The church itself is a building with a very complex internal terrain, but thanks to the fact that most of the forks here are blocked by tables, chairs, benches or other debris, plus Shade is almost certain that Joey Barton and Iluna are
Where they were going, so even though he didn't see any trace of them, he still moved forward with a clear goal.
There are more ritual traces inside the church than when we last came. Even without a light source, it was enough to turn the corridor into gold. Most people are now fending off the undead, so Shade did not see any other ring warlocks as he went deep, but his ears
But the sound of loud hymns echoed all the time.
The hymns of the Church of Nature tend to be folk songs. In the chorus, people can even close their eyes and see the vast grasslands under the sun and the lush dense forests in summer.
Shade didn't know what the singing at this time meant, but judging from the inside, the sealing ceremony was undoubtedly about to be completed.
The more you walked inward, the more you felt that the corridor was skewed. The concept of death distorted the space, making the corridor distorted to a certain extent in the four directions of up, down, left, and right. As the ritual traces became more dense, Shade finally saw the front.
Across the corridor, the silver metal wire like spider silk was broken by the impact, which showed that he was not going in the wrong direction.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me, and turned around to see a middle-aged man wearing square glasses and holding a sword in his hand, walking towards the ground as if flying. He looked older than Dr. Schneider.
, close to the boundary between middle age and old age, and the golden aura that permeates his body represents how many magical rituals he has been enhanced by.
Shade recognized him. He was Mr. Lacon Matisse, the local twelve-circle warlock of the Church of the Sun. Apart from the thirteen-circle warlock of the Natural Church who was originally stationed in this diocese, he was the strongest ring warlock in this diocese.
"No need to explain, I know they're coming in. Let's go quickly."
Although the gentleman didn't speak much, he acted very quickly, so the two of them continued to move forward together. Passing through the dense silver threads, and pushing aside the metal charms that swayed above their heads to make the sound of wind chimes, the already thin white mist in the church became thicker and thicker.
It is getting lighter, but at the same time, the air is getting colder and colder. All the objects around it from the real world, and even the golden miraculous aura itself, are slowly fading.
When they turned into the final corridor, all the candlelight on the ground turned into a deep blue-black color, and the walls seemed to have experienced thousands of years of baptism. But at least it was better than the last time they came, because the stains on the walls
The carvings of the divine ritual are still shining tenaciously.
The white mist completely receded here, and every time Mr. Schade and Lacan Matisse breathed out white mist. No one of them spoke, and they came to the end of the corridor in silence.
It was a square entrance connected to the ground, and from that entrance, black wind was gradually blowing out.
An old man wearing a white robe was unconscious on the side of the entrance. This should be the high-level magician sent to help by the "Apna Library", the magician organization mentioned by Iluna. Mr. Matisse checked and confirmed that he
After falling into a coma, he used the long sword in his hand to draw a circle around the old man.
Golden traces of light appear in the circle notches, resisting the black wind blowing from the side. This is the unique magic of the Church of the Sun.
"The road below leads to the most real death. I am going to determine what happened. Do you want to come with me?"
After doing this, Mr. Mattis asked Shade, who of course nodded. However, once he entered the passage below, his "divine afterglow" state would become apparent.
Looking at the kerosene lamp hanging on his waist, Shade had an idea. He motioned for himself to go ahead, lifted up the old-fashioned metal kerosene lamp, and then carefully walked down the thirteen steps.
The howling black wind kept blowing from the front of the underground passage, and countless whispers rang in my ears. They were the murmurs and unwillingness of the deceased at the end of his life.
The cold wind blew towards Shade, and the [Ancient Witch's Gold Necklace] hanging on his chest first lit up. Then, in the kerosene lamp held high with the flame of [Primal Fire], the flame suddenly surged.
, the blazing flame surged in the lampshade, illuminating the surroundings and protecting Shade.
The "divine afterglow" state has not appeared, and the necklace of the First Fire and the Witch is enough to protect Shade.
"Sure enough."
"What kind of flame is this?"
Even the twelve-ring warlock following Shade was protected by the flames, but seeing that Shade was unwilling to answer, Mr. Mattis did not ask further questions.
Shade walked in front, and Mr. Lacan Matisse of the Church of the Sun walked behind. The afterglow of the first fire dragged from the surface of the lantern held high by Shade toward the back. The original and simple power was even greater than that of the God of the Zhengshen Church.
Magical power to expel death more effectively.
The nun said that the [Primordial Fire] was just an angel-level relic, and what Shade had in his hand was even just a small flame. This made him understand more deeply how powerful this flame that was said to come from before the First Age was.
the power of.
Step by step forward, Shade was holding the oil lamp directly and was protected by the witch's necklace. Therefore, although his body was stiff and his soul felt a little heavy, he could barely hold on.
But Mr. Lacan Matisse could not hold on, so when the two of them walked out of the passage and came to the huge square underground space where the Door of Death stood, the gentleman had already revealed the life ring behind him.
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Even so, he could only stop at the end of the passage, not daring to enter the square space in front of him.
But at this location, you can already see the door of death. In the dim light of the first fire, the ancient huge stone door is closed, with stories related to death engraved on it, describing the most fundamental meaning of death in this world.
