Thinking of this, Delphi smiled, and her mind finally drifted back to reality.
Seeing that he was distracted, Isabella repeated the question just now: "High Priest, what kind of person do you think the 'Mr. Messenger' will be?"
Delphi replied without hesitation: "The power of God cannot be underestimated."
Isabella chuckled lightly and said: "I heard from Ariel that his name is Alan York, and he is the second son of the Lord of Kent. The genius students recruited by the Mage Tower this year are unprecedented 'legendary' talents in this plane.
who.
"When I was pretending to be a jailer in prison, I heard his name mentioned before, but I never thought that under his glamorous appearance, there was an unknown face. I
I think if people from the Church of Light knew this secret, they would probably go crazy!"
Delphi ignored her joke: "The identity of the messenger is a secret belonging to the gods, and it is not something we can discuss on our own. You must understand that everything is under the watchful eye of our Lord. We believers are the only ones who can
All that needs to be done is faith and obedience.”
Isabella nodded, then shook her head, as if she felt a little regretful that he couldn't take a joke.
Delphi showed a helpless smile and reached out to touch her head again.
Thank you God for keeping you safe and sound.
He muttered silently in his heart.
Because she has experienced the hatred that penetrates her bones, the worry of not being able to sleep or eat well, and the despair that makes her heart turn gray, Delphi respects the gods more than anyone else in the Black Temple.
However, at this moment, the oracle mirror in Delphi's arms suddenly made a strange movement.
The mirror seemed to have lost its weight, slowly floating up from his hand and floating into the air, emitting a faint light.
Before the two people nearby could react, it accelerated and floated towards the other side of the ruins.
Delphi and Isabella looked at each other silently.
"What's going on?" Isabella frowned slightly.
"Perhaps the messenger is calling us!" Delphi guessed, and her heartbeat began to accelerate involuntarily.
So, under the leadership of the Oracle Mirror, the two walked through the ruins and walked in an unknown direction.
After being scorched by the fire, the Northern Judgment Hall no longer existed, leaving only broken walls and broken masonry and rubble all over the ground.
Occasionally, a few flickering flames can be glimpsed in the gaps between the masonry. However, under the cold wind of the arctic ice field, they look extremely fragile, as if they may be extinguished at any time.
Finally, the Oracle Mirror stopped in a wide open space.
"This used to be the trial hall of the Northern Tribunal," Isabella could only be heard saying softly. "That old pervert, Judge Sauron, used to like to interrogate prisoners here the most."
After hearing her words, Delphi noticed that there seemed to be dark red and sticky traces remaining on the ground where the residual warmth had not dissipated.
Delphi knew that those were traces of blood.
Even though the raging fire had almost cleaned everything here, he could still smell the smell of blood that had accumulated for many years; and the howling wind still seemed to be mixed with the painful wails of the prisoners.
But now is not the time to lament the past.
Delphi quickly raised his head and noticed that in the center of the open space, a sparkling six-pointed star pattern appeared at some point. It complemented the morning sun and the remaining flames, illuminating the silent ruins.
"Is this a miracle?" Delphi sighed piously.
"I think it looks very similar to the teleportation array of space magic," Isabella interjected at the side, "Is it true that the rumors are true that all attributes of power will reach the same destination after reaching the end?"
"Where did you hear this sentence?"
"My teacher said it."
Delphi said no more.
In his memory, Ms. Camili, the former saint of the Dark Temple, is the person closest to the great God of Darkness. She has received more power from the gods than any other believer, and she may naturally know more about it.
God, the secret of power.
After a few minutes, the six-pointed star pattern on the ground disappeared.
However, at the same location, a large round table appeared.
Its whole body is made of sandalwood, carved with exquisite hollow patterns, and decorated with gold and silver patterns. It looks luxurious but not tacky, and is incompatible with the dilapidated and decaying environment of the surrounding ruins.
Around the round table are thirteen armchairs, all equally gorgeous and generous in shape.
One of them stands out in particular.
Its backrest is higher than other chairs, and it is painted black, making it look more mysterious and solemn.
Under Delphi's gaze, the oracle mirror slowly floated directly above the round table, and then landed steadily on the table.
Immediately afterwards, the Oracle Mirror suddenly shot out five dark rays of light in all directions.
One fell on Delphi.
One fell on Isabella.
There were a few more that landed among the ruins and seemed to be pointing to someone.
"It seems to be calling us over there!" Isabella said.
Delphi nodded.
The two of them walked towards the round table together, each found a chair and stood next to it.
They didn't dare to sit down, let alone touch the special black high-backed chair.
"High Priest, who do you think the remaining chosen people are?" Isabella asked softly.
Delphi shook his head slightly: "The power of God is unpredictable. But... maybe that fat guy Ariel will have a place!"
As for why there was a round table here and why there were thirteen seats around it, they did not dare to think about it, nor did they dare to ask.
Talk about fat man, here comes the fat man.
Soon, under the illumination of black light, Ariel ran over from the ruins panting, with an expression that was both respectful and frightened.
"Delphi, did the messenger ask us to do anything?" the fat man asked hurriedly.
Delphi spread his hands and said that he didn't know either.
"The power of God is unpredictable," he said in a tone full of awe, "but I believe that for the Dark Temple, today must be a day of extraordinary significance."
Ariel didn't argue with him this time.
He also found a chair, lowered his head silently, and stood aside.
After a few minutes, two more people came to the round table.
One of them is the young knight Refant. He carries the long sword "Dark Song" on his back, and his eyes are clear and resolute.
Another person surprised Delphi
It turned out to be the doctor Isabella rescued from the dungeon earlier, Sean Derek with thick dark circles under his eyes!
Until this time, the Oracle Mirror finally converged its light and returned to its original state.
But the remaining positions are still empty.
No one can guess or dare to guess the reason.
The five people present all remained silent in a tacit understanding.
For a moment, the only sound left on the ruins was the howling cold wind.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a mysterious six-pointed star pattern appeared on the ground again.
The area of this pattern is smaller than the one just now, but it is brighter and more majestic.
A figure appears in the center of the six-pointed star pattern
He has black hair, blue eyes, regular features and handsome appearance.
"I've seen the messenger!"
Seeing such a scene, the five people standing around the round table knelt down on one knee and saluted.
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ps: Thank you Squid for the great sacrifice (crossed out) for the recommendation!
As a curly-haired baboon, Sudong is super excited today, because Cuttlefish has always been an author that Sudong admires very much, and has been following his "Lord of Mysteries".
Don’t worry, everyone, I will definitely not be sucked to death. After all, how could Brother Crow hurt a curly-haired baboon?