In the dots of bright fire, pieces of broken crystals with flowing seven-color halos slowly slid past.
At this moment, people will only be intoxicated by this dreamlike beauty. No one will question, what exactly do these crystal fragments carry, so that they ignore the flow of time so much?
The farewell between life and death only occurs in an instant.
Heathcote's Sword of Order pierced Joan of Arc's floating armor, and Joan of Arc's punch hit Heathcote's chest.
The two of them flew out one after another, but they didn't seem to be hurt.
It's just that the floating armor on Joan of Arc has been nearly shattered into pieces.
"You are really amazing!" Heathcote said sincerely.
"Both each other." Jeanne responded calmly.
However, Joan of Arc knew that she was actually slightly inferior. She struck first, gained the upper hand, and was even in the battle where she had the advantage. For her, who was arrogant and arrogant, she was actually slightly inferior, but Joan of Arc was unwilling to admit it.
That's all.
However, what the three of them did not notice at this time was that the earth-shattering battle between the two seemed to have awakened something. Waves of gray mist continued to appear in the gate of the Road of Pain under the Holy Mountain, spreading outwards quietly.
When the gray fog swept in, the three of them noticed it, but it was already a little late.
The gray mist swallowed Elos in an instant, and then rolled back. The speed was so fast that Joan of Arc and Heathcote could not react for a moment.
When the two of them rushed forward, there was no trace of Elos anywhere.
Even the fog has dissipated without a trace.
Seeing this desperate situation, Joan of Arc rushed into the gate without caring about her own safety, and was immediately sent back by an invisible force.
Looking at Joan of Arc who returned without success again and again, Heathcote fell into deep thought. He was also surprised that the door to the road of suffering was so weird. Even he, the Holy Son, had never heard of it.
"Stop doing useless work. It's useless. The Holy Mountain is refusing your entry. I suspect it has something to do with the heresy. Let me try."
Heathcote persuaded Joan of Arc, who was still struggling to attack the door, and walked towards the door.
Not surprisingly, he was also sent back by that mysterious power.
"It's really strange." Heathcote was a little puzzled. He was familiar with all the classics of the Holy Church. He didn't know the reason for this phenomenon. He had never heard that legendary believers could not enter the Path of Pain.
Why did the heretic enter so passively?
This touched upon Heathcote's blind spot in knowledge, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.
"Bastard, if it weren't for you, how could Elos have fallen into this!"
Joan of Arc was so angry that she drew her sword and struck Heathcote.
"Wait a minute." Heathcote quickly stopped Joan of Arc. He didn't want to fight with this crazy woman anymore.
"A few pilgrims came from afar to see if they could get in."
Heathcote's words made Joan of Arc put down her giant sword, and she also felt that she should see if the pilgrims could walk on the Path of Pain.
Seeing that the pilgrims were walking too slowly, Joan of Arc couldn't wait and ran directly towards these pilgrims, intending to bring them back quickly. Heathcote looked a little funny, so he had to follow.
Soon, Joan of Arc and Heathcote brought several pilgrims one by one to the gate of the Via Dolorosa.
At first, the pilgrims thought they were encountering thieves cutting the path, but they did not expect it to be a holy knight or priest, so they all saluted.
After thanking Joan of Arc and Heathcote, the four pilgrims turned and walked into the Path of Pain.
After the pilgrim's figure disappeared without any hindrance on the Via Dolorosa, Joan of Arc and Heathcote couldn't help but look at each other: What a ghost.
However, Heathcote immediately combined the memories of various classics in his mind and came to a preliminary conclusion:
"Sister Joan of Arc, it may be that the two of us are already the most sincere ones of our Lord, so we cannot enter. However, those who want to test their faith and piety or have evil intentions may enter and face our Lord's severe test. The losers will face the consequences.
You know it."
"What should we do?"
