PDLP Chapter 223 Blood Rain Falls from the Sky, the Divine Kingdom Falls!
Chapter 223 Blood Rain Falls from the Sky, the Divine Kingdom Falls!
now.
Abe Shōkichi stared at the crack in the sky, completely dumbfounded.
The crack stretched across the sky, from the sea level in the east to the end of the mountains in the west, like a newly opened eye, coldly looking down at the earth below.
Crimson light poured down from the crack, staining the entire night sky the color of blood.
What exactly is going on?
Abe Shōkichi's mind was buzzing.
Could this be another trick by the Great Xia? This time, they're not only absorbing the cherry blossoms' spiritual energy, but also trying to destroy the cherry blossoms' world?
He recalled the giant golden sword that stretched across the sky, the humiliation of being expelled from humanity with a single blow, and everything the Sakura Kingdom had endured these past few days.
A terrible thought surged into his mind—was that being from Great Xia finally going to exterminate the Sakura Kingdom?
Just as Abe Shōkichi was completely bewildered and couldn't figure out the reason, he suddenly saw...
In the sky, starting from that huge crack, numerous tiny cracks spread outwards in all directions.
The cracks were dense and spread out in all directions like a spider web, covering the entire sky.
One, two, a hundred, a thousand...
Click, click, click...
Abe Shōkichi seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering.
Although he knew it was an illusion.
It's impossible for such a sound to actually come from the sky.
But the sound kept echoing in his mind, one beat after another, like a hammer pounding on his heart.
He stood there, watching the cracks multiply and become denser, the entire sky resembling a piece of glass about to shatter.
Abe Shōkichi suddenly had a strange feeling—the sky was about to fall.
As soon as the thought popped into his head, he subconsciously took a step back and grabbed the door frame of the shrine.
"grown ups!"
A gasp of surprise came from his subordinates beside him.
Abe Shōkichi did not turn back.
He just stared at the sky, at the cracks, at the blood-red fissure.
then……
He felt a coolness on his face.
It felt like something had landed on my face.
It's very cold.
It's very sticky.
Abe Shōkichi raised his hand and touched it.
The moment his fingers touched his cheek, he felt a wetness.
He brought his hand to his eyes.
The fingers are red.
is blood.
Abe Shōkichi stood there, staring at the crimson stain on his finger, his mind blank.
"My lord! Blood is raining from the sky!"
The subordinate's voice trembled with fear.
Before the words were finished...
Wow!
In the sky, countless streams of blood gushed out from the cracks!
The blood didn't just drip, it poured down from the crack like a waterfall!
heavy rain.
A real downpour.
Blood-red rain.
Abe Shōkichi stood on the steps of the shrine, drenched in blood.
His hair, face, and clothes were covered in blood.
It was sticky and had a strong fishy smell.
The fishy smell assaulted his nostrils, making his stomach churn and almost causing him to vomit.
But he held back.
He stood there, motionless.
Because he saw it.
There was something else amidst the blood rain.
Remains.
A severed arm.
Countless severed limbs and broken arms.
They mingled with the blood rain, falling from the sky in countless dense clusters.
A leg fell out of the crack, tumbled a few times in the air, and then...
boom!
It crashed directly into a spot ten meters in front of Abe Shōkichi!
The earth trembled violently!
The bluestone slabs in the shrine square were smashed to pieces, with gravel flying everywhere!
A huge crater appeared in the center of the square.
That thigh was over two meters long, with dark red skin covered in fine scales and bulging muscles. Even though it was just a section of the thigh, it exuded a chilling sense of power.
Abe Shōkichi stared at the thigh, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
This……
Is it the same wreckage found at the crash site before?
He stood there, trembling all over.
It's not because of the cold.
It's because of fear.
It was because of an uncontrollable fear that welled up from the very core of one's being.
Blood rain continued to fall from the sky.
The severed limbs were still falling.
An arm slammed into the roof of the shrine, causing a large section of it to collapse.
A section of the torso fell into the woods behind the shrine, smashing and breaking more than a dozen large trees.
A head tumbled and fell from the sky, finally landing on a distant hillside with a loud bang, creating a huge crater.
Abe Shōkichi stood there, watching all of this, his mind completely frozen.
……
The unusual phenomenon in Japan has drawn worldwide attention.
No one expected that at the moment when the Great Xia was experiencing abnormal phenomena, the Sakura Kingdom would also make such a big commotion.
Europa, headquarters of the Church of Holy Light.
The Pope was sitting in the conference hall, discussing the spiritual energy vortex in Great Xia with several cardinals.
"According to the latest data, the vortex's diameter has exceeded 12,000 miles," a cardinal said gravely, pointing to the data on the screen. "And it's still expanding."
The Pope nodded, about to speak.
The door to the conference hall was suddenly pushed open, and a servant strode in, his face deathly pale.
