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Whether it's the Crown of Thorns, the Holy Nail, or even Longinus and the Cross...

These so-called sacred relics have never been products representing the inviolability of the Holy Son, have they?

Each relic, its very existence testifies to the vile violation and persecution of the Son by humankind; it is itself the embodiment of suffering, and precisely because of this…

The religion that worships them implies unwavering loyalty, a highly blasphemous and malicious ideology.

Suffering is a miracle

Perhaps this is the relationship between Anderson and the members of the Church of Jesus Christ.

Because the principles they practice are so distorted, they worship the instruments of suffering endured by saints in a distorted way because of the miracles they worship, thus believing that only suffering is qualified to create miracles.

But such beliefs and ideas are undoubtedly incompatible with Jesus Christ!

He acted out of kindness and salvation, but a religion that glorified suffering made him instinctively feel disgusted!

A doctrine that shouts that suffering is the only truth is more cruel and excessive than any other religion in this world!

This is a mistake, and mistakes must be corrected!

This was the thought in Jesus Christ's mind when he felt anger for the first time after regaining consciousness, and his actions were consistent with this anger.

The Lord is angry!

"Two hundred and fifty thousand bolts of power - Heavenly Father's Creation Palm!"

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25. The Lord does not praise suffering.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand bolts of power - Heavenly Father's Creation Palm!"

Countless swords and cannons unleashed from Jesus Christ's hands rained down on the massive, ancient city of thorns... This alienated world was constantly being destroyed and writhing under the terrifying torrent of energy!

And Anderson, who had been completely transformed into a monster, was reduced to nothingness under the focused bombardment!

Is this the end?

No, that's impossible. The relics that bear witness to the suffering of the Holy Son cannot end so easily.

The Son of God saved humanity out of kindness, and bore the sins of humanity out of greatness. His relics are proof of his suffering and symbols of his miracles. Therefore—

Suffering is a miracle!

With each blast of attacks, the writhing sea of ​​thorns wove together at an even faster pace, creating more and more of them, and from within the writhing forest of thorns, one twisted monster after another was created.

They wore thorny iron masks that covered their entire heads like the Iron Maiden's torture instruments, their bodies were completely covered and entangled in thorns, and they held a huge sword in their hands... but the hilt of the sword had turned into countless thorns that were deeply embedded in their blood vessels!

Fresh blood dripped from the ruptured blood vessels, and painful cries emanated from the twisted thorn soldiers. The sounds of pain and will intertwined to form a terrifying ocean that assaulted everything before them!

They are the voices of countless believers praising the Lord's suffering for thousands of years; they are the suffering of faith, the source of strength for this ancient city of thorns.

Their existence creates suffering, and suffering perpetuates the power of this ancient city. Suffering inspires miracles, and miracles create suffering; this altered reality creates such a distorted set of rules.

The followers of Jesus Christ wore expressions of immense anguish... but a holy light spared them from the reality of being entangled by this painful force.

"Go back."

His voice remained calm, as if facing countless pains couldn't even make this man furrow his brow.

But everyone could sense the anger contained in that voice!

Kotomine Riki staggered to his feet, leading his brothers to obey their lord's command without hesitation.

Only Kirei Kotomine, a man who followed the Lord all the way and always had a sorrowful expression, revealed a joy that was incomprehensible to ordinary people when faced with the torment.

Although this twisted feeling only lasted for a moment before he followed his father into the distance... he had already etched that feeling into his heart forever.

Although it lasted only a moment, Kirei Kotomine was certain that what vanished in an instant was a sweet drop of pleasure...

"Suffering is suffering; it will never be a miracle."

Jesus Christ spoke in a low voice, for the first time he spoke, the first time he truly uttered his own voice like a human being.

But it wasn't compassionate; instead, it was filled with anger, a suppressed anger that revealed no emotion within...

"Suffering should not be glorified, nor is it worthy of glorification; it is the cruelest and most evil act in the world. Suffering does not induce miracles, nor does it bring sweetness, and it certainly does not induce miracles in despair!"

