In front of the magnificent Cathedral of Orora, there has been no such sacred religious judgment for a long time.
The white marble square was crowded with people, and every breath seemed to be under great pressure. The believers pushed, wanting to see the supreme glory of the Master of the Red Cult.
"The "God of Light" says that the Creator of Light created the Kingdom of Heaven. Human beings should have lived in the Kingdom of Heaven without worries, but because of desire, they opened the original sin demon box and fell into the demon box. Only by completing self-salvation through selfless dedication can they return to heaven."
The head of the Red Cult showed mercy and looked at Pernivens on the stolen rack.
That is mercy for the fool, as if looking at an ignorant child.
"Duke Pernivens, your "Heliocentric" believes that the sun is the center of the universe, the star curtain world is a huge spherical celestial body, and countless celestial bodies similar to the star curtain world are circling around the sun, which goes against the "God of Light". Given your hereditary Duke and noble status, you can now complete the final self-salvation by modifying the heresy concepts involving blasphemy of the God of Light in the book."
On the cross, Pernivens' heart was extremely calm at this moment.
He looked at the trial jury of the Religious Court, at the Pope of Light who was looking high above him, at the endless holy light on the top of the Cathedral of Light of Orora, and the scholars of the major academies who were hiding in the crowd.
He could make compromises and continue his throne as a condition to modify the natural research in the book that violated the "Great Festival of Light" or make an attempt to make scholars hidden in the crowd fight for themselves.
But when he saw the endless angry eyes of believers in the square, he was looking at the heretics' indifference, and he knew his choice.
Pernivens knew that if he resisted, the "Hisoccentric Theory" would be the eternal heretic theory in their hearts. The time for ignorant beliefs to rule human thoughts will be longer, and truth will be more difficult to break through the heavy night, bringing the glory of wisdom, reason, and civilization.
Pernivens slowly turned his head and looked at the twelve red-clothed sect leaders on the platform.
In their eyes, Pernivens seemed to see the compassion for himself, and the "Hisoccentric Theory" he had persisted in throughout his life. In their eyes, it was just the whimsical of the ignorant.
There must be a martyr in this world who shouts rationally and dies to uphold the truth!
"The universe and starry sky, there is no light kingdom!"
Pernivens roared and looked at the people in the square who were overwhelmed by anger and hatred because of his words.
"Damn betrayer, he is still insisting on his heresy academics and burning him to death!"
"May the Lord be merciful to this lost Lamb..."
"It's ridiculous. He said that the Star Screen World is a huge sphere? If that's the case, why didn't we fall down? Hahahaha!"
"He actually said that without heaven, I will never allow him to defile the sacredness of the great Creator of Light, the dirty and stupid guy, all the existences that blasphemed the God of Light are heresy and will be burned to death!"
Some people picked up the stones and threw them hard at the stolen rack to vent their anger.
Sporadic scholars were so insignificant in the crowd, looking at the endless believers of light around them, looking at the pioneers who were suffering the rage of believers at the stake, leaving tears of unwillingness.
However, Pernivens just took everything calmly, looked at the sky covered by holy light, and let out a touching roar.
"The laws of truth can never be extinguished by violence, and the laws of order between the universe and the celestial bodies cannot be changed even if the so-called Creator of the Light God!"
The twelve red-clothed sects showed disappointment.
This ignorant poor worm is no longer worth saving, and his soul will fall into hell and be tortured forever.
However!
Just then!
Accompanied by the sacred light at the top of the Church of Orora, the wrath of the Creator of the Light. Amid the tears of many believers shouting "miracles", the Pope, who was originally calm and composed, stood up in horror, and a touch of magnificent divine power dropped from the sky, submerging Pernivens on the stolen rack.
Pernivens looked up at the magnificent force in the sky that was not worldly, smiled calmly, and faced death directly.
"You will be angry, you will be afraid. After all, you are just a higher creature, just a living body that claims to be a God of Light, not the omnipotent Creator."
The blazing light and divine fire completely submerged Pernivens.
Countless believers crawled down and bowed down, and burst into tears for the time they could witness the miracle of light in their lifetime. They vowed to eradicate every heresy, firmly uphold light and justice, and remain unswerving until death.
Even scholars who are mingled with believers can only succumb to the divine power and kneel down unwillingly.
At this moment, the imperial power surrendered to the divine power, and natural science defeated theology of light.
However.
Among the crowd, some rational people who were loyal believers of the God of Light were shocked by the God of Light when they witnessed the coming of the world of the God of Light, and looked at the Pernivens who was burned to death by the God of Light and was ready to die for the sake of upholding the truth, and were also shaken by the belief in Light that they insisted on.
Why can't the great God of Light pity this fool?
...
Hundreds of years later.
Principality of Gran, small town of Agate Lake.
"I know your mood very well."
The pastor's eyes showed day after day of kindness, and his right hand was moist and delicate, patting the boy's shoulders to show comfort.
"Although you have the power of prayer and prove your devout faith in the Lord, Mr. Bob voluntarily gave one hundred gold coins in order to support the church's expedition heresy, and he has obtained the missionary quota in advance through selfless dedication. You can only wait for next year."
Forty years have passed since the nightfall of the last Crusade of Light. The legendary new pope, who is about to take office, can't wait to wash away the shame of the previous failure of the expedition.
Lei Luo raised his head and looked at the priest with reluctance.
"You said the same thing when the quota of last year was taken away by the uncle of Lars' arbitrator!"
The pastor's eyes were still so compassionate.
"One hundred gold coins are enough for the church to cultivate several outstanding knights of light, and perhaps another arbitrator can be born. You give up your own quota, which is also a kind of self-sacrifice and dedication, and complete a self-salvation."
"But!"
Although Lei Luo looks thin and weak, he is a seventeen-year-old boy with a strong blood and blood, full of reluctance.
"They have no power of prayer and cannot preach the greatness of the Lord at all! And my mother, because of her devout faith in the Lord, chose to sacrifice herself when she was ill in childbirth seventeen years ago. On the first day of my life, I took my original sin and tried to atone for myself! My father is the most devout believer in the town. His greatest wish is to hope that I can become a missionary, go to remote and barren lands, and preach the greatness of the Lord. Now he is seriously ill in bed. Only when I become a clergy can I ask for the mercy of the God of Light..."
"Enough!"
The pastor said angrily: "Your eyes are full of anger and jealousy, and you have not understood the true meaning of self-sacrifice and salvation! You just think of your small family, and you have not thought about the thousands of believers who have been persecuted by heresy. When will you understand the Lord's selfless dedication? Come over!"
Chapter completed!