mijobooks Chapter 29
Chapter 29
"Ugh!"
Damn! No, it's hot!
Lucien felt feverish all over.
Energy is constantly surging from his blood vessels, from his bone marrow, from some unknown depth, filling his body.
Pink iridescent light seeped from the edges of the scarred cross.
Ah! Something is about to be stretched open!
No, that's not right! It's going to burst!
He groaned, his body involuntarily tensing up.
The field of view was instantly overexposed.
Mine caves, churches, kneeling crowds, light and shadow on the rock walls.
Everything was twisted, stretched, and melted, like an oil painting soaked in water.
Countless overlapping images flooded my mind:
His own silhouette standing in the pillar of light, Bishop Avery's twitching face, Luke's raised bone cross, and the bewildered eyes of the believers in the distance.
These images were violently dismantled and then randomly reassembled.
He saw his finger pointing into the void, each click creating a pink ripple.
The believers touched by the ripples first stiffened, then their facial muscles convulsed uncontrollably, their mouths agape, emitting strange hoarse sounds.
The same iridescent light was reflected deep within their pupils, like stained glass beads.
The energy is still overflowing.
Bishop Avery, who was closest to him, was the first to be affected.
The old man's sallow face flushed red instantly, and veins bulged on his forehead.
He opened his mouth, but could not utter a complete sentence; only the hissing sound of air passing through his throat could be heard.
The pupil of the intact eye was unfocused, as if it had seen something that shouldn't exist.
Bishop Luke was a little further away, but he was not spared either.
The bone cross in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp clatter.
He knelt, leaning forward, his hands on the ground, his fingers digging into the cracks in the stone.
His shoulders were trembling violently, as if he were enduring extreme cold or a high fever.
Occasionally, he would squeeze out a few broken syllables through his teeth: "...Lord...my...kingdom..."
In the divine realm, Luo Huan suddenly sat up straight.
"Hmm! Something's not right! Something's up!"
The beads in front of her were flashing wildly, their pink light almost overflowing their surface.
"Only this many people? Could it be just another minor advancement?"
She muttered to herself, reaching out to press lightly on the beads.
Something doesn't feel right.
The impact of Lucien and his mere hundred or so people on the world was unexpectedly huge!
That is to say!
"Chance!"
Luo Huan's eyes widened like a cartoon character's, and they really did shine!
"Come on, Xiao Lu! Hang in there! Don't be afraid! I'm coming in!"
The torrent of energy was poured into Luo Huan along the path.
It was frantically poured into Lucien's body.
The scars on his back were so bright they were almost blinding, and the pinkish iridescence shone through his clothes, making him look like an eerie lamp in the dim light of the mine.
Hang in there.
Luo Huan's voice resounded directly in the depths of his consciousness, striking his soul like endless sounds.
"Hmph hmph hmph ahh ...
Luo Huan didn't care whether Lucien could hold on or not, and poured the contents down his throat like an unsportsmanlike assault!
Lucien was completely unable to respond.
He felt like he was about to burst.
The bones groaned, muscle fibers stretched to their limits, and blood vessels beneath the skin were clearly visible, pulsating with the flow of energy.
The lightness and power gained during the previous breakthrough were still there, but now they were covered by a larger and more violent torrent.
He clenched his teeth, and blood seeped from his gums, tasting of blood.
The body spontaneously adjusts its posture, the spine straightens further, the shoulder blades open backward, and the chest moves forward.
This action fully exposed the cross-shaped scar on his back to the air, and the pink light condensed into an almost tangible halo, spreading outwards.
Avery and Luke, who had just struggled out of the Sea of Thresholds, were once again engulfed by the spreading halo.
The two froze simultaneously.
Then, Bishop Avery let out a bellows-like gasp from his throat, which then turned into a high-pitched, off-key laugh.
He crawled toward Lucien, his movements clumsy like a newborn lamb, yet surprisingly fast.
Withered hands embraced Lucien's ankles, his face pressed against the muddy shoes, rubbing repeatedly.
Luke was a beat slower, but he caught up. He hugged his other leg, his forehead pressed against Lucien's shinbone, his body curled up and trembling.
Other believers saw it.
The dozen or so people who were closest to the camera were the first to react.
Their faces still bore the marks of a mixture of intoxication and fear, but their eyes were fixed on Lucien.
Staring at his mesmerizing body, staring at the prostrate posture of the two bishops.
Something more primal has been awakened.
They surged forward.
Without any method or order, it was like the tide crashing against the rocks.
Some people knelt down in front of Lucien, some grabbed at his clothes, and some even pressed down on the cult leader.
More than a hundred people, their white robes forming a undulating wave in the dim light.
"Oh my gosh~"
Everyone entered a psychedelic state again!
All movement stopped.
Those who were hugging their legs, clutching the hem of their clothes, and kneeling on the ground all froze.
Their eyes simultaneously lost focus, and different illusions were reflected deep within their pupils:
They believed it to be the Kingdom of God, a land of infinite information and infinite beauty.
It is bliss.
Pure, unconditional bliss that overwhelms all the senses.
Some people started to shed tears, some stretched their mouths to their ears, and some leaned back and let out a silent scream.
Without exception, they all remained there, like more than a hundred frozen sculptures, immersed in the same inhuman pleasure.
"pity."
Luo Huan pouted, and the pair of white cat ears that had popped out of her head drooped down.
"Still a little short, ahhhhhh!!!!"
It crawls in a dark, twisted way.
She sensed that this was all the power she could infiltrate this time.
She, now a little white cat, tilted her head and pondered for a moment.
"It's alright, just one step away from being faster than Jason's two breakthroughs, otherwise he would have become a half-bronze player."
Well, Lucien skipped two ranks this time, going directly from the initial Iron rank to half of the Bronze rank.
It's just that the membrane didn't break, and new powers couldn't be generated.
That's enough.
Inside the mine, Lucien's radiance gradually faded, and he returned to normal.
The believers gradually woke up.
His eyes regained focus, and he regained control of his body, but the expression on his face had completely changed.
The confusion and fear were washed away, leaving only a monotonous, burning devotion.
The only thing they looked at Lucien with was devout fervor.
Lucien slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
The white vapor condensed into mist in the cold cave.
He looked down at the two bishops who were still clinging to his legs.
Avery had fainted, a grotesque smile on his face.
Luke was still awake, looking up with tears streaming down his face.
Meanwhile, the waking-up private doctor is still battling his job and the chaotic illness plaguing Avery's body.
Lucien gently pulled his leg back.
He took a step forward, his footing a little unsteady, but he quickly regained his balance.
The power flowed smoothly within his body, stronger and more terrifying than before.
Throw away the tile!
He turned to face the crowd that had risen from the ground.
The beam of light from the Sunlight Well has completely disappeared, leaving only a faint, reflective glow in the mine.
But he saw it clearly, everything was crystal clear.
"call……"
He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Everyone."
pause.
All eyes were on him.
"host,"
Lucien said, a restrained smile curving his lips.
"Be with me."
He raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently touched his heart on his chest.
"And are with us."
A brief silence.
Then, Bishop Luke was the first to respond in a hoarse voice:
"The Lord is with us!"
the second.
The third.
The sounds, initially scattered, gradually converged, eventually forming a continuous roar that echoed throughout the cave.
"The Lord is with us!"
"The Lord is with us!"