Looking at the somewhat helpless Joan of Arc, Heathcote hurriedly offered words of comfort:
"I can feel that your heretic companion Elos is a person with a predetermined destiny, and he did not take the initiative to enter the path of pain just now, but was coerced into it. There should be no serious problem. What's more, through
Judging from his perspective, fate will not let him fall easily."
After that, Heathcote took out a thick black ancient book from nowhere, opened a page, and poured sacred energy into it.
Soon, the black ancient book emitted bursts of golden light, and at the same time, Heathcote's eyes also glowed with golden light, echoing the ancient book.
After a while, Heathcote's eyes and the light of the ancient book dimmed at the same time.
After closing the ancient book with some effort, Heathcote breathed hard. It seemed that the spell just now took a lot of energy from him.
"How?" Jeanne asked anxiously.
"Relax... don't worry, he will be fine."
Seeing that Joan didn't believe it, Heathcote had no choice but to say:
"Miss, I just saw some fragments of Ilosu's future destiny through the Book of Destiny, which shows that his life will not end here. Please, just trust me for once!"
"Okay, then I'll wait here." Joan of Arc then inserted the giant sword Shen Yuan into the ground, sat on the hilt of the sword, closed her eyes and began to practice.
"Why."
Heathcote shook his head helplessly, put the Book of Destiny under his buttocks, sat on it, and closed his eyes to rest. As for whether he was practicing or not, he didn't know.
Elos, who was dragged into the gray mist, appeared in the endless mist. His eyes could not see beyond ten meters.
Turn on the extraordinary perception and detect the spiritual tentacles, but you can't sense the place ten meters away.
At the same time, Elos found that he had also lost his sense of space and direction, and was unable to distinguish where he was.
He was about to raise his fighting spirit and try to see if he could break through the fog by running at high speed, but he was surprised to find that his fighting spirit was like a docile kitten and could not be mobilized.
Similarly, the true name ability and magic pattern cannot be mobilized. Even the Ring of the Lake Lady and the Holy Spear Kungunir have lost their sensitivity, just like ordinary accessories and weapons.
How weird!
Elos held the Broken Star tightly, looking for a random direction, and walked towards the mist alone.
Now that we're here, there's nothing to fear, just do it.
I don’t know how long I walked, as if in this mist, time seemed not to exist.
Suddenly, something stepped on something under my feet, and there was a crunching sound.
Elos hurriedly lowered his head to check and found that he had stepped on a human skeleton.
Elos, who had lost his fighting spirit and ability, was naturally unable to keenly sense foreign objects on the ground, so he had no way to avoid the skeleton.
However, judging from the brittleness and color of the bones, this corpse must have been dead for a long time.
Ignoring it, Elos continued walking into the endless mist ahead.
Gradually, Elos discovered that there were more and more skeletons, some from ancient times and some from recent times, but no matter how long they died, there was no trace of flesh and blood preserved, and not even clothes or relics were left behind, which was really strange.
These people should all be pilgrims who failed to pass the test of the Path of Pain and died on the pilgrimage.
But why haven't I been subjected to unknown tests or blows so far? I am not a believer of the God of Light, but a descendant of the devil who is punished by everyone in the Holy Church, and a heretic who everyone calls for beating.
With doubts, Elos became more vigilant.
He found that no matter which direction he went, he was ultimately on the right path, because more and more skeletons seemed to be guiding him, pointing to the void ahead.
Finally, he discovered something strange. There seemed to be a hazy light in the distance, guiding him like a giant lamp.
Elos did not rush towards the long-lost light without any thought, but held the Broken Star tightly and walked cautiously.
As he got closer, Elos finally discovered that the light he took out turned out to be an altar, and there were a large number of angel statues standing around with their hands folded and curled up. They were the angels of purgatory recorded by the Holy Church.
Although the altar is not big, it is burning with a blazing holy fire. Above the holy fire is a round and crystal clear crystal ball.
At the same time, the crystal ball continued to rotate under the heat of the holy fire, and made an inaudible cry.
Elos looked around and saw a shocking scene.
Burning inside the crystal ball are thousands of painful and wailing souls!