"We found this when we were investigating the camp." Verol saw the shock and confusion of Hao Ren and others, so he took out a tattered black book from his arms and handed it over, "It explains
Uncovered the secret of that legion."
Hao Ren took the thick, tattered and almost shapeless book: "This is..."
"This is an ancient note. It was originally a powerful holy object. It once belonged to a high-ranking bishop or ascetic monk. It should be a prayer book. The initial verses recorded on it allowed it to survive the time in the nightmare world.
Erosion, probably because of this, its original owner chose to record some crucial things on it... You don't need to look at the previous scriptures, those are basically unrecognizable, and there are still three points of notes at the back.
One can read."
Hao Ren carefully opened the prayer book and found the second half of the handwriting.
"The power of... is moving away. The dusk storm... has cut off the connection with.... The situation has begun to deteriorate. Bishop Aaron tried to call (unidentifiable place or person name), but there was no response. We
Maybe it has been... I worry that the secular supplies will soon be contaminated by the power of..., and valuable things that happen in the future will be recorded in this prayer book...
"...On the 76th, we have been trapped here for more than two months. Only two scouts returned. They said...it was confirmed that the Warden Corps was destroyed, and those powerful war colossi and magic weapons seemed to be lost.
In the place where they were destroyed, you can see... Dusk Fortress and Mithril Fortress were in darkness, losing the light of divine grace. At this point, it is almost certain that the wardens had an accident, maybe...
"... Various supplies are almost exhausted, and there is still no hope of the situation improving... The passage to the real world is locked. The Heroic Soul Legion does not need food and water, but the consumption of holy water and incense cannot be replenished.
, without these things, even the heroic soul... is corrupted and distorted. At the bishops' meeting, we discussed the possibility of finding a substitute, but in this nightmare world, I am afraid that nothing can resist Rock Marton...
"The passage of time is becoming strange. We don't seem to feel the alternation of day and night anymore, but it is also possible that the alternation of day and night in this world has really stopped. After the warden left... but the position is still there, we should be able to hold it.
Just how long will it take to defend? The demigod guards have left, and the legions of the demigod guards have also retreated. Only us legions of heroic souls transformed from mortals are left, continuing to stand in this empty nightmare space and seem to be lost.
Meaning...
"...There was a fierce battle, with many casualties, but in the end we succeeded in repelling Rock Marton's minions, and the position was still firmly in the hands of the Knights. Perhaps our persistence was compromised by Rock Marton's minions.
The words are indeed meaningless, but so what - at least it is meaningful to ourselves. In addition, I suffered some injuries in the battle, but the effect of healing magic on the wounds is extremely weak, which is very abnormal.
need……"
"... Two months later, the wound finally began to heal, but it looked a little weird, and there seemed to be some growth around the wound... I found other soldiers who had been injured, and found that half of them had a similar situation, with some growth near the wound.
Proliferative tissue. Later, the bishops conducted an investigation and found that... there were more abnormal changes. Some soldiers' limbs were atrophied or deformed. Although it was very slight, this did not seem to be a good sign...
"...More and more mutations are being produced, and the situation is getting weirder. After the last battle, it was discovered that all healing magic no longer works, but everyone's wound self-healing ability has become unprecedentedly powerful, which is almost worth
Although the healing magic has lost its effect, various incomprehensible growths always appear in the wounds after healing. Removing them will lead to more...
"Long-spirited, a little dazed, vaguely remembering what I forgot, but life is still busy. Today is a day to pray...?
"...I saw my own appearance on the reflective shield. I don't know when I sprouted a new tentacle... Bishop Aaron has completely changed into an unrecognizable appearance, but the smell is still his... My two
The attendants also became very strange. I couldn't tell who they were because they were so similar now that I had to put cloth belts of different colors on them...
"Writing has become very difficult...I don't know what to write. I feel that my thinking is getting more and more chaotic, and it is difficult to recall a lot...The bishops seem to have forgotten a crucial ceremony a long time ago. I vaguely remember that ceremony.
I still have some impression, but what exactly is it...
"... After the battle, many people were injured and were waiting for healing. They vaguely remembered that there was a way to speed up the healing of wounds... What was it?
"Writing these things...recording...can no longer be understood...I am...is..."
The subsequent records have all turned into unidentifiable chaotic symbols and abstract and terrifying graffiti, and are no longer readable.
"He should be the one who persisted the longest," Verrall said slowly. "The diaries he left behind gave us valuable information, allowing us to roughly guess what happened here after the wardens left this place.
