Tower", "Yan Zhiyue", "Momohana Moon Zen", "Happy Garden", "No Money" and other Chinese characters and twisted
The hiragana title, "The middle-aged man is completely blind," but the easy-to-understand painting is extremely simple and clear. The eyes are full of naked men and women entangled together, and the middle-aged man's face is covered with black lines.
"You...!!!"
"Okay, I still have things to deal with, so you can continue to stay here with your seniors and seniors, the 'former' brave man."
Ignoring the angry voice behind him, the young man gradually disappeared into the darkness. Just as he was about to cut off his connection with this place, a familiar sigh clung to his consciousness.
"You are such a lonely person."
Until the end, the man still sighed similarly in a pitiful tone. (To be continued...)
ps: I got caught up in something happening at work... When the end of the year comes, everything is going crazy, and it’s not just a boast...