Blood of Mercury

"You shall praise my name - you shall worship me!"

The rumbling sound driven by the wind and the atmosphere spread all over the world, and with the rain-like light falling, people subconsciously chose to believe Roland's words.

They ignored the furious priests who stopped them from moving, and chose to immediately kneel down and pray to the sky.

"You must repent," Roland's voice rolled in the air, "because this is a sinful and filthy generation, and there are no miracles for you to see in this generation. But you don't think that you are filthy, you only think that there are no miracles in this world!"

"I'm going to tell you that you are guilty of this!"

"Pray! Condemn yourselves, punish yourselves, and bail for yourselves, until you are truly clean."

"Until that day, I will forgive you in the name of the teacher! Because you are truly clean-"

"You test me, and I will testify to you - I will perform great miracles in my name, Roland, and perform seven great miracles in three days!"

It was not until this sentence was issued that people finally realized who the rumbling Tianyin was.

That's Roland!

That's Saint Laurent from Banza!

The supreme justice! Praise the truth! The man who brings miracles!

That is the only saint of this era, the only person worthy of worship——

"I, my legs are healed!"

Suddenly, a **** on a street corner stood up tremblingly, pointed at his broken leg with trembling fingers, widened his eyes, and his face was full of disbelief.

The people around couldn't help covering their mouths.

Of course they knew the old cripple.

Twenty years ago, he was a strong and kind mercenary, but after his leg was bitten by a monster and he lost his mercenary career, he became a poor and sour drunk who wandered around a corner pub.

His left leg, which had been bitten off by a monster, regrown at some point, and was as strong as twenty years ago. And his body, which was shriveled and devoid of vitality, became healthy again.

The old **** stared at his broken leg, which was healed. He was stunned for a long time, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word with trembling excitement.

Then, he knelt down on the ground and cried out with a wow like a child.

"Your Majesty Roland... Your Majesty Roland! Your Majesty Roland!"

This old soldier who is too old to die on a street corner, no one would be surprised, knelt on the ground, kowtowed desperately, whimpered in a vague voice, and stammered in praise of Roland with a prayer he had almost forgotten: "You are the Most High! You are everything... I extol your name, You are the Most High Miracle..."

After being reminded by this old cripple, people reacted and looked at themselves ignorantly.

Then they find that, bathed in a pleasant rain of light, they don't know when the scars and wounds on their bodies will disappear.

That's right - scars, wounds, and diseases all healed silently. All those who were bathed in the light and rain were healed perfectly, without even the slightest pain and discomfort.

Even people who are born with disabilities, after being bathed in the light rain full of vitality, their disabilities have been cured. Those who were dying were also rescued abruptly and continued their lives.

After people realized what miracle Roland was doing this time, people kept coming out of their homes and went to the open air to welcome the bathing of light and rain.

There was no crowding, no quarrels, and order among the people. None of the people who got the miracle of healing were left alone. They consciously moved away from the best places and gave the miracle to those who needed it more.

What makes people more frenzied and makes the priest speechless are those who are suffering from the plague.

The bloodstains on their bodies disappeared completely after being illuminated by the light rain. Now that the sun has just risen, the patient who had just died was forcibly rescued by this miraculous light rain, and was directly cured. You can even get back on your feet.

- They got perfect health.

People fell to the ground one by one, praising Roland loudly.

"Praise Roland!"

"Praise Roland!"

"Praise Roland!!"

"You deserve to praise me because I will give you the miracle of birth! I will give you birth!"

Roland's voice rumbled in the sky: "I give you the gift of healing - I will rain down on you!"

Seeing all this, the pastors trembled.

"Lord, have you seen it! Have you seen this great miracle!"

Someone whimpered and prayed to the holy emblem.

But this time, there was no response from the bleak holy emblem.

The pastors finally found out.

When all the gods faced Roland's great miracle, not only did they not impose any punishment, but they avoided and panicked, and did not even dare to respond to the calls of the priests.

Just like a mouse ducking and fleeing in front of the thunder, the priests clearly saw that the gods hesitated and feared in front of this real miracle.

Everything they extol their great language is weak and powerless in the face of this great miracle that has finally come.

The prayers were not answered, and the magic could not be used - the feeling of being deceived came to the hearts of the pastors.

After the priests hesitated for a long time, finally one by one, some of them dropped their still bleak holy emblems and knelt down solemnly with some kind of consciousness.

"Praise Roland—"

They prayed loudly and praised Roland with the high-pitched, gorgeous and emotional tones unique to evangelists.

Unexpected but reasonable, their blasphemous behavior was not punished by the gods.

So they know who is greater.

The light rain continued to fall for more than an hour.

A soft white light already appeared on the ground, as if nourishment was poured into the earth. Visible greenery emerges from the desert, lakes become clear, and even cities appear more alive.

"I bless you for your repentance!"

When the light rain stopped, Roland's voice sounded again: "I will rain every week until seven years-"

"But I am not giving you a ban on epidemics and disasters! Although you have to repent, the world is still guilty!"

"I use the death crow as a messenger, you must respect them as you respect me!"

"Beware of the ungodly! Beware of those who make false confessions and false prayers!"

"The death crow comes, and the plague and the fever will destroy the false pious. I will curse them, and the earth will tremble, and the eternal mountains will crumble, and the eternal mountains will collapse. com~The gift of healing no longer exists—"

"You must remember! Use your good deeds to protect yourself, and I will protect you forever and ever!"

As Roland's voice gradually dissipated from the air, the light and rain gradually stopped.

Roland turned his head and stretched out his hand to support Kelmora, who had been piously lying on the ground for a long time.

He said gently: "Kyle, this is the miracle you asked for."

"...I repent to you, Your Majesty,"

Kelmora clenched her hands tightly, lowered her head, and repented sincerely in a low voice: "I will no longer dare to test your miracles."

"So best."

Roland showed a gentle and loving smile, and answered pointedly. (To be continued.)