Crown of Silence

Chapter 788 Gods

It was like a short sleep in the afternoon. After waking up, my limbs felt soft, as if lying on the clouds, feeling free and comfortable in the weakness.

Ciel opened his eyes and smelled the smell of smoke coming from the corner.

Wolf Flute sat on the chair and looked up at him: "How was your rest, Ciel?"

"I took a nap and felt refreshed."

Charles held up his arms, stood up from the bed, and looked out the window at the hazy night, "Is it already night?"

Langdi looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "A week-long nap can be said to be a long sleep."

A week?

Charles was stunned for a moment, confused. He didn't expect that he would suddenly fall asleep for a week. But soon, he heard the commotion outside the door, opened the curtains, and saw a crowd of people outside the hospital.

I don't know how many people were shouting hard, crowding each other, trying to break through the siege of the guards. The noisy voices passed through the thick glass and became faint and blurry.

Charles was stunned, "What... happened to them?"

Wolf Flute stubbed out the cigarette and lit a new one for himself. His voice was dull: "What you did in Asgard has been spread back to the country."

"Yeah……"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then he forced a smile: "Did I cause you a lot of trouble? I'm sorry... I didn't expect that so many people would hate me."

With a hot brain, he risked his own life to save so many people, even if they were the enemies who had inflicted suffering on the Caucasus. Regardless of the overall situation, the front line was almost defeated...

Thinking of this, Ciel somewhat understood the anger of the group of people outside.

Langdi shook his head, "I can't say it's annoying, how can I say it? In short, it's quite complicated... There are rumors outside that you are dead."

"I don't."

Wolf Flute didn't speak, just looked at him with a look that made him tremble.

After a long time, he put out the cigarette that he had only taken a few puffs on and sighed.

"Yes, many people know that you will not die." He said, "They believe that you will rise again after sleeping."

He stood up and waved to Ciel:

"follow me."

When the door opened, the corridor was silent.

It was as if everything had come to a standstill.

Charles walked out of the room wearing slippers and holding on to the wall. Then he saw many shocked eyes. The doctors, nurses and several guards all looked at him blankly, with a... color in their eyes that he could not understand. .

Along the way, everyone looked at him blankly, frozen in place, as if watching a huge monster walking in the corridor.

Even though he was so weak, missing an eye, and even holding on to the wall to pant.

The further down you go, the louder and more suffocating the noise outside becomes.

That's what countless people are shouting.

Countless people were rushing forward frantically, trying to break down the fence.

The flames of the torches ignited the dark night and illuminated their faces, either roaring, screaming, or admiring enthusiastically.

Amidst the countless noisy voices, someone was roaring, holding scriptures and torches high, and patrolling the crowd, just like a sheepdog patrolling a flock of sheep. When he looked at the hospital, his eyes were so hot that it was scary.

"Look, can you feel that compassionate and selfless love?"

The old man who was lifted up was shouting at the crowd, "Look, you are so close to a miracle! You mortal beings are so close to your salvation! The will of the gods is running here! Mortal beings, He is here, He Watching you!"

As a result, the crowd roared, waved their hands wildly, roared, burst into tears with excitement, and even fainted in excitement and anguish.

"Then, repent from the bottom of your heart! Mortals, have you ever been cleansed of your original sin?"

Someone stared at the crowd angrily, as if looking at a group of dirty sinners, and roared: "No, you didn't! Tell me, who has shouldered your sins?"

"It's the Son of God! The Son of God!"

In the crowd, countless people burst into tears.

Someone was kneeling on the ground, with his upper body naked, crying in pain, raising a cane whip, and whipping his back, even if it was bloody and the scars were swollen.

"Everything, answer me! Who will suffer in your place?"

Thousands of voices shouting to the point of hoarseness overlapped together, enthusiastically praising and confessing, screaming or cheering: "He is the Son of God!!"

"Who is it? He doesn't teach you to die, but teaches you to live!"

"He is the Son of God!!!"

Some people laughed, some cried, and some people beat their chests and followed the crowd, roaring in response: "He is the savior, the messenger of the only God who redeems us!"

Ciel was stunned.

