It rained heavily, and the entire Puland was enveloped in an unprecedented torrential rain.
As if the sea water is hanging upside down, the endless abyss overlooks the earth from the sky, as if the world has fallen into the abyss, the dark clouds hang high in the sky like iron blocks, and the endless rain washes away the ancient bell tower, high buildings, walls and fortresses of Plande.
On the rugged coast, there are continuous wind and waves coming from the sea, as if forming some kind of siege, overlapping and blocking the entire city-state from all directions.
Even the most obtuse person noticed a strange atmosphere in this abnormal heavy rain. Citizens fled home one after another, with doors and windows of every door closed, and homeless people on the street rushed into the nearest shelter.
Or a relief center, no matter how bad it is, crawl into the sewer entrance or pipe exchange station-at least there are gas lamps and sacred steam, which can provide the most basic sense of security on this day of heavy rain.
Heidi rushed to the square of the cathedral in this violent storm - perhaps because the goddess's protection was still there, the rain around the cathedral was slightly lighter than in other places, but this slightly smaller rain not only did not let Heidi
I felt relaxed, but became more and more worried.
The rain in the cathedral was lighter than in other places, which shows that the heavy rain at this moment is indeed related to extraordinary power.
The church guard opened the door, and Heidi rushed out of the car and rushed into the sacred triple-spire door. In just a few steps, her whole body was drenched by the cold rain.
But she had no time to care about this, because the moment she walked into the church, she felt the restless and undulating atmosphere in the surrounding air. This was a spiritual warning, reminding her that there was an invisible "conflict" centered here.
” is gradually unfolding.
A silent monk received her, and then at her strong request, the monk informed Bishop Valentine who was praying in the main hall of the church. Heidi waited anxiously and uneasily for three minutes, and finally saw the Bishop.
A respected old man appeared in front of him.
She noticed that the bishop was wearing full ceremonial robes, with a heavy triple crown neatly placed on his head. He was holding a long holy staff, and hanging around his waist was a "Silver and Precious Stone" decorated with silver and precious stones.
"Storm Codex".
This is definitely not what you wear on ordinary days, but a neat outfit that is only worn during extremely important ceremonies. These heavy and luxurious clothing decorations are a heavy burden, enough to make a strong adult feel tired while walking, but Wa
Lundin, however, walked with a steady and majestic pace, his eyes seemed to be brewing with wind and thunder, and his aura was transcendent and full of holiness - those sacred things made the old man temporarily lose his mortal status and turn into some kind of symbol.
Sexual body, he came to Heidi like this, looking seriously at the "psychiatrist" who visited the cathedral in this bad weather: "Child, what happened?"
"I...I need shelter, the highest level of shelter!" Heidi immediately replied. She recalled her father's extremely serious reminder before leaving, and said with a very solemn expression, "I want the entire Storm Cathedral to be on guard and protect me—
—Protect the children of Pland’s most eminent historian.”
"Plande's most outstanding historian..." Bishop Valentine looked into Heidi's eyes quietly. There seemed to be a flash of lightning jumping in the old man's eyes. Then he closed his eyes slightly and nodded gently.
"I have received your request, child. The Cathedral will provide shelter and you are safe."
"Thank you very much," Heidi took a deep breath. She did not move her eyes away from the old man. When she saw Valentine's outfit, she knew that the cathedral seemed to have entered before she arrived.
"Combat state", "Excuse me...what happened?"
"It's a war," Valentin said calmly, "Someone started a war against Purande - a storm that was not blessed by the goddess came to Purande. This was the signal to start the war, but until you arrived, I
Only then did we finally know who the opponent in the war was."
"Start a war?!" Heidi was stunned, "Who are the enemies? Where are they?"
Valentin stared at Heidi quietly, and after a long time he said softly: "It's Prand -"
"A Prand who has been lost in history."
A thunder exploded, and the whole church seemed to be shaken violently. Heidi was startled. She raised her head in horror, looking at the glass windows that were still rattling in the aftershocks of thunder, and at the left side above her head.
The heavy chandelier swayed to the right, and in the vibration and shaking, she suddenly felt a slight tremor - it was a tremor that was different from thunder.
It was the roar of a large number of steam walkers as they gathered in the square, and the roar of the Skitarii steam tanks as they drove out of the garage.
Heidi turned her head in fear and looked at Bishop Valentine standing in front of the statue of the goddess as quietly as a rock in the sea. She spoke quickly: "Are the enemies coming?!"
