The center of Stone City is not the city lord's palace, but the Holy Church Cathedral. Even among the hundreds of churches in the city, it is the largest and most splendid.
At this moment, in the dome hall of this cathedral, on the most conspicuous central stone high-backed chair, an inconspicuous old man sat quietly. The papal robe with an exaggerated red and black color was draped on his body, because of his figure.
He is short and stooped and looks extremely loose.
Below the pope, six cardinals bowed their heads slightly and lined up on both sides, silent.
After many years, the high-level leaders of the Holy Church have gathered together again.
The pope stretched out his withered and lean fingers under his robes and leaned on the seat. His strange eyes with black whites looked down at the entire church hall.
The sunlight passes through the rose windows around the dome and casts beautiful patterns on the ground. Smooth and soft high-grade velvet covers all the floor tiles. Patterns and statues are arranged on the white marble pillars. The hall is gorgeous and holy everywhere.
The Pope raised his head with a solemn face: "After the Red Apocalypse, Christmas Day is coming. This year's Holy Day will be the last one. The Lord will come to the world in a sacred posture and draw a circle for all things."
"Holy, great Lord! At that time, all souls will be transcendent and free from all suffering."
After the cardinals finished chanting, Xiute walked out of the queue and said:
"Dear Your Majesty the Pope, the heretics' attack on our holy religion has been getting stronger and stronger recently. Many believers have been killed and injured, and the pilgrimage of the lost lambs has also been greatly hindered."
"Is it because of the rumored tomb owner?" The Pope looked at Xiute calmly.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope. After my investigation, the owner of the Tomb of the Living Dead has taken over all the tomb owners and became the first great tomb owner in history. What is frustrating is that we still don't know his identity.
What it really looks like." Shuter said.
"Are you worried that this tomb owner will affect our holy sacrifice?"
The pope's tone was neither sad nor happy, and the five bishops around him all looked coldly at Xiute.
"Bishop Suter, your faith has been shaken," said a cardinal.
Shaken? I have long since dedicated everything to the Lord.
Shute began to visualize the infinitely glorious beetle in his mind, but this time, he was horrified to find that in addition to the image of the Lord, he also remembered the tall figure standing silently in the darkness that day.
"Don't worry, you can even welcome the appearance of the Great Tomb Master. The Crimson Apocalypse reveals the unified nature of all things. People gather here for pilgrimage. The tomb owners unite with the Great Tomb Master. This is the Lord's will that drives everything to happen."
The Pope smiled.
Is this so that the owner of the tomb is also the manifestation of the Lord’s will?
Seeing the determined Pope on the stage, Xiute's inner uneasiness dissipated, and the eyes of the other five bishops also showed pious light.
His Majesty the Pope is indeed a great wise man in the Holy Church, with profound insights that ordinary people cannot possess.
"The elements are being completed. Next, everyone needs to go to the area you are responsible for to host the ceremony. This time, no one will be absent."
After the Pope issued the final mission, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully on the seat. His breath faintly dispersed into the city, matching the powerful breath in the dark.
Dangdangdang~
The bells of the church bell rang loudly at the right time, and the bishops bowed respectfully to the old pope and left one after another.
…
In the early morning, explosions lit up all over the city as usual, and members from various living dead organizations launched new attacks on various locations of the Holy Cult.
The street was packed with people, and was not affected. Lin Yuan also walked out of the city lord's mansion and stopped at an ordinary breakfast shop.
"A basket of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge." Lin Yuan sat on a long bench and said loudly.
"Does the guest want tofu stuffing or cabbage stuffing?" the breakfast shop owner smiled brightly.
"Then, let's have something stuffed with tofu." Lin Yuan was slightly surprised.
"No problem, guest, please wait a moment." The breakfast shop owner got busy enthusiastically.
The square tables in the store were already full of people, and people were chatting and laughing about the grand events of the Holy Festival in previous years.
Lin Yuan sat alone in the corner, listening quietly, looking at the shop owner and his half-missing head, "He's becoming more and more like a normal person. Four days ago, he couldn't tell the difference between fillings."
Doujiao was cleaning the tentacles on his head, and was filled with emotion, "There are more and more people in the city, and people will become smarter and smarter. Every year on the Holy Festival, there are huge crowds of people everywhere, and the corpses at this time are no different from ordinary people.
A truly holy day.”
"Individually, these people are dead and incomplete, but as a whole, their wisdom has been complemented and become relatively complete. People from all directions are pouring into this city, and the Black Death Immortal is also returning. But there is a hidden divine aura
It seems that it is not completely consistent with the Black Death Immortal at its root." Lin Yuan said while looking at the church in the distance.
"Can you even sense this?" Doujiao asked in surprise.