"Sacrifice and contribution should never be done in obscurity, much less taken for granted! You should not praise him, but rather show him compassion and offer help! Not praise, and certainly not emulate him!!"

Jesus Christ could sense that beneath the countless thorns, amidst the voices of countless foolish believers singing praises of the Son's suffering, he heard the true lament.

He heard the cries of Saint Elena, who had been imprisoned by four kings and had her limbs nailed through.

He heard the agonizing moans of Jesus Christ as he was betrayed by Judas and nailed to the cross, the cross piercing his lower abdomen.

What he heard were the cries of those truly tormented by this instrument of torture, groaning in agony.

But now, these people are singing praises of suffering, extolling the Lord's pain, and believing that the suffering of saints is only natural and worthy of emulation!

They still uphold this principle, advocating asceticism, praising suffering, and bearing pain.

Mouth... Mouth...

Jesus Christ's hands were trembling, not from fear, but from an uncontrollable surge of rage!

How could they do such a thing? How could they proclaim such twisted and heretical doctrines! How could they commit such an atrocity, worse than that of the devil?!

Damn it, seriously fucking mad!!

"Forty-two Hundred Thousand Horsepower - Heavenly Father's Creation Fist!"

"Create light! Create the heavens! Create the seas! Create stars!"

Four punches in a row, all delivered with full force, because there was no doubt that at this moment—

Jesus was enraged!

When the endless thorns engulfed the sea, but the miracle reappeared in the world, the believers, whose faith had been shaken and was on the verge of collapse, erupted in cheers like a landslide and a tsunami after a brief moment of astonishment!

A miracle has occurred! A miracle from the Lord has occurred!

This proves they are right, their faith is the true faith... and their enemies are nothing but heretics who blaspheme God's grace!

For believers, what could be more inspiring than this?

Born for faith, die for faith; warriors who use faith as their weapon have only a fervent path.

Having regained their faith and confidence, the believers once again charged forward towards the place of miracles...

They want to wash away the shame of their wavering faith with the blood of infidels.

kill!kill!kill!

For the Lord, for their faith, and for what they uphold—which must be the correct and righteous faith!

Heretics must die!

However, as they approached the ancient city of thorns, they gradually came to a stop.

because……

"Hahaha……"

Hiel gasped for breath, feeling the excruciating pain within his body—a pain he couldn't expel, whose origin he didn't know, and which he simply couldn't stop—as the burial agency of the Seventh Holy Scripture inhabited.

Sweat dripped from her long, blue, ear-length hair, and the torment of pain continued to spread from her body and mind—it was as if she had returned to that nightmarish night once again!

With his hands stained with the blood of his parents, the soul of the reincarnated serpent awakens within him, uncontrollably slaughtering everyone he once knew in the village until he is stopped by the Holy Church.

Then came the repeated executions, the repeated attempts to kill oneself but failing.

Ultimately, Hiel, who had suffered so much without relief, became a member of the Burial Agency.

This is her story—a painful one, a story of enduring mental and physical suffering yet remaining steadfast, and ultimately achieving her current status and power!

It's very inspiring and perfectly aligns with the Church's mission to praise miracles of suffering... However, Hier would never like anyone praising this suffering!

What may be inspiring to others is like an old wound to those who have suffered. Every time it is brought up, it is like tearing open the wound and ravaging it in excruciating pain.

She was furious and wanted to ignite that fury, but she found that she could only feel suffering, but could not ignite any anger.

She didn't even have the strength to move.

Thorns, endless thorns, stretched and grew within his body...

The intense physical and mental pain nourishes the rampaging, crimson thorns within the body.

They feed on their own suffering, watering and nourishing the miracle of pain with their own blood. Consciousness and thought are gradually replaced by ever-increasing suffering, and in the end…

Even the soul is filled with suffering, and the body is just an empty shell dominated by endless suffering.

