Chapter 588 Farewell
Even the most mystical soul-searching person could realize that the ritual had been successfully mortal creatures won a great victory.
The power of Mordiggian has been completely driven out of the world, and the twisted power that permeated the world is quickly fading away, and the heavy and oppressive burden on the soul is no longer there.
There is no need to worry about the plague's effects becoming increasingly stronger, no need to worry about the infected spreading the plague and triggering a global xx crisis, and no need to worry about relatives and friends who have been infected being unable to recover.
Therefore, this plague that was nipped in the bud not only failed to expand the fear in people's hearts and strengthen the power of the Dreamland, but instead aroused the courage in people's hearts, allowing them to dare to face the deepest fear in their souls, thus weakening the power of the Dreamland.
Everything seems to be getting better.
But what's the cost?
In the safe house of the Dark Night Church, Lynch and the other two, along with senior officials from several of the most trustworthy churches, looked towards the ceremony venue with some uneasiness in their hearts.
The light of miracle floating in the air no longer exists. Only Lynch's memory of the red moon that has been attached to the light of miracle from the beginning is still floating in the air. The small statue seems to have absorbed the nutrients of the light, and it emits a soft and warm light instead of the light of miracle.
Under the light, twenty nuns were slowly standing up.
After kneeling and praying for more than ten hours, the ladies were exhausted and had to support each other to stand up. They looked very tired, but everyone's eyes were filled with warmth, as if they felt something indescribable during this long prayer.
It seemed that just as Ms. Nightingale had promised, the lives of these volunteers were not threatened, and although they might have paid something, they seemed to have gained unexpectedly in another way.
But what about her? Where had she gone?
Lynch's eyes did not find the old and familiar figure, but a young woman appeared in her original position.
The woman looked to be in her twenties, tall and beautiful, with long brown hair tied up on top of her head, which made her look dignified. Her snow-white robe looked holy and hazy under the soft light. She had a gentle and warm smile on her face, and was looking at everyone calmly.
Lin Qi didn't know her, but he felt that she looked familiar. He frowned and looked carefully for a few seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath.
He vaguely saw a little bit of Nightingale's shadow in the other person, except that the back that seemed to be bent by the heavy fate of the world straightened up again, the cheeks that were full of criss-crossing wrinkles became smooth again, and even the sparse gray hair became shiny and thick again.
It was like a completely different person, but the same gentle temperament and the same warm smile made the two different images gradually overlap in Lynch's mind.
The temperament of a saint is difficult for anyone to imitate. Yes, this is definitely Nightingale herself, and it is the Nightingale who has regained her youth.
Could it be that after she presided over the ceremony, not only did she not become a sacrifice of the miracle light, but instead turned a disaster into a blessing, absorbing the vitality of people all over the world and regaining her youth? Or was it because of her selfless courage that she was favored by Fiona, the Lord of Suffering, who bestowed her with divine grace to restore her youth?
Lynch couldn't figure out the reason for a moment, but when he looked at the young saint lady in front of him, he still felt his eyes getting hot.
He had never thought about becoming a saint, let alone sacrificing for anyone, but this did not affect his respect for those who were truly selfless and loving. Ms. Nightingale's sacrifice was her own choice, and he had no position to stop her, nor could he stop her. But now that he saw that she had not turned into ashes as in Qiwu's memory, Lynch still felt a warm current surge in his heart.
Maybe this world is not as cold and cruel as we imagined. Maybe this world still has warmth.
Lynch clenched his fists and pressed his sore nose to prevent himself from losing his composure on the spot. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and walked towards Ms. Nightingale in the light.
However, just as he took a step forward, Nightingale raised her hand to stop him from getting any closer. The young lady smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Wait a minute, child, it's not the right time yet."
The young voice was soothing and gentle, but it seemed to carry some irresistible power that made Lynch stop involuntarily. He was stunned and looked at Diana and Natalie beside him. The two ladies beside him also stopped at the same time with a puzzled look on their faces.
The order was carried out and directly affected the three of them at the same time. This was beyond the power of a normal person. Facing the puzzled eyes of Lin Qi and the other two, Nightingale did not explain too much, but just nodded slightly, and then looked up at the red moon memory floating above his head.
The small sculpture was emitting soft light, and it was slowly falling down as if it was being lifted up by some force. The young lady spread out her hands, letting the statue fall steadily into her palms. She stared at it for a few seconds, frowned slightly and said, "This doesn't look like the memories required for the promotion of an ordinary Fallen God's Soul-Separated Soul..."
Before he finished speaking, he revealed a look of realization and said softly, "The divine power of light, so this is it."