Things. The power of Rock Marton will continue to corrupt the creatures that enter the nightmare world, whether they are ordinary people or powerful priests. The Holy Spirit will gradually be transformed into a part of the nightmare as long as it loses the continuous support of holy objects."
Hao Ren returned this precious notebook to Bishop Verol: "They don't seem to have been completely transformed yet."
"But they have lost their human minds," the old bishop sighed. "They still retain the instinct to fight against the chaos monsters, and they seem to be still resisting the erosion of Rock Marton, but they are no longer able to communicate or think. We are here
After contacting them, we tried many negotiation methods, but no progress was made. The only result so far is that... they will not attack us."
Gordon, the king of mountains and rivers, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.
"We can consider this matter slowly," Hao Ren still remembered the purpose of coming to this space. The appearance of the "Legion of the End" was just an accident. Although it requires concern, the root cause of all this must be solved first.
——Rock Marton, "I want to know, how did you transfer the entire City of Gods? What happened at that time? What happened in the City of Gods? Those popes..."
"We also have many questions," Verol glanced at Hao Ren and the rock giants behind Hao Ren, "I think we both need an in-depth meeting. Come back to the City of God's Favor with us, His Majesty the Pope will meet
Tell you everything."
"Pope?!" Hao Ren was stunned when he heard this, "You mean August VII? Didn't he already..."
"Please remember one thing - the people of the Sanctuary will never give in, even in front of Rock Marton," the old bishop said lightly, "I know your doubts, come on, in the city of God's favor, you will get
All the answers.”
The city of the gods on the scorched earth plains - even if it fell into this nightmare world dominated by Rock Marton, it still stood proudly. Those scarred walls and mottled blackened towers seemed to tell the story of its efforts to rush into this land.
The hard price paid on the battlefield also symbolizes the indomitable spirit of the Sanctuary people. After entering the city, you can see various severely damaged buildings and almost shapeless streets. There are many tall churches and towers. In fact,
Already on the verge of collapse, due to the loss of their foundation, they are now completely supported by magical power. A slight halo flows between the cracked stone slabs and metal, preventing them from immediately disintegrating.
Many workers are busy among these damaged buildings. They are working hard to repair those buildings that are less damaged and can last longer, and to demolish those temples and towers that can no longer stand at all and rely entirely on divine magic to maintain.
Among the ruins that have completely collapsed, there are many metal golems with magic runes engraved on their bodies busy - they seem to be collecting useful materials from the ruins.
The whole city looked severely damaged, but everything seemed in order. Hao Ren's first thought when he saw this scene was: the teleportation of the City of Gods was by no means a sudden situation, but had various plans in place.
!
There is only one person who has the ability to arrange such a thing, and that is the Pope, August VII, who can control everything in the Holy City.
So in the real world outside, who is the Pope who was corrupted by the World-Splitting Blade and blocked everyone?!
With such questions, Hao Ren and his party walked through the dilapidated streets of the Holy City. Under the leadership of High Bishop Verol, they passed through the mortal ring and the path of saints on the outer layer of the city, and finally arrived at the core of the Holy City.
A circular block called the Divine Side.
This was once the center of the Goddess Sect. All the apex cathedrals and privy archives were concentrated in this smallest ring-shaped block, and the largest building among them was the Icon Palace where the Pope lived - II
The "human symbols" of the eleven wardens are also located in it. However, now, the damage to the Divine Side has been far greater than that of the other two rings. Eighty percent of its buildings have suffered devastating blows.
The area where the Icon Palace is located is even more blank - obviously, that palace remains in the real world outside.
Carathius looked at the city where he had lived for most of his life and couldn't help but be filled with emotion. In the first half of his life, he never thought that his hometown, the eternal holy city, would one day be baptized by the flames of war. However,
In just a few short months, Asuman was gradually extinguished, the Holy Land fell, and the Holy City was attacked. This glorious city has turned into this. It was still bright and bright when he set out, but when he waited
Date of return…
But it was in this nightmare realm that he saw the ruined holy city that had survived the disaster.
Since the Icon Palace has remained in the real world, the temporary center of the Holy City is now a cathedral located on the side of God's Will - in fact, it is also the only intact building left in the side of God's Will. In this city that is slightly illuminated by the Holy Light
In the illuminated cathedral, Hao Ren and his party saw the "His Majesty the Pope" that Verrol said.
An old man was sitting on a chair. His feet were bare, and he was wearing a thick robe whose color could no longer be seen. He was holding a simple crutch made of bent wattle wood. The old man was extremely thin, almost skinny, and his limbs were even
It could be said that he was as skinny as firewood. He sat there like a hard and rugged thorn, with his messy white hair scattered behind his head.