pjbooks Chapter 122 The Kingdom of God
Chapter 122 The Kingdom of God
Chapter 122 The Kingdom of God
For the clergy, all of this was no less significant than for the Chinese people witnessing Xia Jie receiving the approval of the Xuanyuan Sword.
If Su Fan were to play Leo I instead of Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, this time, they could accept it.
To Westerners, Leo I was a gentleman like Yi Yin, the Duke of Zhou, Zhuge Liang, Wang Meng, Fan Zhongyan, Wang Anshi, Yu Qian, and Zhang Juzheng.
Attila the Hun was equivalent to Modu Chanyu, Jili Khan, Songtsen Gampo, An Lushan, Li Yuanhao, and Genghis Khan.
"I felt the guidance of that special will, which did not subside after I obtained this garment; on the contrary, it became even clearer." Su Fan, playing Attila the Hun, cast his gaze out of the church, at the deeper night of Turin and the distant mountain silhouettes. "It draws me to a place. Do you want to come with me to see it? To see what this will wants me, or us, to witness."
The old priest's breathing strangely calmed down a little at that moment.
What didn't immediately come to mind were the countless theological texts about "prophet receiving command in the wilderness" and "saints following unpredictable divine oracles."
And just now, I witnessed the incredibly real and awe-inspiring scene of the "holy shroud" being stripped of its worldly faith and revealing its true holy form.
What if all of this is not simply "blasphemy" or "theft" as others claim? What if that "special will" truly exists and reveals its intentions in this way? What if this contradictory "Scourge of God" before us is truly an integral part of this grand and unsettling "holy relic"?
Refuse? Then stay here, waiting for the Vatican's rescue and questioning, and then, amidst the arguments and definitions, try to use pale theological language to frame this reality that cannot be framed at all?
Or should I accept it? Dragging this broken body and aged soul, I will follow this Scourge of God, or perhaps some kind of incredible "vessel," into the unknown darkness to personally verify the end of that will.
This is a choice that transcends personal life and death. It concerns the essence of faith, the understanding of the divine manifestation, and even the meaning of a lifetime of service.
Despite the twists and turns, Su Fan had achieved his goal of reaching Turin. As for making a request of the priest, it was simply because Su Fan found him agreeable.
If he accepts the invitation, Su Fan will give him a chance; if he refuses, there's nothing more to say. Their fate ends here, and they will simply forget each other in the world of martial arts.
Su Fan, playing Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, still held out his hand, patiently waiting. The moon-white gold cloak on his shoulders fluttered slightly in the night wind and the restless energy field around him, the starlight at its edges flowing endlessly, emitting a stable and warm glow, as if it were a peaceful sanctuary, subtly separating the hostility and turmoil of the outside world.
Finally, the old priest's chapped lips moved slightly. He didn't look at his approaching colleagues. His cloudy yet still clear gaze was fixed on the face of Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, played by Su Fan, as if his eyes could penetrate the body and see the essence of the soul behind it.
In the end, the old priest did not shake Attila's hand, but simply nodded. This gesture was a silent answer.
"Don't be fooled! Stop him!"
"He is a thief who stole power!"
"Very good." Su Fan, playing Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, nodded and grabbed the old priest's arm with one hand.
On one hand, they summoned the [Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi], which, of course, had also undergone the [Shaping] ability of the [God Mask], and appeared as a golden light at their feet.
The [Flight] ability of the [Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi] was activated, carrying the two of them directly away from Turin.
If you're leaving, it's actually easier to use the [Gourd Porcelain Pillow]'s [Material Delivery] function.
Why is Su Fan still like this? Of course, it's because he's handsome! Otherwise, why would he use the God Mask to modify the appearance of the Kusanagi Sword?
A savage king and a devout shepherd, treading on golden light, were lifted by it and headed towards an unknown place. This scene, more profoundly imprinted in the eyes and hearts of all who witnessed it than any previous miracle or display of power.
The destination was another city in Italy, or rather, a country within a country surrounded by Italy.
The Kusanagi Sword flew very fast under Su Fan's control, and soon arrived at Rome, a city in southern Italy!
Italy can be considered a successor to the ancient Roman Empire in some respects; after all, the capital of the ancient Roman Empire is now a city in Italy.
Soon they arrived in Rome, Italy, and Su Fan, controlling the Kusanagi Sword, descended upon the city.
"This is it," the voice of Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, played by Su Fan, rang out. "That will has become clearer than ever before; it is calling out, deep within this city. We'll walk the rest of the way."
The old priest nodded without saying a word, simply indicating that he could follow.
He wanted to know what the end of that "special will" was. He wanted to know why this sacred object had chosen to follow this king. He even wanted to know what the meaning was of his broken remaining life, being swept into this incomprehensible torrent.
Su Fan's goal was certainly not Rome, the capital of Italy, but the country surrounded by Rome.
Itaigang, or rather, the holy land for believers of the cross worldwide, the kingdom ruled by the Pope in place of God, the eternal city, the city of holy light, the kingdom of God.
In the heart of Rome, on a narrow cobblestone street near the Pantheon, Su Fan's arrival, so abruptly and violently, naturally caused a huge uproar.
An elderly street artist, who was drawing portraits for tourists, dropped his charcoal pencil on the paper with a "thud," turning the outline he had just drawn into a blot of ink.
His cloudy eyes widened, staring intently at the sky, his withered lips trembling as he muttered in a thick Roman accent, "My God, a superhuman?!"
His customer, a young tourist, jumped up screaming, pointing her phone camera at the sky, and excitedly babbling incoherently: "My God! Look! Look! There are two people riding on light descending from the sky, is that a movie special effect?"
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The barista at the coffee shop next door is making a perfect cappuccino, with the foam still gently swirling down.
His movements froze, the scalding coffee cup burning his fingertips, but his gaze remained fixed on the sky.
The old men who had been arguing about the football match at the bar suddenly fell silent, tilted their heads back, and spilled their coffee, the dark brown liquid dripping onto their trouser legs without them even noticing.