franphil Chapter 417 Situation and Disorder
Chapter 417 Situation and Disorder
Chapter 417 Situation and Disorder
Goddess of the Night... Amanisis!!!
Everyone sank into a sweet dream, dreaming of themselves, "dreaming of their parents, wives, and children, this is forever—forever—forever—"
As the holy and rhythmic sounds echoed in layers, the believers in the great prayer hall were naturally calmed down, seemingly forgetting the troubles of life and no longer worrying about the various problems of the real world.
Aside from Xia'er, that demonic wolf was really going too far!
That's what he kept for himself! That bastard woman!
After the sermon ended, the pastors picked up clean water and bread and distributed them to Klein and the others. This was a blessing from the night, food shared by the living and the dead.
Klein, of course, wouldn't waste food. He hadn't had dinner yet. He spread tomato sauce on the mediocre bread, sipped it with water from his glass, and watched the candles on the altar light up one by one. In the darkness, he enjoyed the tranquil, peaceful, and joyful feeling.
The other believers who came to Mass also used the ketchup distributed by the Church of the Night, and felt that the church was incredibly thoughtful today. Even many of the older priests who had some free time felt that having two packets of ketchup in this special, tranquil atmosphere and on this full moon was really fitting.
Bishop Elektra, seeing the students' outstanding performance on the stage, decided to include the distribution of tomato sauce in the regular agenda of future celebrations as part of Holy Communion. Nothing could better represent the gentle red moon than red tomato sauce.
Chael was still leading the priests and the entire choir in chanting in unison: "We will look up at the night sky and tenderly say the name: Goddess of the Night!"
"Besides the goddess of night," there are no other words; "may the goddess, in the intervals between the angels' songs, pluck them together with sweet silence."
"Goddess! If she could hear, she would surely answer, and show the deceased a pure smile: 'Come, rest, sleep peacefully, my children!'"
The ethereal voice gave the believers present a feeling of their souls being cleansed, as if they resonated with all the spirits present. Even Klein, who was at Sequence 5, felt as if he had been purified, and his spirituality flowed out naturally and gently.
Then, a tranquil darkness seemed to appear before his eyes, a darkness without a sound.
It seemed as if I heard a long, resonant shout: "Amanisis!"
But the voice was very ethereal and quickly faded away under the power of the hidden force. Klein's spirit gradually forgot the specific details of what he heard. He seemed to be walking in a kingdom of moon and deep sleep grass, where corpses lay in the darkness, their faces pale but peaceful, as if they had not died but were just sleeping.
Klein had seen some of these before, and some he hadn't.
When he saw himself lying there, he felt no fear, but rather a sense of relief and peace. Klein closed his eyes in relaxation, a smile on his lips as if he were in his mother's arms, with a tombstone beside him.
It reads, "The best older brother, the best younger brother."
The ethereal voice continued: "Cross your hands, place them on your chest, offer a silent prayer, and cry out from your heart: 'Peace is the only refuge!'"
As if relieved, Klein lowered his head, closed his eyes, raised his hands, crossed them over his chest, and silently repeated, "The only true refuge is peace!"
"The only true refuge is peace!"
Deep Dark Heaven.
"Amanisis!"
"I'll give away my unique Death ability for free, but you can't take my last two packets of ketchup!"
This time, Xia Er was truly enraged. He held a dark, ethereal, straight longsword in his hand and cleaved the stone table of the Goddess of Night in two.
Even the Goddess of the Night was provoked and her sleeves revealed her complete eight-armed demon wolf form. Some held a crimson moon, some held a golden phoenix ornament, some held a heavy black scythe, and some held a phantom book with feathered serpents wrapped around its surface.
But with a mere wave of her hand, the illusory book with feathered serpents coiled around its surface vanished from the Goddess of Night's hand, transforming into a slender feathered serpent scepter in her sleeve. With a flick of her wrist, the scepter fell violently, causing the entire Dark Kingdom to lose its color and turn a deathly pale.
Moreover, amplified by the longsword in his hand, which was as misty, liquid, and solid as solid, the pale domain spread extremely quickly, and the footsteps of death hurriedly followed.
Are you serious? Just for two packets of ketchup?
Without hesitation, the Goddess of Night swung her scythe of night forward. The eyes of the bronze bird ornament lit up, and a different kind of power, combined with secrecy, resisted the attraction that was like an abyss, like hell.
The real world.
The prayers continued, one after another, as Shael stood on the altar, his expression one of deep concentration.
Klein opened his eyes, raised his hand to rub the corners of his eyes, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. It was a rare moment of loss of composure and vulnerability.
He slowly exhaled, still unable to control his tears. He glanced around and, by the light of the candlesticks, noticed that most of the believers had tear-streaked faces without realizing it. Even his personal servant, Richardson, had lost his composure and let his tears keep flowing down his face without wiping them away.
The Moon Mass is more like a ritual, a ritual involving extraordinary power, whose purpose should be to resonate with everyone's spirit. But the effect of this ritual seemed a bit too strong. He actually felt death was right beside him, and he even saw his deceased family members and himself.
He saw the dead, Zhou Mingrui's parents and friends, those former relatives. Even knowing he would never see them again, it didn't matter, as long as this matter wasn't clearly true. But now he clearly saw their corpses, pale, cold, and expressionless.
This truly made even Klein's defenses crumble.
Fortunately... their expressions were all peaceful, which was Klein's greatest comfort. This experience had allowed him to let go of the past a little.
He wasn't surprised to see his past, since this kind of mass couldn't possibly be mind reading or actually going to the kingdom of the goddess of night to see the souls of his deceased relatives in heaven. It was more like a form of spiritual guidance.
However, the effect was truly terrifying.
"Little Maynard" has grown to at least Sequence 5, and most likely herded a colleague.
Klein made a joke of himself and then went to donate money.