What kind of extremely evil magic trick is this?

Hier raised her head with difficulty, but she was clearly not the only one affected. All the agents of the Holy Church, all the holy warriors who had gathered together with the mission of expelling heretics, were suffering from this unbearable pain!

The body of the Grand Master of the Inquisition was now encased in protruding thorny castings...

The traitors of the Thirteenth Division have been transformed into terrifying monsters by those countless thorns, and everyone is constantly undergoing transformation according to their own pain.

"This is... the miracle you worship."

A deep voice sounded from ahead. Hiel turned his head with difficulty. It was Kotomine Risei, who had become a heretic. Thorns were gradually growing on his body, but more slowly than anyone else's...

He looked sadly at Hier and all those who were gradually being swallowed by thorns, and said in a low voice...

"You worship suffering, you worship miracles, and you place instruments of torture representing the suffering of saints on high platforms. Do you worship the divine itself, or the power that can harm the divine?"

It was incredibly blasphemous, but it was like a joke, a joke that no religious person could laugh at.

"We hold the cross to commemorate the Lord who suffered in our place. But it is always the instrument of the Lord's suffering, a symbol of suffering."

Kirei Kotomine said in a low voice, seemingly unaffected by the thorns; these painful things hadn't grown on his body at all...

Instead, his eyes gleamed with a strange, indescribable emotion, a covetous look at every suffering person there, as he spoke in an enigmatic tone…

"It's like if Kennedy were resurrected and saw people everywhere holding the guns that killed him to commemorate themselves, what would he think?"

We hold onto the cross because of the Lord above it, not because of the cross itself!

Hierle wanted to refute it, and she believed that there were countless eloquent priests in the church who could refute such blasphemous words.

After all, this is what they do after graduating from seminary.

But Hier could not refute it; these thorns that absorbed suffering had taken away every bit of her strength. Her hands, her feet, her body—everything was being taken away by the thorns.

Even the immortality left behind by the serpent that turned around was easily stripped away in the face of the miracle thorns that represented the suffering of the Lord.

Perhaps they are right.

Praising suffering is a grave mistake. Suffering is never worthy of praise. Those who constantly recount the Lord's pain and offer up instruments of torture that caused the Lord's suffering are the ones who are truly ignorant.

Consciousness was gradually fading, and the enormous ancient city of thorns was becoming increasingly exaggerated.

It is constantly absorbing the power of suffering, nurturing puppets from suffering, and expanding from the suffering of puppets.

A perfect closed loop is a miracle that all Catholics long to see, isn't it?

The thought that Hierle didn't want to die was conveyed through his gradually closing eyes.

She didn't want to die like this. She hadn't completely killed the Revolving Serpent yet. She was still young. She... didn't want to die like this.

She began to pray to the Lord, and perhaps that was her last prayer...

Light burst forth from that incredibly fortified city of thorns.

It first shot out from a rift, then more gaps appeared, and then in the next second, a roaring roar echoed across the entire sea.

"Forty-five hundred thousand bolts of power—God's Judgment!"

boom!

The impenetrable, space-tearing, reality-altering city of thorns was torn apart and burned by a terrifying force that exploded from within. Then, before everyone's eyes, a figure stepped on endless ashes and landed on the water's surface.

Jesus Christ is still Him, and He has still triumphed!

But this time, something seemed different about him. As Hierle tried to make out what was happening, she discovered that Jesus Christ now had a crown of thorns on his head.

A bright green, spiked headband adorned his head. It was crude, far less attractive than the "Crown of Thorns" in the Notre Dame collection.

But... it was more sacred than any magnificent jewel or crown.

A drop of scarlet blood seeped from the skin pierced by the crown of thorns, slowly rolling down the bridge of Jesus Christ's nose, and with this drop of blood... everyone immediately felt the burden and excruciating pain on their bodies vanish without a trace.

Even the thorns that had been wrapped around its body were slowly receding.