Chapter 224 Gods and Demons (IV)
In the capital of Xuli, a room somewhere below the Crimson Throne.

When there was no war, Evening Prayer usually stayed alone in a corner, writing in a diary that seemed to have no end.

"April, the 658th year of the Xuli calendar."

"My dear, just as you expected, I was regarded as the savior and became a symbol of faith like God. The mighty movement of creating gods shaped me to a height that I have never reached before."

"Since false faith can bring hope, then true strength is even more so. I have become people's faith. I don't like this, and I don't want to be worshipped at all, but if this is part of fulfilling my destiny, I will gladly accept it."

"The situation is not favorable to us. We only have the last Crimson Throne left, which is the last bastion of civilization."

"But I will not doubt the victory, because you said I would succeed, you said it was my destiny, then it must be so, there will be no surprises."

"The war may last for a very long time, but it doesn't matter. At least I won't be too busy anymore. I am determined to fight on."

I wrote a lot of evening prayers in fits and starts before I stopped, feeling unsatisfied, and got up to leave.

There is also a combat meeting today to discuss how to defend the Crimson Throne. As the highest authority in the entire civilization, even if he is not very keen on giving orders, he still needs to be present to make the final decision.

When evening prayer came to the meeting hall on the basement floor, all the participants had already arrived and were waiting.

"Lord."

"Your Excellency."

As the calls came, Evening Prayer nodded calmly and said:

"Have you discussed how to arrange the defense of the Crimson Throne? The next wave will arrive soon."

".In this regard, we have made new progress in our research, which may completely change the situation of the war."

The senior researchers looked at each other and then submitted a report to Evening Prayer.

"We carefully studied the manuscript left by Qinghui and found that soul bone metal is not only the key to breaking through limitations, but it can also accommodate souls. Whether it is the user's own or someone else's. Therefore, we did some unspeakable experiments and finally completed this research."

"We are already able to store the purified souls in the soul bone metal. There is almost no limit to the capacity."

"Storing the soul in soul bone metal?"

She knew every word of Vesper, but the combination of them made her frown slightly.

"Yes, it is entirely possible. Moreover, as long as they are stored in the soul bone metal, these souls can be transformed into energy and extracted for use at any time, becoming the best quality fuel."

"This is also an opportunity for all those who are not qualified to achieve extraordinary things. If we follow the theory of godhood proposed by Researcher Qinghui, we should be able to complete the conditions for the path, because our souls all belong to a great one."

The more he talked, the more things seemed to be wrong. After thinking for a while, he frowned and became angry, which was unusual for him:
"you!"

"Wow--"

Before Vespers got angry, everyone in the meeting hall knelt down on the ground and petitioned Vespers:

"Lord, we are determined to entrust our souls to you. Please use them as you wish in the following battles!"

"I have buried countless compatriots. Now, you want to irresponsibly hand over your souls to me, saying that I can use them at will."

Evening Prayer looked at the people kneeling in front of him, lowered his eyelids, and said coldly:

"How despicable and cruel."

"My Lord, you are absolutely right."

The leader who was prostrating himself at the feet of Evening Prayer was the former head of Xuli. He admitted without hiding anything:

"We are so cowardly and incompetent. We have exhausted all our strength and wisdom but still cannot find a way to redeem ourselves. So we can only pray and hope that there is someone who can save us. And our hope is you."

"We gave up struggling, gave up thinking, and gave up the subsequent battles. We were unwilling and afraid to face it."

"We became deserters in the last battle, seeking the heavens with insatiable greed. We are fully aware of our selfishness and meanness, but we really, really don't want to face such a terrifying enemy again."

The former head of the Xuli State choked with sobs and was silent for a while before he shouted heartbreakingly:
"But even if you become a mindless soul, we will still sing praises for you. No matter whether the final destination is destruction or rebirth, and no matter what fate you will encounter next, we will never have a trace of resentment!"

"This is my oath, it is absolutely true!"

Evening Prayer lowered his eyelids slightly, his true red eyes cast a dim and sad light, and he said slowly:

"You want me to build a kingdom in my heart and let me carry the entire civilization on my shoulders." "My Lord!"

The former head of Xuli bowed deeply and said, "I hope you will have mercy on me."

Evening Prayer's red eyes swept across everyone in the hall before he said:

"It's your decision, or..."

"It's not our dictatorship!"

The former Xuli leader immediately said: "It is the decision of everyone. My Lord, please listen to our voices."

Evening Prayer suddenly realized something. She raised her head and quickly walked out of the palace of the Crimson Throne.

"!!!"

Leaving the basement, as soon as he stepped out of the door, Evening Prayer saw a sea of ​​people.

From the huge square in front of the Crimson Throne Palace to every street outside, all available space was packed with people.

Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Ten million?

Everywhere you look, there are huge crowds of people, all prostrating themselves on the ground, quietly waiting for their Lord to arrive.

Breathtaking grandeur and aspiration.

Vesper paused for a moment, then moved forward.

The sea of ​​people automatically parted, and no one blocked Evening Prayer's way, but the mortals kneeling on both sides reached out their hands and carefully stroked Evening Prayer's white robe that was dragged to the ground, as if they could reach the sky by touching this sacred corner.

"Lord, please have mercy on me."

"My Lord."

"God, have mercy on us."

An old soldier whose limbs were replaced by artificial limbs gently stroked the hem of his evening prayer robe and raised his head to pray:
"My Lord, I have fought thirty battles with you. In order to carry out the will of God, I have long disregarded life and death. However, in the last battle, I was so frightened that I stayed where I was. I was unable to pick up a weapon again."

"Please don't let me die as a coward. I am willing to give my soul to you. I don't ask for anything from you. You can use my soul as currency as you like. But please don't let me die in such a cowardly way."

"Please, have mercy."

Vesper remained silent and continued to move forward.

A young girl kowtowed, tears streaming down her face:
"My Lord, I don't want to fall from heaven and become a walking corpse. I'm so scared. I'm really scared of suffering that kind of torture."

"Please, let my soul rest in your care and take me to heaven."

"Please have mercy."

Vesper remained silent and continued to move forward.

The ascetic who was whipping himself touched the robe of the evening prayer and cried with joy. A low roar came from his throat:
"Lord, please become a god! This is all we wish for, all we expect. Please use our souls as your ladder to the sky! Apart from this, we ask for nothing else!"

"Please have mercy!"

Vesper remained silent and continued to move forward.

"."

Evening prayer came to the end of the sea of ​​people amid endless whispers and begging. When he was about to leave the vast sea of ​​people, the gray-haired Savior stopped.

She turned around.

A line of clear tears flowed from the true red eyes and dripped down the cheeks. The bloodless lips trembled slightly, and the sound was almost uncapturable.

But she was clearly saying:
"Okay."

"I will respond to your expectations and take you to heaven."

(End of this chapter)