Standing in front of the narrow door, memories flooded back to me. ∷∷,
Just behind this door, a huge tomb is buried deep underground, and is connected to a broken square, until the former fortress prison. It was here that Moriarty first met the female shaman Ekaterina
There was a big battle, and White also lost an arm because of rescuing him.
It’s just that time flies by, and everything that was originally so bright and fierce has become helplessly dim and yellow when looking back. His former mortal enemy was forgotten in the Heroic Mountains, and his former followers also left him, although his arm has recovered.
.Time has quietly changed everything, and not even the gods can do anything about it.
After a while, Moriarty passed through the narrow door and went down the straight steep slope.
After a while, he was once again in an underground space filled with mountains of corpses and seas of bones.
There are still layers of bones piled up, layer by layer, string by string, piece by piece, seemingly without end. The air is still filled with the stench of death, as if an invisible miasma fills the entire world.
It's just a little different.
In the center of the huge space, a dazzling cross of light floats above the sea of corpses, emitting soft rays of light, illuminating everything. I don’t know if it is an illusion, but in this golden light, there are shrill, ferocious and harmonious figures on the rolling corpses.
The meaning of sorrow is slowly fading away. Although the speed is very slow, it can even be said to be minimal, but it is amazing.
Under the Cross of Light, Pagoris and three other bishops had gathered together, and around them there were more than twenty middle- and low-level priests standing respectfully. Further outside, nearly a hundred light paladins were fully armed, and
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, fully on guard against something.
After a week of observation, Moriarty discovered two other acquaintances among the paladins - "Black Knife" Gonzalez and the green-eyed girl Trish.
"It turns out that the people in Roland's Bar are all members of the Illuminati Church... It's no wonder why White changed like that later."
Looking at an old acquaintance, Moriarty sighed silently.
However, with White's radical ideas inherited from "Hellfire" Lawrence and his ever-lasting hatred for the Erathian nobles, it is "normal" to embark on the current path.
"Bishop Ramsay, is this really necessary?"
At this moment, Pagliese's unique clear voice suddenly sounded, like the whisper of a nightingale.
"Bishop Pagliese, more and more demons are gathering outside the city. The pressure on the city defense has reached a critical point. In addition, some noble elements in the Ford Legion have never been cleaned up. We have no choice."
Bishop Ramsay is a bit old but has a majestic face, and seems to be the most powerful person here.
"However, these believers all died as martyrs for their religion. How can we disturb their sleep again?"
Pagliese asked rhetorically.
"Sleep!? Bishop Pagliese, open your eyes and look around! You call this painful death sleep!?"
At this time, another middle-aged bishop stood up and spoke loudly, with a hint of anger in his words.
"With the light of our Lord shining down, they will be able to escape from suffering and ascend to the most beautiful kingdom of heaven."
Pagliese looked at the other party and said calmly.
"you…"
"alright."
Ramsay shouted, stopping the argument from getting further heated.
Pagliese and the middle-aged Bishop immediately bowed and each took a step back.
"Bishop Pagliese, this matter was personally decided by Lord Bethlehem. If you have any questions, you can directly ask the Lord. But now, the order must be carried out."
Looking at Pagolis, Ramsay said with a serious expression.
"Yes. Only light shines on the world."
Hearing the name of Bethlehem, Pagliese finally did not dare to say anything and bowed his head in agreement.
"Very good. Let's get started."
Following Ramus's order, the more than twenty priests around him slowly began to disperse and stood at designated points in the space. At the same time, the three bishops also formed an equilateral triangle position, surrounding Rams.
The core.
Then, distant prayers slowly sounded in the underground space. They were low at first, then gradually louder, until they were majestic and loud, shaking the entire space. At the same time, they were accompanied by hymns, and their voices were regardless of men, women, old or young, as if they were singing with their souls.
But the strange thing is that as the prayers and hymns complement each other, the cross of light in the sky shows no sign of getting brighter or growing. Instead, it gradually dims and shrinks, as if it has been drained of its power.
About a quarter of an hour later, the cross of light had shrunk to the size of a fist, and the entire space had almost returned to endless darkness. The vitality of death rebounded out, condensing into large or small corpse cyclones,
A creepy evil wind blew in the space.
At this moment, Ramsay, who was under the cross of light, suddenly took out a ball of something from his sleeve, which seemed to be tightly folded and squeezed cloth, but it was also inside a brilliant seal.
With a soft drink, Ramsay shook his hands heavily, and the light seal was broken. The mass immediately untied itself and turned into a strange black and white robe. On a pair of cuffs of the robe, there were a white skull and a white skull embroidered on them.
A black reverse cross.
"Wither Robe!"
The divine power's eyes were so sharp that he immediately recognized the black and white robe as the "Blighted robe", a valuable treasure that Claudia had stolen from the Holy Spirit Temple of Dejia and was later inexplicably robbed by the Illuminati.
The robes reappeared, and a heavy pressure of death immediately enveloped the entire scene. Under this invisible pressure, even the corpse cyclone in the sea of corpses was suppressed. Countless green ghost fires were forced out from the overlapping corpses and floated in the air,
Stand still.
Without pausing, Ramsay directly put on the "Blighting Robe" on his body.
"boom!"
A strong and substantial wave of death immediately emerged, centered on Ramsay, and spread.
Inspired by this, the sound of prayers and hymns suddenly rose again, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, filling the entire space.
At the same time, node-like pillars of light rose from the priests' heads, like supports and fulcrums, forming a huge radiant structure that contained the roaring waves of death.
In the center, Pagoris and three other bishops stretched their palms forward at the same time, revealing a dazzling light that focused on Ramsay.
But at this moment, Bishop Ramsay was as silent as a corpse, with a stiff face and no breath. He only relied on the cross-bright light falling on his body and a pair of solid crosses in his eyes to retain the last trace of life as a human being.
Slowly, Ramsay floated up into the air, until he came under the dim cross of light, and his aura broke through to the level of the Ultimate Path.
"Holy Spirit Pastor!?"
Looking at Ramsay with his arms spread out, as if embracing all the corpses, Moriarty was suddenly stunned.
A moment ago, he was a bishop with a lot of light power. At this time, he was violently radiating the purest wave of death. That was the death rhythm of the death priest of Dejia Holy Spirit Temple.
"Wake up, sunken soul! Take your resentment and anger and take revenge on this turbid world!"
Following Ramsay's oracle-like incantation, the sea of corpses that had been silent for hundreds of years began to slowly tremble. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
