Chapter 735: The sixth level of the order?
At four o'clock in the morning, bringing dawn. The next moment, Fanning saw a stronger light burst out from the sky!
The cemetery in the distance was illuminated with a plasma-like molten gold, a strange and terrifying sun slowly rose against the ground veins!
Fanning felt that his retina was instantly burned with honeycomb-shaped burn marks. He instinctively closed his eyes, but found that closing his eyes was useless.
The "sun" was more than five times larger than the diameter seen in daily life. The inner side of Fanning's eyelid was now full of light spots cast by corona. They were composed of facial features that looked like human-shaped!
In its flowing and burning pupils, the secret doctrines in the "Qi Ming Sutra" are occasionally rotated, and the solar bands nested with multiple rings similar to the "Glow Wheel"!
"Blessed are those who are stunned in the light, because they are walking on the long steps, because they have seen the giant wheel."
A low male voice mixed with repeated echoes oscillated out of the clouds.
Not far ahead of Pograilic, at most twenty meters, there was originally a canal that ran horizontally through the outskirts of the village.
Things like drains are common in rural San Pelto.
Follow the steps of an ordinary person, after only ten breaths, you can walk in front of it and cross it.
But as the sound in the sky sounded, the height of the drainage channel seemed to be infinitely raised, and a semi-hidden upward stair appeared in the middle of the gravel ground originally at the feet of the two people!
Just like the lighting pavilion style in a cathedral.
Countless strange lights were scattered beside the two, interspersed with light and darkness!
Fanning, who was pinned by invisible threats, still had to walk behind Bogleridge, but this step leading to the canal seemed to have become an infinitely extended and infinitely fascinating and fascinating state!
"Stop the passage?" Pogleridge in front suddenly laughed, "Is it a decision to consider the consequences?"
"Mr. Director, you have the power to enter and exit any land, but I am sorry at this time, I do not recommend that you take Master Fanning away. At least during this Harvest Art Festival, I do not recommend that you take Master Fanning away from the land of the Holy City."
The low and old tone seemed to be slowly landing from far to near.
Fanning's eyes lit up.
really!
Nameless angel of the Holy Sun Church!
It seems that my guess was right that I guessed that the nameless angel should be able to sense the activities of the two in the holy city, and there is a possibility of negotiating!
Fanning couldn't help but feel some hope in his heart.
He knew that the strength of this nameless angel should be more powerful than Mr. Wax from the Special Survey Hall. The Saint of the Southern Continent is definitely far superior to Marquis McAdam who had just been promoted!
And more importantly, there is a special mysterious variable in the holy city's territory - this nameless angel can control and call the power of the altar or the "Glow Wheel" of the Holy Sword Church since ancient times!
"Is it an application? Or a confrontation organization?" But Pogleridge just asked calmly.
At the same time, take a step directly to the steps.
"Dong--"
It seemed as if the sound boom had tear the air, and the beams around him suddenly solidified into blades, cutting more beams of light cast from above into Mars.
Fanning, who was forced to see the confrontation between divinity and true knowledge, felt extremely uncomfortable. The paradoxical scene of extremely far and very close, entity and illusion made his stomach cramp!
Step 2, Step 3!
When Pogleridge took the third step, he made an "imjective" pulling his sword from the scabbard!
Take it away! Pick up!
The movement is as simple as a paper cutter to open an envelope.
A blue gap suddenly ran from bottom to top, running through the entire illusory stairs.
Slash again!
Fanning felt that his perception of "left" and "right" in his consciousness was cut off, and this entire wasteland of dead grass and woodland fell apart in his mind like a glass window!
"But my situation is like the month before, and God has kept my day." The nameless angel's prayer was a little more solemn.
The stairs of the paradox were split like pink, and the light spots fell to the ground, making a crisp and chaotic sound like a communion bell, bounced like a marble!
The divine pollution at the level of the order holder made Fanning suddenly feel uncomfortable and uncontrollable. With a "wow", all the red wine drunk at the dinner was sprayed out in a spray!
And in the end, he couldn't vomit. Fanning's nose and ears began to gush out clear and transparent golden liquid one after another. He even suspected that this was something like cerebrospinal fluid!
The shattered light spots melted together with Fan Ning's shadow - this awakened world had been directly penetrated by two powerful men, and then even the asphalt-like dark surging material overflowed!
The illusory steps leading to the canal are gone, but at this moment, the vast horizontal plane, the surging material condensed into cross marks arranged at equal intervals, and then golden stone lamps rose on some marks.
A blurry figure appeared next to the canal in front.
The plain long clothes were hanging straight to the feet, the gold belt was tied between the chest, the hair was like snow-white wool, the sun shining in the eyes, and the feet seemed to be exercising bright copper in the furnace.
But unlike Fanning's impression last time, the face of the nameless angel seemed to be older, and the divine projection seemed to be more difficult to grasp.
Moreover, there were several fine holes on the hem of the left arm of the plain long clothes, and the "fabric" with holes fell down softly.
"Second Sixth Level?" Pogleridge spoke lightly.
"Mr. Director, this ditch ahead is the dividing line that steps out of the holy city's boundary. I really want you to let Master Fanning stay for the time being."
The whispers of the nameless angel seem to come from all directions, and the accented syllables in the sentence resonate in the folds of time and space.
A strong man who was asked by the other party as the "Sixth Level of Enforcement" still had the word "request" in his wording.
"At least I am also a member of the discussion group, the second-ranked member of the roundtable." Finally, the nameless angel sighed softly.
"Give you a chance to report." Pogleridge looked at him.
"According to the rules of procedure of the discussion group, even if you deal with artists at the level of 'little forging', you need to start a collective decision." The nameless angel seemed a little tired, "The rules were originally proposed by the Special Inspection Department. The director hurriedly visited the holy city and hurriedly took the people away. Is it planning to deal with it? It's not certain, but it should be like this!"
"As the origin of serious music and many artistic genres, now on the eve of the last seven-day celebration of the Harvest Art Festival, on the eve of the spiritual explosion in Tristan and Isolde, the Director-General planned to let Master Fanning disappear in the middle, leaving Janus an unsolvable problem that he could not explain no matter how he explained it."
"The report is over?" Pogleridge glanced at him, "So, give way?"
This "application" made to the other party seems to have been rejected.
Or what Pogleridge said about "listening to the report" is really just from the perspective of the leader of the discussion group, giving a simply opportunity to report has nothing to do with the matter of taking people out of San Pelto.
The nameless angel shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Even with the achievements of Qiming within the church, Master Fanning's chain theater chain has many favors. If he really died in the sea that day, it would be a pity. It would take a long time to recover afterwards. But, instead of Master Fanning, who is now living in Walt Stein in the Holy City, and he has also held a base in the Bayreuth Theater. My church really has no way to avoid it, no way to retreat."
Pograilic heard this and said "yes", just nodded calmly:
"Sometimes, if you disobey the organization and the organization is tolerant, you may not necessarily die. But if you choose to directly block yourself, you must have the expectation of death."
Rotate your body and swing your sheath to draw a semicircle!
The viscous imprint of the surrounding material fluctuates faintly.
Chapter completed!