When Iros saw this statue for the first time, he almost had an illusion, as if he heard the painful screams of the bound angel echoing endlessly in the hall.
Iros stared at the statue, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and his face gradually turned pale.
The Pope coughed and said, "Let's go, there are still many things to see!"
Iros followed the Pope silently to the next hall. His heart beat faster and faster, and his steps became hesitant.
He was actually a little scared.
Sure enough, there was also a huge statue in the second hall, which was equally lifelike. It was a two-headed dragon trying to fly high, but four spears ruthlessly intertwined through its body, holding it firmly to the ground.
nailed to the ground.
Iros's heart had become a little numb, and he just followed the Pope through one hall after another, and there was a statue in each hall.
After an unknown amount of time, the Pope's deep voice sounded again: "Let's go, there's still one place we haven't seen yet."
Upon hearing this, Iros immediately followed the Pope and left silently.
Finally, they entered the last hall.
To be precise, these are two palaces. The two palaces face each other far away, like a pair of twins sharing the same fate.
Following the Pope's movements, Iros slowly turned to the left and looked at the statue.
Time seemed to have frozen... Iros looked blankly at the last statue.
Mechanically, almost subconsciously, he slowly walked towards the statue, reaching forward tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch her face, her blond hair, and her bare feet.
However, the fingertips fell down before Kankan could touch her. Iros could no longer move his steps and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt down in front of the statue.
Her gracefulness, her beauty, her pride and calmness that disregarded life and death, have not changed at all.
The only change is that she is no longer a goddess who dominates the main plane, nor is she a goddess who lives alone in the kingdom of gods. At this moment, she has turned into a statue of a fallen angel!
The moment he saw her, Iros already understood the cause and effect of everything.
He suddenly felt out of breath, as if an invisible giant hand was holding his heart hard. His hearing, vision, and smell were all blank, but he could still clearly distinguish a ray of pain called loss.
It grows and spreads from the bottom of my heart.
The pain in that moment pierced my heart and lungs.
The Pope said slowly: "She has not yet completely turned into a statue, so you still have a chance to choose. You see, the invisible fire of Heaven Mountain is melting her soul. I think you must be very clear about how painful this process is.
I can temporarily reduce the flames of Heaven Mountain, but this is not a long-term solution!"
Iros looked intently, and then he saw invisible flames burning around the statue floating in the air. The flames were full of majesty and holiness.
He was very familiar with this breath. It was the holy flame of Heaven Mountain, the flame that could melt the soul.
Iros stared at her face that was as calm as sleeping for a long time. Finally, he turned around, walked up to the Pope, knelt down with a plop, touched his head to the ground, and said calmly:
"As long as she can be released from the statue, I am willing to take refuge in the brilliance of the God of Light. My body and my soul will return to my Lord from now on! I will never violate it forever!"
The Pope sighed heavily, slowly bent down, helped Iros up, and said:
"What you need to do is to harvest the souls of powerful beings in this plane and throw them into the holy flames of Heaven Mountain.
Every time you cast a soul, the flames of Heavenly Mountain will be temporarily lowered. If you can harvest a powerful enough soul, then this soul will take her place and accept the smelting of the holy flame in the statue."
Iros nodded, said no more, and strode out of the hall.
"Wait a moment!"
The Pope stopped Iros, coughed violently several times, then raised his hand and gasped: "Take her with you!"
Iros frowned, looked at the Pope's finger, and was stunned again!
At the Pope's finger, a dreamlike girl appeared at some point. She was wearing a long white dress, with long blond water-cut hair hanging down like a mirror. She held a huge divine sword in her arms and stared at Iros with her golden eyes.
, but it was all timidity.
"This this..."
Iros was completely speechless.
The Pope said slowly: "She is Lilith's true body, and she also possesses most of Lilith's soul. Only her godhead and most of her consciousness are still locked in the statue, so she will not feel the holy flame."
Even with the pain of burning your body, her power can also help you.
Just because her consciousness is still in the statue of the Angel of Purgatory, she is like a newborn girl at this moment, needing your guidance and constant care."
Iros looked at her blankly for a moment, then suddenly strode towards her.
A look of panic flashed in the dreamy girl's eyes, and she let out a cry of surprise. Then she suddenly raised the divine sword in her hand and struck down Iros on the head like thunder and lightning!
Although she is so exquisite and beautiful that she can be blown to pieces by a slightly stronger wind, the power of this attack can change the color of the world!
Iros did not dodge, and grunted, the divine sword had hit him hard, and the huge sword blade was half a meter long and penetrated his back!
However, she was also held in Iros's arms.
