Chapter 1402: Chapter 88: A Wild Daughter Captured (Part 2)
Luo En did not continue to dissuade, slightly raised his hand forward, and the majestic temple transford into a low stone chamber.
Luo En shed the god’s magnificent attire, donned a simple white robe belonging to a human, sat at the head of a long table, and beckoned to the twelve around:
“Co, let’s have a al together before setting off, consider it my farewell feast for you.”
“How could we, re mortals, sit with the [Father]?”
The twelve preachers were caught off guard by the words and hastily waved their hands in refusal.
Luo En’s gaze swept over the twelve preachers and calmly said:
“I was once one of the children of n, fundantally no different from you, there is no hierarchy among us. You need not be nervous, think of this as a commonplace family banquet.”
Faced with the persistent invitation from the [God], the twelve preachers had no choice but to accept, nervously taking their seats.
Inside, the dim candlelight flickered with the wind, emanating a soft warmth.
Ariadne, Fedra, and Cassandra voluntarily took the role of maids, moving in and out of the kitchen connected to War God Mountain, bringing freshly baked bread, freshly stewed thick soup, and several simple ho-cooked dishes, one by one onto the dining table.
The aroma of food spread, bearing a simple and comforting fragrance.
The apostles’ sowhat tense emotions gradually cald down.
With Luo En’s encouragent, they let go of their awkwardness and anxiety, enjoying the dinner cooked by the God of Stove, Hestia, and engaging in cheerful conversation.
The twelve would sotis discuss their understanding of the Bible’s words, sotis share local customs and traditions, and sotis fantasize about their visions for after the mission is accomplished…
Luo En at the center listened patiently at tis, gave insights occasionally, and at tis helped the apostles with serving dishes, urging them to eat more, showing none of the aloofness of a [God], like an ordinary [Father] endeavouring to care for every “child”.
Gradually, the atmosphere ward, becoming even cordial.
The apostles looked at this [Father] not with awe, but with affection and closeness.
The belief of [God loves the world] etched into their souls and bones like iron rules.
At least, that’s how their [Father] was.
Luo En, likewise, observed the twelve at the dining table, with a gentle gaze hinting at complexity.
Just as the true developnt of Buddhism into a systematic religion and its dissemination was not solely Shakyamuni’s work, but also of Ashoka, similarly, the true founding force behind the future Christianity would not just be Jesus solo, but the twelve apostles who ca from various backgrounds, deeply versed in classics, and dedicated their lives to preaching.
The truth is simple, Shakyamuni initially created rely a scholarly discipline and personal practice thod. But what religion demands isn’t scholarship, but reverence, propagation, confusion, and unconditional belief.
As the greatest contributor to the spread of Buddhism, Ashoka’s choice carried significant utilitarian intent.
His lifeti achievents can be clearly divided into two parts; the first half was the “black Ashoka” era, mainly about solidifying his rule through struggle and defeating the Sixteen Mighty Kingdoms through military force, basically unifying most of India, establishing the Peacock Dynasty.
The second half was the “white Ashoka” era, promoting Buddhism throughout the country, fostering the prosperity of this world religion. Under Ashoka’s reign, it beca an unprecedented era of strength in Ancient Indian history, making Buddhism the state religion.
And this transformation, it’s said to have been prompted by Ashoka witnessing slaughter scenes during the conquest of Kalinga Kingdom, feeling remorse and then ceasing military expansions.
But in reality, it was because he had already conquered almost all of India’s territory, no longer needing military expansions.
Instead, the priority was to cease warfare, rally individuals against further animosity and resistance, and garner recognition for Peacock Dynasty’s rule.
Since Ashoka’s lineage ca from impoverished peasants raising peacocks, gaining recognition and governance foundations from the bloodline and order-detailing Brahmanism was unattainable.
Therefore, Buddhism, which advocated equality among all beings and abstinence from killing and violence, beca his best choice.
Buddhism thereby was tily initiated, successfully heralding the [True Dharma Era], holding Brahmanism in check for a thousand years.
In contrast, the twelve apostles selected by the [Church Court] were considerably purer.
They sought neither wealth, nor status, nor fa, solely because of the future depicted by this [Father], willing to travel mountains and rivers, journey far and wide, to spread the gospel of salvation to every corner of the world.
Hardship, danger, and death couldn’t stop their steps.
Thanks to these people, Christianity’s spread in the future would be broader than Buddhism, with more enduring vitality.
Of course, from a rational point of view, Luo En did not reject Ashoka’s relatively utilitarian actions.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left Poros by the Buddha’s side and entrusted his emblem to Poros, hinting he should pass it to his grandson Ashoka soday.
Only, he believed that the more one gives, the more one deserves to receive.
Even if his faithful do not seek it, he ought to voluntarily offer.
This is God’s rcy and God’s justice.
Luo En’s gaze flickered, and the golden Holy Grail erged from the Magic Circle Diagram, landing on the table before him.
He then slightly raised his hand, driving his five fingers into his palm.
Gold-red divine blood flowed from his fingers into the cup, forming crimson wine, its rich, intoxicating aroma diffusing.
“Take it, drink it, this is the blood I shed for you, the blood of the covenant between God and man.”
At Luo En’s sign, Ariadne, Fedra, and Cassandra stepped forward, dividing the wine into twelve portions, each served to the apostles.
Subsequently, Luo En raised his cup:
“You are about to journey far, I have no other gifts. Co, drink this cup, our blood is thicker than water, our bloodline interconnected!”
The twelve apostles promptly stood, jointly saluting this rciful [Heavenly Father], then quaffed the exquisite wine.
As the wine entered their mouths, transford into a surging warm stream, silently imprinting blessings within them.
When all twelve cups returned to the table, this farewell feast was solemnly concluded.
The apostles paid a final salute to Luo En in the hall and then hoisted their packs, embarking on their respective paths.
Luo En stood at the temple door for a long ti, until the twelve were completely out of sight, then gradually withdrew his gaze.
After slightly soothing his emotions, he glanced at the letter in his hand, instantly feeling a headache.
No doubt this was yet another troubleso matter.
Oh well, a blow sooner is better than prolonged pain.
Luo En shook his head and stepped out of the Pantheon, proceeding through the space transmission array of the neighboring Three Phases of Destiny Hall, arriving on Avalon Island during the Celtic God Era.
Yet, upon stepping onto the island, a broad and heavy longsword abruptly thrust out from the mist, aligning with his throat.
“Hey, kid, who are you? From where? Sneaking into my ho, intending what? Speak honestly!”
A muffled questioning voice erged from the rear, and anwhile, the weighty longsword drew closer to Luo En’s throat.
Luo En slightly turned his head, glancing behind him.
From the mist, a towering knight stood, clad in heavy knight armor of interwoven black and silver, accompanied by dark red undersleeves, with chest armor inscribed with fine elf script, a helt resembling a fierce dragon’s head, concealing the wearer’s appearance and aura.
Yet, such magic disguise was void to Luo En.
His gaze unobstructedly scrutinized inside the armor, capturing the knight’s countenance.
The figure possessed an appearance almost identical to Altria and Morgan — short golden hair, erald pupils — but her eyes were sharper, fiercer, with a provocative smirk at her lips, her complexion slightly pale, a small scar beneath her left eye, adding a touch of madness and defiance.
Seeing Luo En remain silent, the knight grew impatient, once again prompting:
“Hey, kid, are you deaf?”
Luo En sighed, turned to look at the knight, and earnestly spoke:
“Well, I am your father…”
The knight froze, then erupted in anger:
“Still bold? You’re dood!”
Instantly, a wild, fierce greatsword swung towards the suspect’s head.
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