Did she see it?
Lynch frowned. Although the divine power absorbed into Hongyue’s memories was not very hidden, it was not something that a mortal could distinguish. What was Nightingale’s state?
For some reason, Lynch suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Nightingale suddenly showed abilities beyond ordinary people. Is this really a good sign?
After staring at Hongyue's memories for a while, Ms. Nightingale looked up and gave Lynch a meaningful smile, then let go of her hand. Hongyue's memories seemed to be pulled by some force, slowly floated in front of Lynch, and automatically returned to his chest pocket, just like it had automatically floated out more than ten hours ago.
"Thank you for everything you have done for us, child." After watching the little sculpture leave, the lady smiled faintly and said softly, "I know you have already booked a trip to Norin. The Holy See of the Pope is waiting for your visit in Norin. After you arrive in Norin, I hope you can go and see her."
"Huh?" Lynch didn't bother to think about Nightingale's strange behavior just now. "Your Pope is waiting for me? Why?"
"We have seen everything you have done. Do you think the Lord of Suffering and her followers will take it for granted?" Nightingale said slowly, "Through the eyes of the Holy See, the Lord hopes to personally see you, a friend of the church who has helped us a lot, and personally express his gratitude to you."
She must not. Lynch immediately thought of the white female silhouette he felt when he first fought against the power of Mordiggian in the Church of Suffering. At that time, it was only a moment of contact and he almost assimilated him. Lynch did not want to challenge his limits again. However, it was also clear that the other party would be restrained this time, and the other party was obviously going to take out a thank-you gift. Lynch hesitated for a moment and immediately agreed.
The gratitude of the gods could never be ordinary. Lin Qi believed that if he refused, even if he was not struck by lightning, he would want to slap himself twice every night when he couldn't sleep. However, he was not blinded by this promise. He asked with some concern: "Is it just me? After completing such a great achievement, you don't need to report to the headquarters?"
Ms. Nightingale just smiled noncommittally, and her eyes passed Lynch and the other two and turned to the crowd behind them. They were the other three churches that the Rand Kingdom officially believed in, headed by Archbishop Trilles of the Dark Night Church, followed closely by the top leaders of the Sun Church and the Fortune Church.
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In the ceremony just now, these churches and the cultists recruited by Lynch all made great efforts. Of course, the cultists could not be allowed in, but the top leaders of these churches were finally able to enter the safe house and witnessed the end of the war up close.
At this time, the two sides' eyes met, and the church leaders looked at Nightingale with complicated eyes. After staring at each other for a few seconds, Archbishop Trinless suddenly laughed, sighed softly and said, "It feels like I'm back to the day forty years ago when you were about to leave Rhine for Norlin, Mr. Nightingale, haha, so many years have passed, I didn't expect to have the chance to see you like this again."
"Yes, it all seems to have happened yesterday. Forty years have passed without us noticing. We have all grown old." The young old woman looked down at her new look, smiled faintly, glanced at Lin Qi and said, "I also have to thank that child. Without his persistence, I would not be able to go back to the past and face all my old friends with my best side."
Several senior church officials sighed and looked at Nightingale with subtle, serious and respectful eyes, but without envy. Instead, there was a hint of alienation.
Ms. Nightingale didn't care. She turned her gaze back to Lynch and smiled kindly, "Just now I was talking about the gratitude of the Lord and her followers. Now it's my own gratitude. Your kindness, your respect, and your efforts have finally changed everything. You don't understand how grateful I am to you. Oh, child, I have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you like it."
"Gift?"
It seemed like a pleasant surprise, but Lynch was not happy. Instead, he felt more and more uneasy. Ms. Nightingale did not answer his question, but just shook her head mysteriously: "I have done so much today, I am tired, and I want to rest. Thank you for your care over the years. So, let's say goodbye now."
As she spoke, the Saint Lady took a few steps back, leaning wearily against the edge of the platform behind her. She smiled at the people present, looked up at the sky, and drew the Ouroboros symbol representing the Lord of Suffering on her chest with her fingers:
"Thank God."
As she moved, a ball of incandescent flames surged out of Ms. Nightingale's body and instantly enveloped her body. In the flickering flames, Ms. Nightingale stood up straight, lifted the hem of her white robe and bowed gracefully.
The next moment, a faint hymn suddenly rang out in the safe house, and flames instantly shot up into the sky.
In the incandescent light, everyone seemed to see the young and beautiful saint lady waving goodbye to everyone, turning away, and then the light faded and everything returned to darkness.