"Your Majesty! Something has happened in the Land of Sakura!"
The Pope frowned.
"What is it?"
The servant took a deep breath, his voice trembling.
"Huge cracks have appeared in the sky above the land of cherry blossoms..."
"A large amount of blood and dismembered limbs gushed out of the crack, possibly... possibly the corpse of a god."
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The conference room fell into a deathly silence.
The Pope suddenly stood up and stared at the attendant.
"What did you say?"
The servant swallowed hard and handed over the tablet computer.
"Your Majesty, this is footage taken by satellite."
The Pope took the tablet and looked down at it.
In the scene, a huge crack stretches across the sky above the land of cherry blossoms. The crack is red, like a huge wound from which crimson blood is gushing out.
The blood contained countless severed limbs and broken pieces.
The severed limbs were astonishingly large, with the smallest being two or three times the size of a normal person. Some were covered in scales, some gleamed with a metallic sheen, and some were still trembling slightly, as if some kind of power remained.
The Pope stared at the images, completely stunned.
In all his years of life, he had never seen such a bizarre sight.
"What...what is this?" His voice was a little dry.
The cardinals nearby also came over to look, and their faces turned pale.
"Those severed limbs...could they be...?"
"The gods of the land of cherry blossoms?"
The murmurs rose and fell, each one filled with barely suppressed terror.
Just then.
An aged voice rang out.
"His Majesty."
The Pope looked up at the doorway.
St. Ambrose had somehow arrived in the conference hall.
At this moment, his face wore an expression that the Pope had never seen before.
That was solemn.
It was shocking.
"Saint Ambrose!" The Pope hurried forward to greet him. "What brings you here?"
St. Ambrose did not answer.
He walked to the conference table, looked at the images transmitted back by the satellite, and stared at them for a long time.
Then, he slowly began to speak.
"Your Majesty, the strange phenomenon in the Sakura Kingdom this time is similar to the Oasis Incident in Great Xia, but it is more serious."
Saint Ambrose raised his head and looked at the Pope, his gaze deep.
"It is very likely that the divine kingdom has fallen."
The Pope's pupils contracted sharply.
The divine kingdom has fallen?!
"We do not know the specific reason at present."
Saint Ambrose continued, "But the situation is definitely not good for the gods of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom."
The Pope stared at the still-gushing blood and severed limbs on the screen.
"It's more than just bad..."
he murmured.
"This is utterly devastating."
Everyone in the conference room fell silent.
As they watched the images on the screen, at the constantly falling limbs, an indescribable fear welled up inside them.
Has the divine kingdom of the Cherry Blossom Country fallen?
What about their Lord's heaven?
What about the angels in heaven?
Where is God?
Are they... alright?
No one dared to think about it, yet no one could help but think about it.
The Pope looked at Saint Ambrose, wanting an answer.
But St. Ambrose shook his head and did not answer.
He stood there, staring at the huge crack on the screen, and remained silent for a long time.
Then he turned around and looked at the Pope.
A certain light was gleaming in those cloudy eyes at that moment.
That's not fear.
It's not confusion.
It is steadfastness.
"His Majesty."
He spoke, his voice steady.
"Get ready."
The Pope was taken aback.
"What are you preparing?"
St. Ambrose looked at him and said, word by word:
"The Lord's messenger will come soon."
The Pope's breath caught in his throat.
The messenger of the Lord.
Angel.
Is it about to happen?
"Saint Ambrose, you mean..." His voice trembled slightly.
St. Ambrose nodded.
"I can already feel that the heavens are awakening."
"The third wave of spiritual tides may very well be breaking out soon."
He paused, then looked out the window.
Outside the window, a faint ray of light flickered in the eastern sky.
That's the direction of the Great Xia.
That's the direction of the spiritual energy vortex.
"The strange phenomena of Great Xia, the fall of the divine kingdom of the Cherry Blossom Country..." Saint Ambrose murmured, "All of this is some kind of omen."
"A new era is about to begin."
"And in this new era, the Holy Light will continue to shine upon us."
He turned around and looked at the Pope and the cardinals.
"Prepare to receive the Lord's messenger."
"They will come soon."
The Pope and his entourage were so excited that they trembled all over.
An angel descended.
The Lord's messenger is coming!
How long have they been waiting for this moment?
This is the moment they've been waiting for for so long.
Now, it's finally here!
"Yes!" The Pope bowed deeply. "We will certainly be prepared!"
St. Ambrose nodded.
He didn't say anything more, but turned around and slowly walked out of the conference hall.
The Pope stood there, watching his retreating figure, when a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside him.
What St. Ambrose just said sounded like he was giving them confidence.
But he always felt...
St. Ambrose himself did not seem as resolute as he appeared.
The Pope shook his head, banishing the absurd idea from his mind.
Saints are the Lord's most devout lambs, how could they not be steadfast? How could they not be steadfast?!
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