Ioctaph flew back like a kite with his string cut off, his cardinal robes were in tatters, blood sprayed from his mouth like mist, his eyes were closed tightly, and he lost consciousness.
Suddenly, the expression on his face became distorted, and holy light burst out from his body one after another, and four pairs of white wings were woven on his back.
His eyes slowly opened, and his light blue eyes became cold and colorless, staring at Lucien indifferently with a condescending majesty.
"Angels are coming?"
Lucien's surprised voice reached Octave's ears, and he couldn't help but said with a little complacency and pride: "We are righteous people who have come to the favor of the Lord, and we are disciples who truly uphold the Lord's will. Naturally, angels will come.
Power saves you, you fallen morning star will eventually be purified by us!"
He spoke rapidly, speaking in the celestial language recorded in the Holy Scriptures.
After all, Octave realized that he was possessed by an angel, and his thinking was sharp and unusually clear. He understood that this kind of power could not last long, and if the two sides continued to fight, there would be too much noise, which could easily cause the Glory Cathedral and the Holm Royal
The magic tower and Nexor Palace paid attention, so the wings behind it flapped, and countless ethereal and dreamy light spots floated out, converging into a majestic and majestic aura, surging towards Lucien.
Seeing Lucien transformed into a celestial knight, blocking left and right, even if he exerted the strange power of his left hand, he could not break this "holy aura" in a short period of time. Octave snorted contemptuously, without entanglement, and flashed and flew.
When he arrived at Lunde's side, he was hit by the crystal dragon's breath and fell into a state of mental paralysis. He relied on his four pairs of wings to block the dragon's claw attack, and forcibly broke away from the shackles around him, escaping from the "salvation"
cathedral".
The wings converged and the light dissipated. Octa used his magical skills to merge with Lund into the darkness and walked away quietly. He knew very well that Lucien and his "demon pet" could not catch up. If they
If Xingzang is exposed, he will definitely be regarded as the first target of erasure by Salde, Stone and other eight or nine level cardinals and elite night watchmen, so they must seize the opportunity to leave now.
Continuously changing his whereabouts, Octave used different magical spells to deal with the traces. When Lund recovered, he used his special ability to eliminate blood to cover up, and then he really went to his destination.
The previous battle stopped in time without disturbing the big shots in the city, so the night was quiet and deep, making people feel peaceful.
"I didn't expect to meet Lucien Evans..." Lund said with deep hatred. He only felt that he was not strong enough and could not kill this extremely evil and cunning devil on the spot.
Octave snorted: "He can only succeed with a sneak attack. If they are talking to Richard and we come later, then they may not be able to escape, but pay attention to his left hand. It is very weird, much like your elimination
Bloodline, but it seems to be better in nature, and it feels like my rank suppresses my divine skills."
"Rank suppression? Is it the suppression of divine magic by high-ranking angels? Was Lucien really an archangel, a fallen morning star, and the left wing of God before he was reincarnated?" Lund said in shock. Although he and many night watchmen often referred to themselves as fallen angels or
Fallen Morning Star came to call Lucien, but he actually didn't take it seriously. He always thought that His Majesty the Pope explained it this way in order to eliminate the influence.
Octave was so miserable with his left hand just now. He was so frightened that he did not refute Lunde, but became silent, suspecting that this might be the case.
In unspeakable silence, the two walked forward for a while, and then Octave whispered: "Wait a minute and ask the great prophet. He is the 'King of Angels', coming with the will of the Lord to destroy the fallen pope.
, we should know Lucien’s secret so that we can be more targeted when dealing with him in the future.
Lund nodded slightly: "We have to apologize to the great prophet later. We failed to win over Richard, and we failed to kill him and put the blame on the magician. By the way, Mr. Bishop, why have you become verbose in your speech?
A lot of unnecessary things don’t need to be said.”
He meant that when Octave mentioned the great prophet just now, he only needed to say that he was the "King of Angels" who came and should know Lucien's secret. There was no need to insert a paragraph about the fallen pope in the middle, for fear that he would not know.
But he is also a core member of this secret organization, what doesn’t he know?
Octave touched his face where the wound could no longer be seen under the treatment. The heartbreaking pain still clearly appeared in his mind, making his head swollen and his thinking slow, so he said bitterly: "The wound was on the head just now.
Maybe the verbal and physical skills are a little out of control.”
Lund nodded in understanding, without saying anything more, and turned into a shabby little church with Octave.
The chapel is unexpectedly holy and bright, almost comparable to the Great Hall of Light in the holy city of Reims. The contrast between the inside and outside is so great that people are shocked.
But Octave and Lund did not look away, as if they were back in their own homes, walking familiarly through the prayer hall and toward the confessional.
"Are you back?" A tough and energetic young man walked over. He looked to be only about thirty years old, but he was wearing the iconic cardinal's robe.
Octave nodded slightly: "Arthur, the operation failed."
He recognized this man as the most important cardinal beside the great prophet and the most talented priest in Holm diocese in the past fifty years. He became a cardinal before the age of thirty-five and is now in the ninth degree.
, is one of the most promising candidates to become the Holy Spirit Pastor. Unfortunately, he has been excluded from the core of power in Holm Diocese because he is too radical.
