Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The corners of Abram's robe inlaid with variegated gemstones swayed with his footsteps, reflecting the dazzling light and magnifying the halo that enveloped the church.

He subconsciously held his breath, tried to make his footsteps softer, walked through the aisle between the two rows of benches, and walked towards the front of the church.

There stood a huge cross, and the sunlight poured in from the painted windows behind it, illuminating the bricks that the young man stepped on with every step.

This is a very broad and majestic church. When you look up, you can see the vast circular dome, and every part is painted with colorful and lifelike murals.

Huge stone pillars support the main body of the house structure. The bones of different races are stacked and inlaid on top, but they only give people a sense of sanctity and solemnity, without any fear or gloomy atmosphere at all.

In front of the church, a white-robed figure was suspended above the high platform, standing exactly at the center point of the cross. His gentle eyes cast his gentle gaze on the people below, falling on all the participants.

Everyone has the feeling of being watched, but they are not frightened by such sight. Instead, they seem to be illuminated by the sun, giving rise to inner relief and joy.

The figure of the man was almost completely unreal, except that around his neck was a ring made of olive branches and thorns. It had a bright color and a stable entity, with several brightly blooming sunflowers connected in series.

A small skylark was resting on the man's shoulder. The bird closed its eyes and lowered its head deeply. It seemed that it was also waiting respectfully for the sacrament to proceed, and was ready to listen to the pronouncements of the gods.

The eyes with different expressions fell behind Abram, including a little dark jealousy, but they all used envy and admiration to cover up their true thoughts, and tried their best to use pious postures, waiting for the Lord's half body to be replaced. The person who calls out the name performs the sacrament of proclaiming the surname.

In front of the cross, six angels with wings and halos above their heads were lined up.

The angel on the far left has silver hair like a waterfall, and the lowered eyelashes cover the same silver eyes. When there is no movement, he looks more like a perfect sculpture. The plain gray linen robe has no embellishment, and is as simple as a blank. Drawing paper.

There are broad silver-white wings behind Ouroleus, and the halo above his head emits silver light, spiraling like a snake's body, forming a strange symbol.

The second angel seemed to be covered with flames, with raised sword eyebrows, and a fanatical but uninhibited smile on his face. He glanced at everyone on the bench with sharp eyes, and his sharp-edged temperament almost touched everyone. There were scratches in the eyes of everyone who saw him.

Medici was still wearing the dark armor with blood-colored lines, and in his hand was a broad sword with a sheath on the ground. He was like a half-unsheathed blood sword, and the red wings behind him seemed to be burning at any time. The flames ignited, and an extra layer of thin blood light formed on the edge of the halo above his head.

The angel in the middle stood one step further than the rest. Abram was very familiar with him, from the past to the present.

Lord Sasril's appearance has not changed at all, but his temperament has become more and more majestic, until now, he feels difficult to touch.

That shadow enveloped His eyes forever, and His appearance became blurred and never appeared clearly before the eyes of the world again.

His long black curly hair hangs down over his shoulders, and his dark black slim-fitting robe is embroidered with intricate and gorgeous patterns with silver thread. There are brightly colored accessories hanging around his waist, and those patterns also contain established occult symbols. They are used in various prayer ceremonies. are often used frequently.

The slender black wings gathered behind Saslier, but revealed the shadow of layers of illusory wings, surrounding his body like a curtain, echoing the dark halo above his head.

There was another person who passed by, and he was also a person that Abram was very familiar with. At that time, although the person was younger than him, he was already an increasingly powerful extraordinary person. But now that person has been gifted by the Lord and has become an angel, it is unavoidable for him to feel embarrassed. Abram was very moved.

Oseikus has a pious expression, and his handsome appearance is no longer immature, but is still full of vigor. He has a gentle smile on his face, and his white but longer wings are slightly open, with a light halo covering them, including the top of his head. The halo exudes a warmth as bright as the sun.

As for the middle-aged man with dark blue hair, Abram felt a little strange. His facial contour was very square, and although he had a very serious expression, his facial features were not too sharp. Although it is not the same as Medici's wildness, there is also a thunder-like precipitation in the middle-aged man's eyes, as if an invisible storm is brewing.

There is also a pair of wings behind Leodro. Although they are white, they are covered with wave-like light patterns. As he breathes, there is a faint ups and downs of the waves. The halo of light on his head is surrounded by subtle lines. Lightning looks like it is flashing from a distance.

Leodro knew that this was more because he was willing to take risks and participated in secret plans, assisting some giants to cross the sea to the western continent, etc. However, to this day, Leodro was not convinced that he could become an angel. I still don’t have much real sense of things.

He still needs more time to stabilize his spiritual state.

Standing at the very end was an old man wearing a hood, his body slightly lowered, his long white beard hanging down to his chest, holding a thick leather-bound book in his hand. Compared to the others, he was smaller. It doesn't seem so conspicuous anymore.

