It was dark in the cell, you couldn't see your fingers, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.
Anyone who is locked up in a cell will undoubtedly have the illusion of being buried alive in a grave. Extreme loneliness, darkness, depression, and desolation. Sometimes, it may even be easier than pure torture to make a person completely
The ground collapsed.
"I didn't expect that the Church of Light could have such a dark place!" Ariel sighed silently in his heart.
He never imagined that as a believer in the Dark Temple, he would sometimes be afraid of the dark.
However, he didn't think too much about it.
Because at this moment, his attention was completely attracted by the mysterious fluorescent pattern that suddenly appeared on his hand.
"When did this thing appear?" Ariel was deeply puzzled, "Who made it famous?"
Initially, he guessed that this was a mark placed by the Church of Light on the prisoners as a mark of identity and a tool for tracking; if the prisoners suddenly escaped, the Church of Light could use such marks to locate them and easily capture them.
.
However, Ariel soon felt that there was no aura of divine favor from the Goddess of Light on this mysterious pattern, and this pattern was not exclusive to the divine favor of the God of Darkness in his body.
If he guessed correctly, this should be a power without attributes that is closer to the origin of the world.
"Perhaps...this is the work of the Messenger?" A bold idea came to Ariel's mind, "The Messenger did not regard me as an abandoned son, but still paid attention to me in this way and planned to use me
Get out of this prison?"
Thinking of this, he was vaguely moved. He felt that although this "messenger" upheld the will of the great god, he still retained his humanity. But when he thought about it again, he felt that he was being sentimental.
What if... the function of this mysterious pattern is not to rescue him, but to prevent him from leaking secrets?
Just as Ariel was thinking wildly, the fluorescent pattern in his palm suddenly changed unexpectedly.
The six-pointed star pattern suddenly escaped from his palm and floated into the air, slowly rotating and emitting brilliant light in all directions, illuminating the narrow and gloomy cell.
For a moment, it was as if the sun was shining brightly in the sky.
Ariel was horrified.
Although his hands were still handcuffed, he jumped up as if reflexively and blocked the small window of the cell with his back, fearing that the soldiers guarding outside would notice anything strange.
But this dazzling light did not last long.
After a few minutes, the area of the six-pointed star pattern became dozens of times its original size, then rotated, slowly sank, and finally merged with the ground.
At the same time, the light gradually faded.
Eventually, the entire cell returned to darkness again, as if nothing had happened.
Ariel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sure enough, everything is under the control of 'Lord Messenger'." He sighed from the bottom of his heart. The tense nerves all over his body also relaxed.
But the peace at this time did not last long.
About a quarter of an hour later, Ariel heard a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly coming from the window of the cell, which was also mixed with the sound of metal hitting the ground.
Out of curiosity, or boredom, Ariel involuntarily moved his eyes to the cell window again.
After all, anyone who can be imprisoned by the Church of Light in the Northern Tribunal is definitely not an ordinary person, either a heretic with an unusual status like Ariel, or a criminal who has committed a major blasphemy.
Because of this, Ariel wanted to know the identity of his "neighbor". If that was his colleague back then, maybe they could help each other and complete the "Lord Messenger" plan together.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
After his pupils gradually adapted to the light outside the narrow window, he saw the backs of a group of people. More than ten soldiers were escorting a tall woman along the corridor and deeper into the dungeon.
The woman had long silver-white hair that was as bright as snow, hanging down to her waist like a waterfall. Although the light in the corridor was not very bright, her long hair still shone brightly, highlighting her arrogant and cold temperament.
The group of people's backs quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
But after seeing this, Ariel's heart began to beat faster and faster.
Because, the moment he saw this silver-haired woman, the imprisoned divine power in his body trembled slightly again.
Ariel did not know this young silver-haired woman, but based on the mutual induction of the power of the gods, he believed that she must also be a believer in the God of Darkness.
Moreover, according to the rules of the Church of Light, the more powerful and high-status the heretics are, the deeper they will be locked up in the dungeon.
The fact that this young woman can be imprisoned in a place further inside than Ariel, the guardian knight of the Black Temple, is enough to prove that she is extraordinary.
Ariel thought for a moment, and after ruling out several possibilities, a bold but worrying guess finally came to his mind:
"Could it be that...she is the new generation of saints from the Dark Temple?"
Thinking of this, he shook his head silently, with a bitter smile on his lips.
Alas, now even the Saint has been captured and sent to the Northern Tribunal. The current situation of the Dark Temple... must be very bad!
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at the same time.
The capital of Braden Kingdom, Mage Tower, Dormitory 601.
Allen sat quietly next to the desk and slowly opened his eyes. The black in his pupils gradually dissipated and returned to their original azure color.
"So that's the Saint of the Dark Temple," he commented silently in his mind, "She looks much younger than I thought.
"Looking at her appearance, she must be twenty years old at most. Unless she knows the magic of eternal youth, it is hard for me to imagine that the person who assisted the God of Darkness in completing the layout when I was born was actually a child about the same age as me.
girl."
However, before he could figure out what was going on, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head and couldn't help but reach out and cover his temples.
He knew that this was the sequelae of his first attempt at "consciousness segmentation."
"Consciousness Splitting" is a method he learned from the memory fragments of the God of Darkness. He can separate part of his own consciousness, attach it to a believer, and observe the world from the believer's perspective.
Unlike the previous use of consciousness to directly control the body of High Priest Delphi, "consciousness segmentation" is more like parasitism in a sense, because it cannot cause any interference in the behavior of the host, nor does it affect Allen's own thinking activities.
The six-pointed star array that suddenly appeared in the cell was a spell cast by Allen with the help of "consciousness segmentation".
However, dividing consciousness is equivalent to cutting one's own soul to a certain extent, and the pain involved can be imagined.
But Allen said nothing.
At this moment, Howard opened the door and walked in, placing a letter on Allen's desk.
"Alan, your letter," he said with a smile, "is sent from your home territory."
Allen took the letter.
After a while, his expression became a little unnatural.