(End of this chapter)
Even the most mystical soul-searching person could realize that the ritual had been successfully mortal creatures won a great victory.
The power of Mordiggian has been completely driven out of the world, and the twisted power that permeated the world is quickly fading away, and the heavy and oppressive burden on the soul is no longer there.
There is no need to worry about the plague's effects becoming increasingly stronger, no need to worry about the infected spreading the plague and triggering a global xx crisis, and no need to worry about relatives and friends who have been infected being unable to recover.
Therefore, this plague that was nipped in the bud not only failed to expand the fear in people's hearts and strengthen the power of the Dreamland, but instead aroused the courage in people's hearts, allowing them to dare to face the deepest fear in their souls, thus weakening the power of the Dreamland.
Everything seems to be getting better.
But what's the cost?
In the safe house of the Dark Night Church, Lynch and the other two, along with senior officials from several of the most trustworthy churches, looked towards the ceremony venue with some uneasiness in their hearts.
The light of miracle floating in the air no longer exists. Only Lynch's memory of the red moon that has been attached to the light of miracle from the beginning is still floating in the air. The small statue seems to have absorbed the nutrients of the light, and it emits a soft and warm light instead of the light of miracle.
Under the light, twenty nuns were slowly standing up.
After kneeling and praying for more than ten hours, the ladies were exhausted and had to support each other to stand up. They looked very tired, but everyone's eyes were filled with warmth, as if they felt something indescribable during this long prayer.
It seemed that just as Ms. Nightingale had promised, the lives of these volunteers were not threatened, and although they might have paid something, they seemed to have gained unexpectedly in another way.
But what about her? Where had she gone?
Lynch's eyes did not find the old and familiar figure, but a young woman appeared in her original position.
The woman looked to be in her twenties, tall and beautiful, with long brown hair tied up on top of her head, which made her look dignified. Her snow-white robe looked holy and hazy under the soft light. She had a gentle and warm smile on her face, and was looking at everyone calmly.
Lin Qi didn't know her, but he felt that she looked familiar. He frowned and looked carefully for a few seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath.
He vaguely saw a little bit of Nightingale's shadow in the other person, except that the back that seemed to be bent by the heavy fate of the world straightened up again, the cheeks that were full of criss-crossing wrinkles became smooth again, and even the sparse gray hair became shiny and thick again.
It was like a completely different person, but the same gentle temperament and the same warm smile made the two different images gradually overlap in Lynch's mind.
The temperament of a saint is difficult for anyone to imitate. Yes, this is definitely Nightingale herself, and it is the Nightingale who has regained her youth.
Could it be that after she presided over the ceremony, not only did she not become a sacrifice of the miracle light, but instead turned a disaster into a blessing, absorbing the vitality of people all over the world and regaining her youth? Or was it because of her selfless courage that she was favored by Fiona, the Lord of Suffering, who bestowed her with divine grace to restore her youth?
Lynch couldn't figure out the reason for a moment, but when he looked at the young saint lady in front of him, he still felt his eyes getting hot.
He had never thought about becoming a saint, let alone sacrificing for anyone, but this did not affect his respect for those who were truly selfless and loving. Ms. Nightingale's sacrifice was her own choice, and he had no position to stop her, nor could he stop her. But now that he saw that she had not turned into ashes as in Qiwu's memory, Lynch still felt a warm current surge in his heart.
Maybe this world is not as cold and cruel as we imagined. Maybe this world still has warmth.
Lynch clenched his fists and pressed his sore nose to prevent himself from losing his composure on the spot. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He couldn't help but take two steps forward and walked towards Ms. Nightingale in the light.
However, just as he took a step forward, Nightingale raised her hand to stop him from getting any closer. The young lady smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Wait a minute, child, it's not the right time yet."
The young voice was soothing and gentle, but it seemed to carry some irresistible power that made Lynch stop involuntarily. He was stunned and looked at Diana and Natalie beside him. The two ladies beside him also stopped at the same time with a puzzled look on their faces.
The order was carried out and directly affected the three of them at the same time. This was beyond the power of a normal person. Facing the puzzled eyes of Lin Qi and the other two, Nightingale did not explain too much, but just nodded slightly, and then looked up at the red moon memory floating above his head.
The small sculpture was emitting soft light, and it was slowly falling down as if it was being lifted up by some force. The young lady spread out her hands, letting the statue fall steadily into her palms. She stared at it for a few seconds, frowned slightly and said, "This doesn't look like the memories required for the promotion of an ordinary Fallen God's Soul-Separated Soul..."
