Volume 8: The End Chapter 867: The Source of Faith (Part 2)
Iros and Elrond discussed for a long time, but could not figure out why people have such a wonderful ability to destroy the source of faith hidden in the deepest secrets of space.
Ailong's method is completely different from that of this mysterious figure. If the source of faith is compared to a grassland that can nourish all things, then Ailong uses his body and soul to construct a channel to attract and absorb all the water and nutrients under the grassland.
will eventually dry up the entire grassland.
And that mysterious figure spread the plague on the grassland. Although the plague did not expand very quickly, it was so vicious that no grass could grow wherever it passed. As long as time passed, the entire grassland would become a dead place, and there would be no more people.
vitality.
At any time, troubles and pain seem to be the rights of a few wise people. The vast majority of people live their daily lives mechanically and repetitively, day after day, year after year.
What they care about is only a small area around them and how life should continue tomorrow.
They also have pain and troubles, and worry about some things that are very important to them, but no matter how important these things seem to be at the moment, if you look at them from the perspective of the entire plane, they will become very ridiculous.
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So wise people are not happy. Sometimes they are compassionate and sometimes cynical. They try hard to make people wake up, but most of the time, they are just regarded as crazy.
In the eyes of these secular people, personal immediate interests are far more important and real than ethereal things like the survival of the plane.
Iros can also be said to be a wise man. He was walking on the streets of Genoa, looking at the people hurriedly passing by with some confusion.
There was an exciting and lively atmosphere in Genoa. Whether nobles or civilians, most of the talk was about the Civil War.
In their view, this most grand war in thousands of years is coming to an end. Now that the Holy Empire has entered the Albrex Empire, the northern overlord is doomed to perish.
In addition, the Siriel Empire and the Batoria Empire had already been defeated and surrendered, so the only one of the three major empires left in the world was the Albrex Empire.
At this moment, there is only one overlord on the continent, the great Holy Empire!
The bishops of the Holy Empire are concerned about the status, power and wealth in the newly added vast territory, while the common people are immersed in the unique arrogance of the people of the victorious country and talk about other countries in a dismissive tone.
This is not the case, and they have unrealistic illusions about how much wealth enslaving the residents of the territory can bring them.
In the eyes of Iros, these people are like pigs that have been put on the firewood pile. They are about to become someone else's meal, but they don't know it and are still talking about how delicious tomorrow's food will be.
Same.
Quietly, a trace of pity rose up in his heart, but then it disappeared like a wisp of smoke, and Iros's heart became as cold as ice.
He does not care about the life and death of all living beings in the world. This is where he is different from the wise men, so he does not have the worries of the wise men.
Iros walked leisurely through Genoa like an ordinary person, and arrived in front of the Holy Lady's Palace in a blink of an eye.
Different from the past, the Holy Lady's Mansion today looked deserted, the door was closed, and there were only a few listless soldiers standing in front of the door.
Iros put his hands behind his back and walked forward. In one step, he already appeared in the Holy Lady's Mansion.
The Holy Lady's Mansion was quiet, with some dust accumulated everywhere, and there were even several spider webs under the eaves in the corners. It was obvious that it had been empty for more than a day.
Iros looked around at the Holy Lady's Mansion. Something must have happened here for the church to make the decision to abandon the Holy Lady's Mansion.
Vaguely, Iros had already guessed that something had happened here.
Now occasionally, his eyes can not only see the future, but also the past.
He walked towards the inner room, and there was a smell he was familiar with in Lucia's study.
Her study room was exactly as Iros remembered it, extremely neat, with all the books and documents arranged in an orderly manner. There were piles of documents waiting to be processed on the large rosewood desk.
In the corner of the desk, there is an inkstand, and there is also a quill decorated with gold patterns on the desk. In the center of the desk, there is an open document. Under the document, there is a half-written Review.
Words are like people.
The review was written in Goethe's calligraphy, which is common among nobles. The perfection revealed great power. Iros knew at a glance that this was Lucia's handwriting.
It seemed that the owner of the study had just left on urgent matters, but dust had accumulated on the floor and desk, and the ink in the inkstand had completely dried up.
The time in the study seemed to be frozen in a moment a few days ago.
Iros stood at the door, his eyes scanning the entire study, and finally landed on the ground in the center of the room.
There, lying quietly, was a dagger. The dagger was dull and covered with rust, and it looked like it had been baptized by many years.
Iros walked over, leaned over and picked up the dagger, gently stroking the blade which had been corroded by rust and was somewhat soft.
He knew that just a few days ago this dagger was shining brightly, just like the dagger in Elrond's hand.
Although the soul blade is not well-known, it is an artifact with very unique functions.
There are two Soul Blades, and they are identical in every aspect, which is another magical thing about it.
With Iros' current ability, he naturally knew that only a miracle would make it possible to create two identical things.
The soul blade has the strange ability to absorb and explode souls. It was originally a supreme weapon used to deal with undead creatures, but in the hands of Elon and Lucia, it naturally exerted a different effect.
At this moment, the soul blade in Iros's hand has been completely destroyed.
He closed his eyes and carefully understood the bits and pieces of information coming from the soul blade. Gradually, intermittent pictures were formed in his mind.
After a long time, Iros sighed deeply and opened his eyes. His hands were empty, and the soul blade had turned into countless particles, dissipating in the breeze passing through the hall.
He turned and walked outside.
Not only the study, but the entire Holy Lady's Mansion was filled with unbearable desolation and loneliness. Even if Ilos had a hard and cold heart, he would not want to stay here any longer.
Every time he took a step, bits and pieces about Lucia would come to Iros's mind.
Almost all the memories related to her are full of blood, hatred, conspiracy and cruelty.
Iros ignored Lucia at first, and he hated this woman who did everything in his heart.
But even after he betrayed his past and converted to the God of Light, he still couldn't do anything about this woman.
She is perfect and ruthless, wise and able to make decisions. Iros thought that he already knew her quite well, but he did not expect that at this last moment, she would be so strong.
Because?Proud?
Iros suddenly discovered that he had never really understood her from beginning to end. As a comparable opponent, he should have understood her very, very well.
Iros smiled bitterly, maybe because of this, he never really defeated her.
With a slight sigh, his figure gradually became blurred and disappeared from the Holy Lady's Mansion.
Dang Dang!
Iros hesitated for a while before knocking on the dark oak door in front of him.
"come in."
The Pope's feeble voice came from behind the door. It sounded like a bellows that had been used for decades and was filled with the sound of air leakage.
Iros opened the oak door in response, walked into the Pope's prayer room, and immediately frowned slightly.
The Pope's prayer room was as usual, full of the smell of time, and everything seemed fragile, as if the wind could turn them into powder if the wind was just a little stronger.
The only difference in the room was that there was one more person, someone Iros didn't want to see.
The highest military commander of the Holy Empire, Cardinal Metternich.
Obviously, Metternich did not want to see Iros either.
When he saw Iros pushing the door open, Metternich, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, also frowned slightly. Although this trace of disgust and displeasure disappeared in an instant, it was still impossible to escape Iros.
Eye.
With a calm expression on his face, Iros quietly stood on the other side of the Pope.