These all belong to the “earthly city,” and the visible church is also defined as the “earthly city.”
Augustine didn't know why Avia, who had not been baptized, said such words, but at this moment, his only thought was -
Are there any more?
The black-haired man's expression fully revealed his inner thoughts, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired young man.
"...Augustine, do you think this world is beautiful?"
The question was so nonsensical that the man couldn't help but look confused.
"What does this mean?"
"Do you think humans are beautiful? Gentle? Good?"
Augustine did not answer.
Avia looked at him and smiled.
"I understand...what you think is unlikely, right?"
People are fickle and it is impossible for them to remain unchanged forever. Avia knows this very well.
Even if the City of God promoted in the future defines the physical church as the "city on earth", those who will be in power in the church will definitely make the church the representative of the "City of God". Then the church will theoretically have the highest authority over people. This is inevitable, as people's desires will always become higher and higher.
However, the silver-haired young man's thoughts remained the same as they were that day. As long as he could stick to the most basic bottom line, as long as this did not change, it would be enough.
That is why some things can only be done by others——
"Augustine, I have only completed the beginning of this topic. Can you understand and complete all the rest, and let the world know the meaning of doing good again?"
Avia paused and continued.
"please."
Hearing his extremely confident words, Augustine was a little stunned and bit his lip.
If he is a believer, he should not have any connection with the dead disciples. If he is not a believer, why do he have such a high understanding?
Augustine suddenly couldn't understand Avia.
But at this moment, the black-haired man seemed to have returned to the day when he heard the holy words in Alexandria. In front of his sight was the square in the center of Alexandria, and a figure whose appearance gradually overlapped with that man's.
"You are, no, I..." Augustine nodded suddenly, "I understand, I will complete... the assignment you gave me."
"No." Avia shook her head and said with a smile, "Augustine, this should be your topic, so I want to thank you for accepting it."
Avia's words were a little strange, but Augustine didn't care too much. He just asked nervously for the first time.
"Do we really want to destroy the church?"
"The Church must be destroyed anyway,"
The original meaning of this sentence in Avia was "Carthage must be destroyed". It came from Cato, a politician of the Roman Republic. After the Second Punic War, Cato believed that Carthage might become a threat to the Roman Republic in the future and strongly advocated the destruction of Carthage. Therefore, in any speech in the Senate, he would add the sentence "Carthage must be destroyed" at the end.
"Really...you won't regret it?"
"I used to have some regrets, thinking that it would have been better if I had done this or that. However, there were also other things that made me feel that 'it's a good thing I did that'. I don't think about the past from the perspective of gains and losses, but when I had warm and kind thoughts in my heart and actually took action, I felt that it was a good thing that I did it at the time."
The silver-haired young man turned his head and looked at the dark sky.
“But now it’s gone.”
Countless tears of light, the strings of the night that draw traces, and the rare meteor showers that streak across the sky, leaving behind quiet and deep tails of light.
126: I knew nothing about him (Please refresh)
In the deep blue sky, several eagles spread their wings and fly high across the horizon.
In Eastern Europe, where every inch of land is bathed in warm light, the scattered Hun tribes are unifying at an astonishing speed.
With Attila's unparalleled command and combat capabilities, plus the hundreds of people led by Ji Jun Altluki and a three-headed dragon, he is basically unmatched in Eastern Europe.
Since Attila returned from Western Rome, Luca handed over the right of command and management, that is, the king's power, to her, and he became the elder again.
After all, it was by interpreting the inherited murals that Luca found Attila and raised him. In his heart, only this destined "God of War" could bring glory to the Huns, and he also treated him as a child...
So when the white-haired girl had a friend when she was young, the old man was very happy. What's more, he found her on the way to find her, so he naturally thought that this was God's will.
On the day when Avia dealt with the giant Grendel, in Eastern Europe, Attila once again personally led his army to defeat other tribal armies.
Once a vast grassland woven from squares of green earth——
Now all we can see is red blood, red fire, and the ravages of war.
Looking from afar, the sun was trembling in the smoke and dust, as if it was afraid. Looking closer, the earth was groaning under the horses, as if it was mourning.
The leader of this army seemed to have the ruthless nature of a killer who was hostile to the human world.
Without hesitation, without wavering.
Kill everything.
That’s right, this white-haired girl leading the troops on horseback is probably no different from the devil in hell under the setting sun.
Seeing this, Artluqi recalled something. The shadow of the past when she worked for Zhu Yue kept appearing and flashing before her eyes. The phantom overlapped with the cruelty of reality. Inadvertently, she saw a crow. The crow leaned down and pecked an eyeball on the face of an unknown human corpse. The dead person had no reaction and was only silent.
"Fu, Fu."
“This kind of scene is normal.”
Although most people would be traumatized by this sight, unfortunately, Artluchi felt nothing.
After all, we dead apostles are just monsters in human form, the black-haired girl thought as she looked at Attila in front of her.
She was used to seeing the death of both Dead Apostles and humans.
Even the great battle in Millennium City and what he saw and heard after he left, whether it was the broken and fallen head or the tragic sight of losing half of his face, he was used to it. These were just common occurrences.
In a war, one side simply trampled on this road to attack, because if they didn't attack, everyone here would die. In order to save their lives, they trampled on the people standing in the way... This is the case in name, but the essence is to survive for their own or others' interests and more resources.
In order to survive, he trampled on others, trampled on those who were slowly dying, and also trampled on those who were still alive. He walked past the slowly dying people, trampling on their blood and corpses and survived.
......Maybe there is nothing we can do about it.
There is no war without death. Throughout history, there is no country where people have not made sacrifices.
To survive is to stand on the dead bodies of others.
To survive is to constantly sacrifice certain things.