It was only vaguely aware of the restlessness of the sacred aura when it was once connected to the Black Death Immortal's will. What else did the man in front of it not know?
Doujiao lay on Lin Yuan's shoulder, becoming more and more respectful. The longer they stayed together, the more he felt how unfathomable Lin Yuan was.
This is definitely no ordinary traveler.
"The longer you observe, the more you will know. Doujiao, have you noticed any changes in yourself? For example, the mysterious inscription on your back." Lin Yuan said.
"Do you know the reason for its appearance?" Doujiao looked expectant. Recently, its white carapace has indeed gained many bright red lines.
Lin Yuan nodded, "This Holy Festival should be the last one. As expected, the Lord mentioned by the Holy Cult will come. You were once a member of the Black Death Immortal, and the changes in your body are a sign.
"
"Lord, will he come? Your Excellency, Lord of the Great Tomb, then..."
"At that time, all the undead will return to their ashes, the underground kingdom will disappear, and you will not be spared either." Lin Yuandan said calmly.
Doujiao fell into a long silence.
"Guest, here are the steamed buns and porridge you ordered." The shop owner brought the breakfast and carefully placed it on the table in front of Lin Yuan.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Outside the store, the street lit up with explosion fire, and many people were blown into corpses again, lying on the ground motionless. A group of people hurried away in disgrace, wearing
The men in Holy Cult uniforms pursued him with cold expressions.
…
There are only 2 days left until Holy Day arrives.
The intensity of the conflict between the living dead group and the Holy Cult increased again, and even the city lord's palace was surrounded by priests three times inside and three outside.
The corpses in the city continue to move closer to the living people. They are already in a fearful mood and will stay away from the city lord's palace when they go to the church to worship.
Lin Yuan saw all this, but he did not take any action. Now, in addition to being the master of the tomb, all other matters have been handed over to Xu Ping'an.
Xu Ping'an didn't take the camp too seriously. The living dead were all people who had been too deeply eroded by soul-eating insects and could not be counted as living people. During this period, he used the power given by Lin Yuan to set his sights on those who fell underground.
People all over the world rely on the resources of the camp organization to search and rescue.
During the process, he clashed with people from the Holy Cult many times, but with the strength of the third level and the wisdom of a living person, Xu Pingan escaped without any danger. Occasionally, he met a cardinal and a man with a pocket watch pendant.
The shield can also protect him from being captured.
On the street, Lin Yuan walked against the flow of people and walked out of the city.
"Your Excellency, Lord of the Tomb, what exactly are you looking for? The Lord is definitely a seventh-level saint. If she comes, will you really be safe? Where are you going now?"
Doujiao jumped from one side to the other side of Lin Yuan's shoulder. Ever since he knew that he would die on the holy day, he found that he had suddenly become more open-minded. Now, he was curious about what the mysterious man in front of him was going to do.
"Doujiao, Doujiao, you are still very scared, aren't you? I have separated you from the life of the Black Death Immortal, and now you are starting to think for yourself. It's good that you want to know my purpose, but
There are many things in this world that are far beyond your imagination.”
Lin Yuan said cheerfully, summoning a ball of civilization power in his hand, "Now, can you see what I have in my hand?"
"Sorry, if you really have something in your hand, I can't see it." Doujiao said honestly.
"Yes, there are always some things in the world that are difficult to understand. If I say that you need to be at the level of a Star Lord to touch the things in my hand, then you will definitely not understand what kind of existence a Star Lord is." Lin Yuan said.
"You are right. Alas, this world is so wonderful and mysterious." Doujiao sighed, feeling insignificant because he was just a beetle.
"Curiosity and annoyance... these two things are indispensable in real life. Doujiao, the Lord will come, but the Lord who comes is not sure to be the Black Death Immortal." Lin Yuan said meaningfully.
"Sir, besides the Black Death Immortal, who else is qualified to become a saint?" Doujiao was surprised.
Lin Yuan did not explain further.
His pace became faster and faster. With each step he took, the nearby streets flashed by. Soon, he came to the edge of Stone City.
The bustling crowd parted automatically, the air rippled, and the next moment, a pink and beautiful girl appeared out of thin air.
It was Lina who had reassembled her body after a few months.
"Xiao Lin!" Lina smiled as brightly as a flower when she saw Lin Yuan, and ran over cheering, and then she saw the little beetle on Lin Yuan's shoulder.
"Hey, there's also a little beetle." She said with bright eyes.
"The little guy's name is Doujiao." Lin Yuan said with a smile.
Lina stretched out her little hand, and Kabuto found helplessly that with her fifth-level strength, she couldn't move, so she was picked up casually.
"Poor Doujiao meets someone he can't afford to mess with again."
The little beetle struggled for a few times, lamented in his heart, and simply spread out its six legs and let the girl touch it.
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