In every palace and in front of every statue, Oedipus would stand there for a long time as if he had lost his soul, until Iros urged him to reluctantly move to the next palace.
Iros was very patient. He walked with Oedipus from hall to hall and explained to Oedipus nonchalantly.
Oedipus kept nodding, but most of his thoughts still stayed on the statue in front of him.
Iros stood next to Oedipus and looked at the statue of the Angel of Purgatory with him. After a while, he slowly said:
"Now that the pattern of the war has been decided, mortal wars have long become insignificant. I heard that the Cardinal who is in charge of war has led an army to capture Coron, the capital of the Batoria Empire, and will march to Abler next.
The Kex Empire has returned to its own territory, well, it seems that the Cardinal will not be able to come back within a few months..."
Oedipus frowned and finally looked away from the statue of the Angel of Purgatory and looked at Iros.
His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Iros's soul and explore his true thoughts.
Iros stood with a smile, as if he didn't feel the sharp killing intent in Oedipus' eyes at all.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Oedipus finally said:
"Lord Iros, your power is on par with the Pope and even surpasses the Holy Son. However, I am only a legendary swordsman. I don't understand why you want to win over me."
Iros smiled and said:
"Dear Mr. Oedipus, you must be aware of the special status of a person like me who converted to the church after being captured. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are secretly watching my every move! So the one in my hand
As soon as I raised the sharp blade, there must have been a strong hand pressing me down."
Oedipus stared at Iros for a while, then focused his attention on the statue of the Angel of Purgatory again, and said calmly:
"There are some enemies that cannot be provoked, and she is one of them. She is not as simple as she seems on the surface. There are many secrets in her that you don't know."
Iros was silent for a while, smiled, and said: "But I will still provoke her. Can you tell me when the saint's mansion was no longer under your protection?"
"Any time."
Iros nodded and said nothing more.
Although the two of them walked slowly, they finally arrived at the final twin halls.
Oedipus looked up at the statue floating in the air with an astonished expression on his face.
He found that this statue was different from the statues in the previous hall. There was a faint but extremely majestic aura of coldness and arrogance in the statue. For a moment, Oedipus felt that this faint aura seemed to have strong pressure.
For a moment, he had the urge to retreat!
The sword master clenched his fist slightly, and faint stardust began to float out from around his body, and he was able to withstand this invisible pressure.
Oedipus suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and slowly walked towards the statue.
Although he couldn't see it, he already felt that there was a surging and terrifying force underneath the statue.
This power was soaring, carrying a pure and powerful divine aura, but it was so pervasive that even Oedipus' soul felt burning pain.
It feels like this extremely powerful force is like a large burning flame.
Oedipus was frightened and delighted at the same time.
This power is powerful, pure, and mysterious, which just complements his fighting spirit. As long as he can unlock the mystery of this flaming power, his fighting spirit will enter a whole new realm!
With every step forward, Oedipus would feel the pressure on him increase greatly, and this power was so overbearing that it even forcibly ablated the stardust surrounding his defenses!
He concentrated on resisting the erosion of the mysterious power while carefully exploring the secret of power.
At this moment, Iros's voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"Dear Mr. Oedipus, this is what I want you to see, the Holy Flame of Paradise Mountain!"
Oedipus was slightly startled, and suddenly found that the surrounding space had completely turned into a deep night sky, and countless brilliant stars were slowly floating around him.
He was startled at first, and then realized that these stars were not formed by his fighting spirit in the starry sky. In fact, the defense formed by his fighting spirit had disappeared without a trace!
At the moment when the sword master lost all his power, there was a sharp pain on his butt, and then a strong force came. Oedipus finally lost his restraint, screamed, and fell into the blazing sacred flames of Paradise Mountain.
middle!
At the moment of severe pain in his body, Oedipus finally saw the true form of the sacred flame of Paradise Mountain.
It was a beautiful, mysterious, powerful and arrogant flame.
Then the whole world dimmed, and the extremely hot holy flames of Heaven Mountain melted his fragile eyes in an instant.
In the darkness and pain, Iros's cold voice clearly reached his ears:
"There are some enemies that you cannot provoke, and I am one of them. You should not have killed Godiva and Gladys. He is my teacher Gonzalez's best friend!"
The Holy Flame of Paradise Mountain was like a waking monster. It roared and swallowed the delicious prey in an instant, and then fell asleep with satisfaction.
Looking at the holy flames of Heaven Mountain that had descended a lot, Iros also smiled with satisfaction. In his hand, the sapphire with endless stars was quietly exuding a charming brilliance.
Iros thought for a while, swallowed the sapphire in one gulp, and wanted to leave.
But he took two steps and suddenly stopped again. He looked up at the statue for a long time, then sighed heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and his face finally showed a relaxed look.
He suddenly jumped up and moved forward strangely in the deep space. In an instant, he rushed to the statue, hugged her, and kissed her hard on the cold lips!
Iros succeeded in the attack and immediately flew away. Suddenly he flashed out of the Twin Palaces. He laughed proudly and rumbled away as he walked away.
In the dark twin halls, the statue's face was as cold as before, except that the corners of its mouth were slightly curved, as if there was a smile.
In the holy and solemn Great Temple of Light, Iros hummed a tune all the way, as if he didn't even move, he walked lightly towards the Pope's prayer hall.
Heathcote was standing outside the door of the prayer hall, waiting for Iros.
Seeing Iros looking so frivolous, the Holy Son's majestic eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said with some displeasure:
"Lord Iros, as the master of the church now, it seems that you should pay attention to some etiquette in this holy place."
Iros chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter! Anyway, I don't know whether I will die or live for a while, and there is a high possibility that I will be finished.
Alas, I say, Lord Heathcote, don’t keep a straight face all day! Being expressionless does not necessarily mean being dignified!
But having said that, your wings feel really good!"
After saying that, Iros patted Heathcote on the shoulder very affectionately and strode into the Pope's prayer room.
Heathcote's face turned green and white. He stood there for a moment, then smiled bitterly and followed Iros into the prayer room.
When the Pope saw the two people coming in, he slowly closed the Book of Light in his hand, weakly walked to the bookshelf, and put the thick Book back to its original position with difficulty. Such a simple action made the old Pope gasp for a long time.
After his breathing subsided, the Pope reached out his hand, dipped a little fragrant dew into the Holy Grail next to the reading table, sprinkled it in front of him, and murmured:
"In the glorious name of the Lord. Those who believe in the Lord will be able to travel without hindrance."
With such intermittent words, a small magic storm gathered in the prayer room in the blink of an eye, and then the space cracked, and a flickering space door appeared in the prayer room.
Through the space door, it is vaguely visible that there is a gorgeous space storm behind the door.
Such a simple and direct space door is actually equivalent to a death trap.
Even a strong man from the Holy Realm would be torn into pieces immediately if he penetrated the space storm like this.