In the chaos, someone at the front of the crowd let out a scream of surprise.

"Look, he's awake!"

The woman screamed excitedly: "He is back in the world!"

"He, he's looking at me!" The old man turned back ecstatically and shouted to the crowd: "He's looking at us!"

The crowd was boiling, like water, furiously attacking the guards' obstruction. Time and time again, countless people wailed as they were trampled, and were soon drowned by the excited shouts.

Even though thousands of soldiers tried their best to stop them, many people still slipped through the protection and ran to the hospital excitedly.

Even after many layers of interceptions, several fanatics still rushed into the hospital, ignoring the whipping of the guards, and rushed to Ciel's location.

Even though he was pressed to the ground, he still struggled desperately, squirming on the ground, struggling to get to Charles' feet and kissing his instep devoutly.

Just the simplest touch, tears already flowed down his face.

Charles subconsciously reached out his hand, but froze in place, not knowing what to do.

"Oh God, Son of God! Please bless me!"

The man who was thrown to the ground by the guard shouted enthusiastically, stretched out his hand, trying to touch his fingertips, approaching little by little, shouting to him: "I am willing to follow you devoutly and follow your doctrines, I only hope you can lead me to the straight road and lead me into heaven!"

Exerting all his strength, he was only a short gap away from Charles' fingertips.

Then, he was hit on the head by a stick by the guard, fell into a coma, and was dragged out.

Soon, the gate fell, isolating the fanatical crowd outside.

In silence, only Charles and Wolf Whistle were left in the hall.

"See, Charles... You have never been stigmatized for what you have done."

Lang Di smoked a cigarette with his eyes downcast, "You lost your power, and then... you truly became a god."

At this moment, regardless of whether it was Charles' wish or not.

God, truly came to the world.

——

In the early morning, Ye Qingxuan heard Bai Heng's voice in the cage.

"Ye Qingxuan, why do you think God has no form and cannot be imagined?"

Ye Qingxuan turned his head to look at him expressionlessly: "You called me here early in the morning just to discuss theology?"

Bai Heng smiled, "After all, you are the chief judge. With you accompanying me, I naturally have to ask for advice at any time."

"You are a dignified duke, you can't have never even read the "Holy Book", right?"

"I have read it, but after wasting so much space, I feel that it only says one sentence."

Bai Heng yawned and looked over with a smile:

"——God is different from humans, isn't it?"

Ye Qingxuan did not speak, just looked at him silently.

"I think this is probably the contradiction between 'God' and humans. Humans are scheming and have created a non-existent savior, hoping for a redemption in fantasy.

Humans may fear, worship, and believe in Him... but humans will not love something different from themselves."

He reached out and extinguished the incense in the porcelain plate in front of him, crushing the little flame between his fingers.

"God has no form and cannot be imagined--"

Bai Heng said, "But this is not to show that He is nobler and more omnipotent than humans, but just to prevent humans from killing Him."

Ye Qingxuan asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

"No meaning."

Bai Heng put his hands in his sleeves and smiled: "Just take it as a kind reminder."

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan said indifferently, "I can't see any kindness to others from you. People like you, how can you care about others?"

"Because you have nothing to do with me, Ye Qingxuan, this is why I am happy to talk to you so much."

Bai Heng just smiled indifferently, without the slightest anger: "You see, there is always a wonderful fate between us... I expelled Ye Lanzhou back then, and now, you are going to send me to the Heavenly Prison with your own hands. This is 'cause and effect'. Your meeting with me may be destined. Well, maybe our grievances have been determined by something before you were born, right?"

"Hehe."

He was answered with a cold laugh.

Ye Qingxuan turned and left, ignoring his words.

Only Bai Heng sat in the cage, smiling.

He didn't look like a prisoner, but rather like a nobleman sitting in his own carriage, speaking with dignity.

"Why do you have to do this, Ye Qingxuan? Putting myself in your shoes, I understand your anger - the pain of someone you cherish being killed."

He stared at Ye Qingxuan's back and whispered softly:

"You will understand me sooner or later."

Sorry, I caught a cold after being caught in the rain, so I can't make up 3,000 words for this chapter.