Half of the old man's robe has a diamond plaid pattern, and the other half is plain gray. On the long belt around his waist, an eye made of brass hangs. The same pattern is also printed on the top of his hood, like An extra eye, attached to the top of the head.

The Lord’s angels dedicated their loyalty and faith to Him, and finally received the Lord’s gift.

Abram thought this way, and his feet stopped in front of Sasriel. Sasriel held a golden vessel in his left hand. The outer surface of the vessel was engraved with multiple twisted occult symbols, and the inside contained the passing prayers. With consecrated fresh olive oil.

Abram knelt down on one knee according to the proper procedure of the ceremony, then raised his head and pointed the cross on his face:

"The true light that illuminates all living beings has now fallen on me, allowing me to be liberated."

Sasriel lit a dab of olive oil with his hand and used it to rub it heavily on Abram's forehead twice, leaving a reflective cross:

“May sin be buried, may impurity be washed away, may you be illuminated and receive new life through the light.”

Then Sasriel spread his palms and stretched them to the top of Abram's head:

“By the infinite mercy of God, under the watchful eye of God, our dear brother, you have been forgiven and will receive blessings. May the grace of the Holy Spirit bless you.

"From now on, your last name is Abraham."

Abram couldn't help but close his eyes, and loudly and fervently thanked the Lord for his grace, his words filled with tears.

In such a serious occasion, no one would think that Abram's reaction was inappropriate, or if it had been someone else who had experienced this, the surname given by the Lord might have been even more intense than Abram's reaction.

It's just that some of the guys attending the ceremony showed some disrespect in secret, such as whispering to each other in secret...

"Dazhbog, this surname is not an accident, is it?"

"of course not."

The conversation between Daribog and Zoya only happened between the two, and no one could hear it. Daribog has now mastered the authority of his accommodation, and even deliberately separated part of it, regulating his own tendency to converge. .

With Zoya's help, he maintained a very good mental state, including all believers on this continent - the concept of "anchor" is no longer a secret to the angels in this church.

As for the wings, they were not necessary originally, but after Daribog's fantasy, he finalized the new images of several angels.

On the contrary, he didn't have it himself, but this is very reasonable, Dazhberg thought.

It's just that today's ritual process will take a lot of time. Originally, Daribog didn't want to come in person. He was busy dreaming and designing his own "Garden of Eden".

The Creator, who was keen on creating the Kingdom of God, even directly told Saslier that he could imagine a statue of God placed in front of the church. Anyway, his sight could fall directly here, but he was sternly rejected by his own body.

Saslier repeatedly emphasized that today is a very important day and asked Dazhberg to attend today - "It's okay even if you hang out and do nothing."

In this tug-of-war, Saslier won with his unwavering persistence, in exchange for a full day's schedule for Dazhberg.

Skylark had heard the surname "Abraham" in other languages. Zoya's eyelids moved and she resisted the urge to lower her head to look. She still maintained her statue-like posture: "So what is the next surname?"

"Jacob, I think it's pretty good. It's very suitable for the older follower."

Zoya was silent for several seconds and asked tentatively: "So what about the next one?"

"It's Solomon." Dazhbog replied quickly.

"There seem to be a lot of people today, you..."

"Zorroaster."

"To be honest, these last names are somewhat familiar." When Yunque said this, his tone was dry.

Dazhberg's voice with a chuckle quickly conveyed back: "Let's not talk about this anymore. In fact, it's not just the Garden of Eden. I also prepared a gift for you. I don't know if you will like it."

"I don't want your utopian humanity."

"That time was just an immature proposal. This gift may give you a little surprise. I even repaired your old body during the experiment. You may need it later."

Zoya was silent for another moment, and her overly strong precognitive intuition prompted her to say the following words:

"Actually, you are just a fantasy clone here. You are still busy doing something in the Garden of Eden, right?"

Darborg suddenly became completely silent. He stared quietly below, as if he was completely focused on the ceremony and had never been distracted.

A total of twelve such special sacraments were performed, and today's ceremony was basically concluded.

Sasriel stood before the angels, and his proclamation came from the church, echoed throughout the city, and soon spread across the entire continent.

This is the first year, the first month, and the first day of the glorious year.

It will be remembered by the future and forgotten by the future.

I'm sorry that my post was a little late today. I really have to ask for leave tomorrow. As a result, I expected perfect attendance and completed the book. After all, there were still some omissions. Lose the dog, lose the dog. (wry smile)

I need some time to adjust myself. Thank you all for your support along the way. I really appreciate your willingness to listen to me share such stories.

I won’t publish a single chapter tomorrow and ask for leave to take up space. If the status can be restored a little, maybe I can add another chapter in the afternoon.