Iros gently stroked her mirror-like blond hair and said in a low voice: "Lilith, don't be afraid. I'm already here."
Her dreamy and beautiful little face rested on Iros's shoulder. She looked extremely panicked at first, but then gradually calmed down.
At the end, she finally closed her golden eyes, released the divine sword she had been holding tightly with her right hand, and hugged him gently.
Iros's heavy footsteps echoed in the empty hall, just like his messy state of mind at the moment.
The Pope stayed alone in the Twin Basilica at the end, leaving Iros to arrange everything on his own.
So Iros walked slowly through the ten halls and once again looked at the ten different statues of the Angels of Purgatory. Even with Iros's eyesight and knowledge at the moment, he couldn't see exactly what kind of secrets were hidden in these statues.
All detection results show that these are just ordinary statues with no abnormal power. Although the materials used to make the statues are still unknown, this only shows that his ability is not enough to see through the secrets contained in these statues.
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Ten halls, ten statues, and ten different poignant stories.
Along the way, Iros felt as if he had witnessed ten epic battles. The weight of tens of millions of years condensed into a moment made him somewhat breathless.
In the heart of Ilos, among the unbearable heaviness and sorrow, there was still a bright spot, that was the little girl floating in the air with the sword in her arms, silently following behind him.
She lowered her head slightly, and tightly grasped the skirt of Iros's clothes with one small hand, refusing to let go no matter what.
Iros slowly walked into the outermost hall and was slightly startled. In the center of the hall, stood a handsome man with eyes that contained trillions of stars, looking at him calmly.
Six vague blue wings stretched out from his back. Every time the wings flapped, countless stars that were bright and dark would emerge from them. They would float slowly up in the rising light blue mist, and the beautiful maroon
Her short hair is constantly fluttering in this dreamlike star mist.
Iros looked at the pair of starry eyes that had destroyed hundreds of high-level mages, then looked at the six sky-blue wings wordlessly, and finally smiled bitterly.
Michael smiled slightly, crossed the entire hall in one step, and stood in front of Ilos.
"I am Michael, and my Lord is the great God of light."
His voice was clear and soft, and it sounded extremely pleasant. What surprised Iros was that he was talking, rather than using mental waves to communicate like some powerful beings like.
"Iros." Iros finally said.
Iros did not believe that the seraph who had been staring at him on the battlefield that day, leaving him with no way to escape, did not know his situation, so he just replied in a very simple way.
As if attracted by Michael's magical wings, the little girl suddenly floated out from behind Ilos, and grabbed the blue wings with her little hands.
Her movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, and her white and tender hands were wrapped with silvery lightning, which was completely different from her immature look. The little girl's casual grab was enough to make the strong men in the sanctuary retreat.
Iros hurriedly stretched out his hand and hugged her back into his arms.
Naturally, her grasp was in vain, but Lilith still seemed unwilling to give up. She switched the divine sword from her right hand to her left hand in an instant, and then hooked the blade towards Michael's wings.
Iros smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to take away her divine sword, put Lilith behind him with his backhand, and returned the divine sword to her.
Michael was completely indifferent to Lilith's rude behavior and just smiled and said:
"It's okay, it seems like this action has become a habit for her."
But Iros couldn't laugh.
Since tearing off angel wings has become Lilith's instinct, how many cruel battles did she have to go through before she finally developed such an instinct?
Michael stepped closer to Ilos and gently held Iros's hand.
Michael's hands were soft and crystal-clear, as cold as ice. At the same time, he leaned forward, leaned over and whispered something in Iros's ear, and the corners of Iros's mouth immediately twitched slightly.
At this time, Michael's whole body began to glow with azure light, and his body gradually became transparent.
He continued to walk forward, and a gust of wind blew past Iros and Lilith, then turned into a wisp of star mist and disappeared.
Iros frowned slightly. At that moment, a strange feeling spread throughout his body, as if Michael, who had turned into invisible star mist, passed through his body.
Iros slowly raised his right hand. Michael's icy feeling was still on his hand, but now there was a blue gem emitting a faint glow in his palm.
Through the crystal clear surface of the gem, you can see many stars slowly rotating inside.
Iros thought for a while, then raised his hand, swallowed the gem, and led Lilith to push open the huge black crystal door of the hall.
Holy Son Heathcote was still waiting outside the gate. Seeing a little girl behind Ilos, he didn't show any surprise at all and just said:
"Your Majesty has prepared a place for you. You can take a rest tonight. From tomorrow on, you can work hard to spread the glory of the God of Light. Come with me!"
Iros remained silent and followed the Son of Heathcote away.