The black wind blowing from the crack in the door was still strange and silent, as if everything in this world had ended here.
But unlike last time, this time, the huge Holy Emblem is suspended in front of the door. It is two overlapping leaves, one withered yellow and one green. The Holy Emblem is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was clear, and the black wind was gradually weakened.
"Didn't you see them, Joey Barton and Iluna Bayas, enter this door?"
Shade couldn't believe this result, but Lacan Matisse immediately shook his head and made a difficult voice:
"The ceremony is nearly four-fifths complete. Although it is not completely completed, the door at the foot of the mountain is absolutely impossible to open from the inside or outside."
"But Joey Barton is Death's Chosen One, and he can touch Death itself."
Shade said, looking at the door. There were also traces of fighting and some footprints in front of the door:
"Maybe they actually got in."
Shade repeated, and the twelve-ring warlock of the Church of the Sun fell silent for a moment:
"This is the best outcome."
"What?"
Shade looked at him in disbelief, and Mr. Mattis immediately explained:
"The ceremony has been carried out so far. All we have to do is drive the undead that have penetrated into reality back into the narrow room before the three passages are captured by the undead army outside. The scar of the sacred tree will be completed. Although I don't know what Joey Barton used.
The method opens the door of death from the outside, but at least it can be guaranteed that even the chosen person who dies will not be able to open the door from the inside at this stage of the ceremony. This can be confirmed that the Scar of the Holy Tree Ceremony is not the first
Used for the first time, Joey Barton is by no means the first Ring Warlock to break into the Door of Death.
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Letting him enter here just now was not only due to our negligence, but also because we knew that if he went in, he would not be able to come out."
"What about your chosen ones?"
"It is indeed an unexpected accident that Iluna Beas followed her into death, but Beas's fate will not end here. This is the oracle."
"Please speak more carefully."
"Although the five great ones cannot descend at will, there is still no problem in bringing her out, so there is no need to worry about her."
Mr. Mattis looked toward death's door, then was forced to close his eyes and look away:
"Unless Joey Barton can perform a ceremony behind the door to become the chosen one, he can be considered dead.
Let's go, we are still needed outside. The prophets of the Prophet Association have made predictions. At the end of the narrow space, an undead aggregation of thousands of undead will appear. That will be the most difficult battle. Drive it away.
Entering the narrow room, you can complete the Trace of the Holy Tree. I think the battle will last until midnight, and it will be a very difficult battle."
"No."
Shade shook his head slightly:
"I want to go in too."
He pointed to the ancient stone door:
"Yes, into death."
"you"
Mr. Mattis looked at the masked stranger in the firelight:
"I need to remind you that the door has been blocked. Even if you are the Thirteenth Ring, you can't get in."
"I have other ways."
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment:
"It's easier to open the door from the outside than from the inside. Even if you can get in like Joey Barton, you, like him, will never get out before the mark of the sacred tree expires."
"I will find a way on my own. Stepping into the door of death is equivalent to committing suicide, and now, Joey Barton and Iluna Bayas have committed suicide. I want to ensure that the first person to come out is not Joey Barton.
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Mr. Mattis hesitated and frowned slightly:
"As expected, you know that. You are not actually a witcher, right? Although you look very strong, you have never used any thaumaturgy or incantation other than swordsmanship and sunlight power. You have not even shown a life ring. You
Not a mid-level warlock at all."
"Yes, I am not a mid-ring warlock."
Shade is a low-level warlock.
"Are you the Godcaller?"
"Why do you think so?"
"It seems to be true. The ending of the Fort Midhill incident is really the best we can think of. Not only can Joey Barton be almost pronounced dead, but we even had close contact with you and let Yi
Luna Beas has determined your alignment."
Shade shook his head:
"You are still needed outside, and my road is ahead. Sir, I am glad to be able to cooperate with the church this time. I hope you will be safe in the next battle."
Mr. Mattis nodded, as if breathing a sigh of relief:
"Why are you so obsessed with pursuing Joey Barton and the other Chosen Ones?"
"Do you think I'll answer?"
Shade asked. The latter was silent for a moment and took out a roll of parchment from his pocket:
"How to learn the unique thaumaturgy of the Church of the Sun [Hiton's Seal]. Although this is very precious, it may not be anything to the thirteen rings like you. This is considered as your reward for helping us guard the church. We welcome you to have it again.
Cooperation."
Shade smiled:
"Then I'll accept it."
Under the watchful eye of Mr. Matisse, he walked all the way to the [Death Door]. This time, he did not leave any relics or casting materials behind, because the last experience made him understand that the afterglow on him
Sufficient to protect personal belongings.
Without trying to push the door that was now likely to be unable to be pushed open, Shade held the [Night Watch] in his right hand. When the witch necklace on his chest flashed suddenly, he turned sideways and summoned all his strength to swing the sword forward——
"Death's Door!"
The long sword slashed into the air in the black wind, and sparks splashed in the air. A dark gap appeared with the slight sound of broken glass, and the gap quickly expanded to a size large enough for Shade to pass through.