The first thing you see when you leave the passage is an incredibly large underground space, as if a giant has used his body to support the rock wall above your head, making it as unreachable as the sky. From above
The jagged rock pillars hanging down reflect the lonely cold light, quite like the reflection of stars. In a dark world so empty and desolate that the end of the line of sight cannot be reached, the outline of the ancient city is looming, casting a shadow into the depths of the nun's eyes.
The giant shadows of the forest. Those gray-white buildings with crosses and spires, seem to have grown out of the earth. They are integrated with the rocks and soil. There are also layers of scaffolding on the surface.
From a distance, it looks like a barbed wire fence that occupies an entire cliff. These are the traces left by the work of archaeologists from the Institute of Prehistoric Heritage.
All the houses, towers, city walls and temples that I saw were all incomplete and damaged. They had been damaged to varying degrees in the past disaster of turmoil in the world: some were scarred, but barely preserved their appearance intact; and some were in pieces.
, leaving only a lonely ruined wall. But from the remaining light of these buildings, we can still see the strength and confidence of people placed in the earth and stone. It is difficult to imagine what the ancestors of ancient times actually did.
How could such a magnificent city be built just after emerging from ignorance?
I guess everything is inseparable from the teachings of the saints, right?
He analyzed spirituality, brought magic, and helped the weak human race rise from the brutal and heroic battles of hundreds of tribes; he respected the heaven and earth, founded religion, and helped people who were still confused about the future establish their spiritual beliefs; he was a man in the true sense of the word.
He was a perfect man, not only talented in magic and religion, but also this ancient and magnificent city was built under his planning and guidance. He served this city and the people living in it.
It brought inexhaustible magic, prosperous commerce, handicrafts and textile industries that made life more convenient... and then proudly gave it the name "Yaldes", which means
For: eternal glory and peace.
There is no doubt about the saint's best wishes, but he may not have thought at that time that a disaster would bury his hard-earned creation underground, and it will forever lose its brilliance from the ground; and now, those who follow his teachings
, people who call themselves devout believers will use weapons here without permission, causing it to lose forever the peace he has blessed.
Perhaps such a thing as eternity did not exist in the first place. It is really ironic to say that before the disaster, Saint Tumi always protected this great city and never let it experience any war. However, countless
After years have passed, believers in his name are here to make up for all the missing things, proving that time is just repeating what has already happened.
Standing on the edge of the broken cliff, a place where you could both overlook the streets of the city and the outline of the city, Sister Livia saw the flickering of gunfire in the distance, illuminating a deep shadow until a few seconds passed.
Only then could there be a vague sound of roaring magic guns, shaking the smoke and sand underground. She felt that the cliff under her feet was also shaking, as if it might collapse at any time, but she had no intention of leaving, and still looked at the believers quietly.
One after another, they rushed towards the Crusaders guarding this place, as if the tide was rushing unstoppably towards the breakwater on the shore, crashing into an enemy they could not defeat. Among those insignificant water droplets, there were her friends in the Battle Sisters,
There are also colleagues she has only met once, and brothers and sisters whom she doesn't know but greet her with a smile every morning... They are all dying. They look so heroic, but in fact they are just the most insignificant victims under the bombardment.
An inch of dust.
She also saw the figure of Brother Mufasa, because his red clothes appeared so clearly in the dark vision. He stood unswervingly at the forefront of the wave, as if guiding the believers in the direction of charge. He raised his left hand high
A ball of pure white light arose, and the sacred and glorious realm spread out around him with him as the center. An angel wearing silver armor, holding a golden sword and a silver shield, and with four wings on his back appeared behind him, constantly using his hands to
The sword pierced the heart of the red monk, and when it was pulled out, the blood in the sky spread into a brilliant rain of light. All the injuries of the believers who were bathed in the rain of light in the field were healed in an instant, even if they had fallen down.
He stood up again, but in contrast, Brother Mufasa's face became paler and paler, and the light in his hands became increasingly dim.
Sister Livia clearly realized that it was the power of the Sequence 3 magician [Balance Holder] of the [Justice] path, who used the power of [Sacrifice] to heal friendly creatures within the area, as long as the injuries were not instantaneous fatal.
, can be brought back from the edge of death, but the cost is to consume one's own vitality.
Since the animist believers collectively evacuated the land of Renkweil, Mufasa, the Convict of the True Spirit Sect, has become a headache for the sect and an enemy they want to get rid of quickly. However, they are concerned about the stability of the Seven Stars Area.
He didn't do this. However, today he took the initiative to come to the door, and put on a posture that he would rather die than retreat. Presumably, the Holy Crusaders were confused and made up their minds: they must completely kill Mufasa the Convict.
Stay in this dark underground world and eradicate this serious threat.
Enlightenment and sacrifice are the eternal keynotes in the world of faith, but does everyone think so? Is there not a moment when they have doubted this kind of thing? There was a flash in Sister Livia's mind.
Such thoughts were quickly thrown away by her, because there was not much time left for her. The sacrifices of Brother Mufasa and other brothers and sisters were all to buy time for her. In this case, how could she
By lingering here, have you failed to live up to their expectations?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She closed her eyes and said a brief prayer at the end: "In the name of the Holy Trinity of the Holy Mother, the Saint and the Holy Spirit."
"Please wish that our souls will return to your country in enlightenment."
As she finished speaking, thousands of dazzling rays of light suddenly burst out from her palms. The light overflowed along the gaps between her fingers, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day.
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At the same time, in the deepest part of the ancient city of Aldes, within the ruins of the Great Hermitage of All Saints Gospel.
The dark witch Carabosse seemed to have sensed something. She raised her head and looked through the shattered flower window, seeing a little light shining in the distant world, and a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.
"I see." She whispered as if to herself: "No wonder Mufasa made such a radical choice. Is it all for you? But I am very curious, Holy Son of the True Spirit Sect, do you have any
Are you qualified to undertake such awareness and sacrifice?"
The voice of Adjutant Floyd came from behind: "Sir, the elevator is ready and can transport the research materials at any time. As for the True Spirit believers attacking here, Octavian has led the troops to fight them. Although I don't know
They came out of nowhere, but our response was quite timely, so the other side had no chance of winning."
"Well, then please transport those research materials back first, Freud. However, the stone carvings of "The First Interpretation of Spirituality" were originally left here temporarily. I have other uses."
"I would venture to ask, what kind of use is it, Lord Carabosse?"
"Just an interesting experiment."
Carabosse looked at the light that was approaching here and said lightly: "I just need someone to cooperate with me."
Seeing how serious she was, Floyd, as the adjutant, made a joke: "How about I cooperate with you?"
"If you knew the content of the experiment," Carabosse glanced at him, "Maybe you wouldn't say that."