Before he finished speaking, he revealed a look of realization and said softly, "The divine power of light, so this is it."
Did she see it?
Lynch frowned. Although the divine power absorbed into Hongyue’s memories was not very hidden, it was not something that a mortal could distinguish. What was Nightingale’s state?
For some reason, Lynch suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Nightingale suddenly showed abilities beyond ordinary people. Is this really a good sign?
After staring at Hongyue's memories for a while, Ms. Nightingale looked up and gave Lynch a meaningful smile, then let go of her hand. Hongyue's memories seemed to be pulled by some force, slowly floated in front of Lynch, and automatically returned to his chest pocket, just like it had automatically floated out more than ten hours ago.
"Thank you for everything you have done for us, child." After watching the little sculpture leave, the lady smiled faintly and said softly, "I know you have already booked a trip to Norin. The Holy See of the Pope is waiting for your visit in Norin. After you arrive in Norin, I hope you can go and see her."
"Huh?" Lynch didn't bother to think about Nightingale's strange behavior just now. "Your Pope is waiting for me? Why?"
"We have seen everything you have done. Do you think the Lord of Suffering and her followers will take it for granted?" Nightingale said slowly, "Through the eyes of the Holy See, the Lord hopes to personally see you, a friend of the church who has helped us a lot, and personally express his gratitude to you."
She must not. Lynch immediately thought of the white female silhouette he felt when he first fought against the power of Mordiggian in the Church of Suffering. At that time, it was only a moment of contact and he almost assimilated him. Lynch did not want to challenge his limits again. However, it was also clear that the other party would be restrained this time, and the other party was obviously going to take out a thank-you gift. Lynch hesitated for a moment and immediately agreed.
The gratitude of the gods could never be ordinary. Lin Qi believed that if he refused, even if he was not struck by lightning, he would want to slap himself twice every night when he couldn't sleep. However, he was not blinded by this promise. He asked with some concern: "Is it just me? After completing such a great achievement, you don't need to report to the headquarters?"
Ms. Nightingale just smiled noncommittally, and her eyes passed Lynch and the other two and turned to the crowd behind them. They were the other three churches that the Rand Kingdom officially believed in, headed by Archbishop Trilles of the Dark Night Church, followed closely by the top leaders of the Sun Church and the Fortune Church.
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In the ceremony just now, these churches and the cultists recruited by Lynch all made great efforts. Of course, the cultists could not be allowed in, but the top leaders of these churches were finally able to enter the safe house and witnessed the end of the war up close.
At this time, the two sides' eyes met, and the church leaders looked at Nightingale with complicated eyes. After staring at each other for a few seconds, Archbishop Trinless suddenly laughed, sighed softly and said, "It feels like I'm back to the day forty years ago when you were about to leave Rhine for Norlin, Mr. Nightingale, haha, so many years have passed, I didn't expect to have the chance to see you like this again."
"Yes, it all seems to have happened yesterday. Forty years have passed without us noticing. We have all grown old." The young old woman looked down at her new look, smiled faintly, glanced at Lin Qi and said, "I also have to thank that child. Without his persistence, I would not be able to go back to the past and face all my old friends with my best side."
Several senior church officials sighed and looked at Nightingale with subtle, serious and respectful eyes, but without envy. Instead, there was a hint of alienation.
Ms. Nightingale didn't care. She turned her gaze back to Lynch and smiled kindly, "Just now I was talking about the gratitude of the Lord and her followers. Now it's my own gratitude. Your kindness, your respect, and your efforts have finally changed everything. You don't understand how grateful I am to you. Oh, child, I have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you like it."
"Gift?"
It seemed like a pleasant surprise, but Lynch was not happy. Instead, he felt more and more uneasy. Ms. Nightingale did not answer his question, but just shook her head mysteriously: "I have done so much today, I am tired, and I want to rest. Thank you for your care over the years. So, let's say goodbye now."
As she spoke, the Saint Lady took a few steps back, leaning wearily against the edge of the platform behind her. She smiled at the people present, looked up at the sky, and drew the Ouroboros symbol representing the Lord of Suffering on her chest with her fingers:
"Thank God."
As she moved, a ball of incandescent flames surged out of Ms. Nightingale's body and instantly enveloped her body. In the flickering flames, Ms. Nightingale stood up straight, lifted the hem of her white robe and bowed gracefully.
The next moment, a faint hymn suddenly rang out in the safe house, and flames instantly shot up into the sky.
In the incandescent light, everyone seemed to see the young and beautiful saint lady waving goodbye to everyone, turning away, and then the light faded and everything returned to darkness.
(End of this chapter)