In other words, whether it's a human, a Dead Apostle, or a Phantasma, the essence of everyone's desires is the same.
As for this girl named Attila, Ji Jun felt a sense of 'disgust' she had never felt before, as if she was instinctively rejecting her, as if she might be killed by her at any time... She dared to guarantee that this instinctive feeling would occur naturally in both humans and other creatures.
However, the Huns here respected and loved her immensely. Was it simply because Attila, as the king of the Huns, would continue to fight for the prosperity of his own people?
Even if this kind of innate instinct is suppressed, it will still pop up in the heart at any time, and then bad things may happen...
However, as the ruler of blood and contract, Arteluch could feel that the Huns' respect and love for Attila suppressed their disgust... Arteluch could not understand why this was so. Even though the Huns respected force, it should not be the case for all of them.
"Alterucci, you are not hurt, are you?"
While thinking, the white-haired girl spoke to Ji Jun in a cold and thorough manner.
Artluci stroked Fu Fu on her shoulder and shook her head.
She didn't understand why the white-haired girl always asked this question. After all, she had introduced herself when they first met. She was a Dead Apostle who was hostile to humans, and it was extremely rare for her to be injured.
"that would be great."
To the surprise of the black-haired girl, Attila laughed this time. He should have remained silent after answering like this before.
She was silent for a moment, because that was exactly the case.
She heard the girl's words from the bottom of her heart:
"You were brought here by Avia. That guy must hope that you and your companions would not get hurt, even though you are not human, but just Dead Apostles."
.......Do humans really worry about the safety of the Dead Apostles? After all, this is a conflict that will never end, and there is no obligation for them to do so.
Altluchi fell silent because she was confused.
"Just like the contract Avia signed with you, please treat this place as your home. In fact, this will indeed become your home. We all welcome you very much. No matter what, it is the same for us."
The white-haired girl's smile was extremely sincere.
It's like a young child, giving people this feeling when he laughs, but, is this showing off?
Altluchi felt that she would feel much better when Attila called out Avia's name.
why?
Ji Jun had a strong doubt at this moment.
Why was that human being like this? Why could Attila, who was easily disliked by others, have such hope?
She couldn't think of an answer.
Artluki didn't know Attila well enough, so she could only get clues for speculation from Avia, who she was more familiar with.
From the first time they met in the British Isles several years ago until they parted a few months later, the black-haired girl didn't know why he wanted to destroy the church, why he let Bei Zhe go in Britain at that time, what he thought, what he lamented, what he regretted, what was his wish to fight to the end, and what was his wish to destroy this behemoth of the church?
Altluchi had never thought of asking before, let alone understanding.
I just knew that he smelled nice, but I never tried to understand this person.
Ji Jun finally discovered it.
It turned out that he knew nothing about him - the first human named Avia who signed a contract with him.
127: I haven’t boarded the ship yet!
"Come and play next time. It's only been a short time. How about staying a few more days? I haven't treated you well yet. Let's go to the top of the iceberg. The scenery there is amazing."
In the southern port of the Scandinavian island, the sea breeze blows for what seems like an eternity.
When it is gentle, it is like a lover's whisper, blowing across your cheeks, bringing a fresh breath of ocean; when it is violent, it is like a violent beast, rolling up layers of huge waves, hitting the rocks on the shore, making a deafening roar.
Meanwhile, Beowulf, still shirtless, stretched out his arms to embrace Avia and Siegfried on both sides, and spoke loudly and cheerfully.
"King Beowulf, you don't have to do this.... This is not nice."
Augustine on the side spoke calmly.
"You are a troublesome missionary in the church. What's good or bad? Avia and Siegfried have no objection. Why do you care so much?" Beowulf still put his arms around the two of them, smiling. "You, you should have gone back to continue your missionary work after those days, but you stayed until now. As a result, I didn't have the opportunity to drink with Avia, and I could only go to Siegfried. How are you going to compensate me?"
"No, King Beowulf, what you said is totally illogical, and the church rules prohibit drinking alcohol—"
"Avia is not from your church, why can't he drink?"
"this........."
Augustine, who was eloquent, didn't know how to answer for a moment and could only show a subtle expression.
No matter how smart a person is, when his brain stops working, his tongue will become stuck.
The black-haired man didn't know how to describe Avia. Is she really that person? Is she really not that person?
He really didn't know. The answer to this question should wait until we return to the Eastern Roman Empire and let the current Bishop of Constantinople, Jerome, contact Lord Kobek, who is still hiding in the Great Labyrinth. Then everything will be clear.
But in any case, Augustine was full of gratitude for the lesson left by Avia.
"Well, it's almost time. We really should leave. Goodbye, Beowulf."
As Avia's voice sounded, the blond man nodded deeply.
"Then you must come and visit us someday. After all, you are a great hero of our Scandinavian island. How about I introduce you to some of the outstanding women here?"
"Let's forget about that." Avia replied with a smile, "But it's not just me, Beowulf, Siegfried, we all participated in destroying the monster, we are all heroes...Okay, we really have to go."
After saying that, Avia and Siegfried boarded a small boat.
As soon as you get on board, you can feel the sea breeze carrying the salty and humid smell of sea water and a barely perceptible fishy smell. This is the unique smell of the ocean, which makes people instantly feel the vastness and depth of the sea. It sometimes brushes the tips of your hair, and sometimes whizzes past, taking away the boredom in people's hearts and bringing endless reverie.
"Hey!" Beowulf waved his hand, "Siegfried! Don't come next time. You are a terrible drinker. Wait until you can drink more than me before coming. Otherwise, you will have to continue fighting naked with me in the snow!"
"........."
It was obvious that Siegfried was a little overwhelmed by Beowulf's enthusiasm.