"The enemy has arrived," Valentine said softly. Amidst the noise of thunder, his soft whisper still fell clearly in Heidi's ears. "They arrived many years ago..."
…
The giant sword slammed down, and all the ruins and rubble blocking the road were blown away like sand and dust. Vanna held the sword and crossed a section of the collapsed road. She saw the house in front of her falling down like a wax statue in the fire. The hot and heavy
Ashes covered the road like snow, and the remaining sparks danced and scattered among the ashes and ruins. There were also suspicious humanoid things slowly crawling in the hot ashes. It was unbearable to see, and the appearance was strange and miserable.
Vanna controlled herself not to focus too much on the squirming humanoid ashes.
She knew that those were the citizens of Puland, everyone she knew, protected, and loved. They died in the fire that would burn down the entire city-state, and no one in the entire city-state was spared.
They died during this period of history, but were shaped by the eternal flame into this horrific and sad phantom.
These scenes were interfering with her emotions and judgment.
The young inquisitor pursed his chapped and pale lips, feeling his respiratory tract being burned bit by bit in the hot and ash-filled environment, feeling the loss of physical strength, and reminded himself once again——
This has not happened and will not happen.
She raised her head and looked towards the end of the street.
Between the wriggling ashes and jumping sparks, you can occasionally see ghostly green flames flashing past, which are the imprints left by a terrible ghost captain in this wrong history - that ghost captain
Her position in this incident is strange and difficult to understand. Fanna can't see through the other party's purpose at all. She only knows that the other party's power got behind the curtain at some point and spread everywhere in the destroyed Purland.
And there is a faint confrontation with the force that distorts history.
And at the end of her sight is the end of her trip, one of the "goals" she set for herself in this destroyed Purland.
A small church that still maintained its main body intact despite the fire is standing quietly at the end of the street.
She had walked through half of the city and arrived in front of the small church on the sixth block.
Strictly speaking, she killed half of the city-state.
Vanna held her sword and moved forward, overcoming all obstacles. The door of the chapel had collapsed, and a long hall illuminated by the remaining flames appeared vaguely in front of her eyes. ""
The long hall no longer has the warm and bright lights, the clean and sacred prayer table, and the young nuns praying calmly.
Vanna crossed directly over the ruins, went to the back of the main hall, and found the sloping staircase leading underground.
A dark wooden door stood quietly at the end of the stairs.
Fanna breathed out softly, relieving the pain and fatigue in every joint in her body, and then walked down the stairs——
The minigun that had been removed from the walking machine had long since been scrapped and thrown away on the road. Now she only had the loyal and reliable giant sword that had been with her for many years.
She came to the door with her sword in hand and pushed it gently with her hand.
The door was locked, but it was only locked with a latch, and there was no one blocking it on the other side.
Vaguely, it seems that I can still feel the breath floating on the other side of the door, and there are sounds.
Fanna applied force in her hands, but the fragile door lock did not hold on for more than half a second. With a sound of metal tearing apart, she pushed the door of the underground church open.
A startled and nervous young voice came from across the door: "You can't open the door!!"
At the same time as this sound sounded, there seemed to be a faint noise mixed inside.
"Your junior," Fanna pushed open the door, and the giant sword wiped out tiny sparks on the ground. She stepped inside, and the tenacious lantern around her waist was still releasing light, illuminating the underground holy place that had fallen into darkness.
Don, "your battle sister."
The church was dimly illuminated.
A nun holding a long sword stood cautiously at the foot of the statue of the goddess, watching with full vigilance as Vanna pushed in the door - she was wearing an old nun's robe from 1885, and her face was still very young.
She was about the same age as Vanna when she died in battle.
Fanna looked at the nun opposite who was on full alert and sighed softly.
As she imagined, only within this polluted and twisted curtain could she step into this closed underground church before the nun died in battle - the brief moment before the nun died in battle was part of the pollution of history.
This small church in the Sixth Street is the first distortion point.
The young inquisitor finally investigated the most critical information, but... how should she report all this next?
"Sister?" The nun holding a long sword adapted to the sudden light, and it seemed that only now did she realize that the fire in the entire underground church had been extinguished. She did not know when she was already standing in darkness, and in front of her
Under her feet, something seemed to be ready to move in the darkness. She raised her head and looked at the tall woman who appeared in the dim light, and finally saw the logo of the Church of Storms on her armor and giant sword, "You are the cathedral."
Sent? Leave quickly! The pollution here is out of control, while I’m still here..."
Fanna shook her head and slowly stepped forward: "Let me help you."