At this moment, only Iros was left in the deep and lofty hall.
Iros lay on his back on the steel platform, already out of breath.
His chest and abdomen were completely mashed, and the piece of flesh that turned into paste was slowly squirming, struggling to regenerate under the support of the powerful vitality, repairing the wounds on his body bit by bit.
Iros opened his eyes, but his eyes were completely confused. He just looked at the top of the hall, not knowing what he was looking at.
Suddenly, the entire hall shook slightly. The tremor was transmitted to the steel platform, and it also affected Iros's pain.
There was a glimmer of anger in his eyes, and he was a little confused as to where these vibrations came from.
Snapped!
A small piece of yellow object fell from the sky, bounced a few times, and landed on Iros's face.
This was a piece of oil paint on the mural on the roof of the hall. It came loose due to the vibration of the hall. It slid down his skin. Suddenly, Iros opened his mouth and a long scarlet tongue suddenly stretched out and took it.
Rolled into the mouth.
The trembling in the hall stopped, and Iros returned to his lifeless daze. However, the speed of recovery from his wounds accelerated by an imperceptible amount.
The hall returned to silence.
Time passed quietly, and at some point, a melancholy roar broke the silence of the hall, and two extremely thick red copper doors slowly opened with a low roar. A strong light penetrated from the crack in the door, and fell
On Iros's face.
Iros opened his eyes and stared motionlessly at the top of the palace. Even the bright light falling on his face could not make his eyes like dead fish blink at all.
Before the door was fully opened, the soft and angry voice of Saint Lucia came:
"His Majesty the Pope cannot do this! He promised to give me a month, but now it is only a little more than two weeks! Is the venerable, noble, great Pope ready to withdraw his promise?"
At this time, a deep and rich male voice sounded: "His Majesty the Pope did promise you a month. But you did not harm him excessively as promised. Now the great being from Heaven Mountain wants to take him away, so your
Time is over."
"You can't do this!" Lucia followed the man closely, trying to protest: "I didn't do anything to him! You can see for yourself, are there any scars on him?"
The man snorted and ignored Lucia. He just strode to the steel platform and immediately frowned when he looked at Iros's lifeless look.
He stretched out his right hand and slowly stroked Ilos's chest. As he moved, a soft and slender sacred breath penetrated into Ilos's body. While exploring the condition of his body, he repaired some minor defects along the way.
scars.
The man suddenly let out a soft sigh, which seemed quite unexpected. From all aspects, Iros's body couldn't be better. Except for the fact that all his strength was locked by six magic nails, he was completely
Unscathed.
The man looked at Iros' unresponsive eyes again, then snorted and stared at Lucia fiercely. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out all six steel nails that were locked in Iros's hands.
Iros roared in pain and finally woke up. His body was still twitching, but he seemed to have regained some consciousness. He slowly turned his head and looked at the two people beside the steel platform.
"Iros!" the man shouted.
Iros tried hard to distinguish the man's face, and after a moment he said with difficulty: "I recognize you, you are the Holy Son Heathcote."
Heathcote nodded and said: "His Majesty the Pope wants to see you. Now that you can move freely, come with me!"
Iros put his elbows on the steel platform and tried to get off the platform. As a result, with all his strength, his body suddenly flew out with a roar!
Heathcote waved his hand and enveloped Iros's body with a gentle force. He placed him on the ground and frowned: "Your power has been restored."
Iros's consciousness seemed to be much clearer. He nodded, took the set of clothes handed over by the maid, and slowly dressed up.
For the past few days, Iros has been nailed to the steel platform, suffering constant torture. Every movement requires all his strength to move at all. Therefore, the sudden and complete recovery of his strength made him unable to adapt for a while.
Iros followed Hescott through the hall and through two portals, finally stopping in front of two doors carved from black crystal stone.
Looking up at these two majestic giant doors that were a hundred meters high, Iros couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.
Such a huge door that is so natural that it can only be described as a miracle.
On the two black crystal stone doors, there are faint angel statues with different postures constantly emerging. It seems that there are six angel statues floating on each giant door, and most of them look like...
It was very clear, only an angel statue was a very faint virtual image. If Iros hadn't had extremely sharp eyesight, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell that there was an angel statue hidden there.
Before Iros could see clearly, the two giant black crystal doors slowly opened on their own, revealing the extremely deep and lofty hall behind.
In such a palace, even a giant dragon standing in it will definitely look very small.
At Hescott's signal, Iros slowly walked into the hall, while the Holy Son stayed outside the door and did not enter the hall with him.
The giant door slowly closed behind Iros. The moment the door closed, the scene in the hall completely changed. Iros found that the top of the hall had become only about ten meters. He didn't know whether the giant hall had become smaller or had become bigger on its own.
.
Iros knew that no matter what kind it was, it was a real change, not a temporary hallucination.
"Iros, you are finally here. How are you? Are you ready to surrender to the glory of the God of Light?"
An extremely old voice sounded from the end of the hall, as if every word contained the passage of thousands of years.
Iros looked up and saw the Pope standing at the other end of the hall, staring at him with his eyes that were constantly flashing with brilliance.
Iros's hands couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, he could see clearly that in the Pope's eyes, those brilliance were just the process of the birth and death of countless planes, only accelerated hundreds of millions of times.
But Iros immediately calmed down and smiled:
"Dear Your Majesty the Pope, your great prophecy may have failed once."
The Pope smiled and said: "Whether the great prophecy will fail can only be determined by the result of the prophecy. I called you here this time because I want you to see something. After seeing these things, I think you will naturally do it."
Make a choice."
Iros nodded and followed the Pope towards the end of the hall.
As the Pope walked, he said slowly: "The place you are setting foot on now is the most noble holy place of the Holy Church, the Great Temple of Light. The predecessor of this temple is the most sacred place where the elves worshiped the elf goddess Lilith Shiloh. The elf
Great Temple.
Therefore, what you see now is actually a miracle that combines the highest wisdom of elves and humans, and combines the greatest magic that has ever existed."
During the Pope's eloquent narration, the old man and the young man arrived at the end of the hall in the blink of an eye, and arrived at a new hall. This hall was much smaller than the previous hall, and there was a huge statue standing in the center.
.
It was an angel that was heavily bound by iron chains. The wings on her back were also pierced by many small iron chains. Her appearance was beautiful and noble, but that beautiful face was full of heartbreaking pain!