Arthur, who has the popular name of Holm, narrowed his eyes in surprise: "Failed? You failed to take down Richard with three level nine scrolls?"
"We were about to succeed, but we met Lucien Evans. He should have come to lobby Richard." Octave didn't know why, but he didn't mention Lucien Evans' weirdness, thinking it was due to himself and Lun
The secret of Germany can only be told to the great! Prophet "We were attacked by him unexpectedly and fell into a passive position. Moreover, his familiar is a giant dragon, so we can only rely on the ability of the angel to escape."
Arthur's brown eyes seemed to have a strange color for a moment. He pondered and said: "This is an opportunity to not spread the news about Lucien Evans' contact with Richard for the time being. This may be beneficial to our future."
Moreover, without evidence, spreading the word about Richard’s prestige among the middle and lower-level clergy would not have any good effect.”
Lund said calmly: "Arthur, I know what you mean, but the only person who can ultimately make the decision on this matter is the great prophet."
Arthur left here without saying anything and returned to Rentat Abbey.
Octave and Lund continued to walk along the corridor, and unexpectedly encountered seven or eight cardinal-level clergy along the way. This was already most of the senior members of their secret organization, and they were also Hall.
Representatives of the most radical faction in the diocese of Holm account for about a quarter of the senior staff of the diocese of Holm.
"What's going on? Why are they all here?" Octave looked at Lund who had developed himself.
Lund shook his head and said that he didn't know either: "Maybe there is something urgent that needs to be discussed, and we happen to be out on a mission. We will find out when we see the great prophet."
After knocking on the door of the confessional, a gentle and clear voice came from inside: "Octaf Lund, are you back? Come in."
Pushing open the door, Octave and Lund walked into the confessional and saluted the great prophet who stood up after finishing his confession.
The confessional was very narrow, and an ordinary candlestick emitted a dying light, making the room very dark, with long shadows and a depressing and terrifying feeling.
The great prophet wearing a plain white linen robe stood in the shadows, and no one could see his face clearly. Only those deep eyes that seemed to contain the whole world attracted everyone's attention, as if even the soul would fall into it.
.
Octave saw a book in the prophet's hand, but before he could see the name clearly, he heard the prophet say without any anger: "The mission failed?"
"Yes." Octave and Lund both bowed their heads deeply, and then recounted in detail what had happened before.
"This has nothing to do with you. It's my fault. I didn't consult the oracle in advance and couldn't get the enlightenment on this matter." The prophet said sadly, as if he was the one who failed, and then his tone became excited. "
However, this shows that we are on the right path. If we do not take action, the clergy of the diocese will be seduced and corrupted one by one by evil magicians, and the Pope and some members of the College of Cardinals are the evil accomplices!"
"You are a great prophet, leading us to fight against evil." Octave and Lund both drew the cross on their chests, "Only the truth will last forever!"
"What do you think of Cardinal Sard? Is it possible that he will join us?" the prophet asked the two of them.
Octave and Lund raised their heads and looked at the prophet with some confusion, why are they still asking this question?
In confusion and with focused eyes, Octave finally saw clearly the name of the book held in the prophet's hand:
"Interpretation of Dreams".
"Great prophet, why are you reading such a strange book?" Octave looked at the prophet in astonishment, and saw that the prophet's face suddenly twisted, and a sacred and inexplicable brilliance emerged from his body, with white wings of light.
It unfolded, covering the confessional room and the sky that appeared at an unknown time. It was so dazzling and dazzling that people couldn't help but bend down to worship.
"Six-Winged Seraph, that's not right..."
Octave was shocked to see that the prophet's face became extremely beautiful, like the legendary "face of God". However, this face made him feel inexplicably familiar, as if he had just seen it.
A strange smile appeared on that handsome face, and lightning flashed in Octave's mind before he blurted out:
"Lucien = Evans!"
The confessional disappeared, the chapel disappeared, and everything around him disappeared. Octave opened his eyes and saw Richard, the crystal dragon and Lucien Evans watching him intently.
What's going on? Was it a dream just now?
While Octave was in shock and panic, Lucien smiled and spoke:
"The characters you meet are the reflection of your heart. I think I know who are probably members of your organization..."
"The chapel is in tatters, but the inside is comparable to the Great Hall of Light. This shows that you think you are doing a sacred thing, but you must hide it in the darkness, be stained with blood if necessary, and look up to heaven from hell...
…”
"If you can't see the prophet's face clearly, it means that when you see him, his appearance has changed or there is only a voice..."
"The confessional room is narrow, dark, depressing and terrifying, which means that when you first met him, you were at your lowest and most angry time. You thought you were in the darkest and most depressing stage of your life, and the environment at that time should be similar..."
"Finally, I saw the wings of light from the prophet, which shows that he has demonstrated in front of you the ability that is enough to win your trust. Perhaps it is the 'angel coming' hidden in you..."
As Lucien spoke in a straightforward manner, Octave gradually turned pale. In his eyes, Lucien Evans turned his back to the light overflowing from the "Church of Redemption", as if he had really grown six pairs of huge lights.
The wings made him unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.