Chapter 1481 Open the Door

When Angel first built the door model, he felt that illusion energy was involved. However, when the door model was first formed, it was just a simple spatial displacement. Angel thought it would not be affected by illusion energy.

I didn’t expect that the impact would be here.

To say it is an influence is actually wrong. At least Angel feels that although space energy, special energy and illusion energy are mainly special energy, they form a very perfect balance.

Without the participation of illusion energy, maybe it would be a little less flavorful.

What Angel wants to confirm most now is what effect will appear when illusion energy appears on the door? Isn't it possible that this art has become exaggerated because of illusion? Or, create a lot of illusions near the door?

While Angel was thinking about it, the outline of the door became clearer and deeper.

As the door emerged, Angel could feel the special energy in the witchcraft door model, and gradually developed a faint bond with the door in front of him.

The special energy is like a tie that tightly connects Angel to the door.

Because of the emergence of this bond, the special energy originally covering the door model began to shrink rapidly. However, this contraction did not mean a decrease. Angel could feel that the special energy still maintained a balanced state. , it should be possible to cover the door model again in the future, but the time required will not be tested until after this trial.

Confirming that the special energy would spread again, Angel no longer cared about the witchcraft matters, but fixed his eyes tightly on the door in front of him.

The appearance of this door is almost exactly the same as the door model in the witchcraft position. However, the door model in the witchcraft position is made of countless lines, but the door in front of you is made of countless glowing lines. Intertwined and come out.

There is a sense of intertwining beauty.

But what worries Angel the most is the appearance. This door has no leaves, instead there is a thin layer of light mist.

The three types of energy Angel sensed before were all in this layer of light mist, especially special energy.

Angel felt that he had a deep connection with the door in front of him, but he was still a little unsure about what was behind the door.

Angel took a deep breath. He was here to test the effect of this door, so naturally he couldn't back down now.

Without hesitation, Angel took steps forward and stepped into the light mist.

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Alex followed the priest who adopted him and walked into the Kruja Church.

This church is said to have stood in the town for more than two hundred years. It once had a prosperous period, but because God never showed miracles and the number of residents in the town became fewer and fewer, the Kruja church began to be abandoned. Especially in recent years, when the road to the Holy City was cut off and clergy could no longer be sent, the Kruja church became even more dilapidated.

Now only Alex and Brunlon are left, and Sister Tessa who works in the garden every day.

The priest who adopted Alex, Brian Lang, is now over seventy years old, and his body and mind are not as good as before. And Sister Tessa is also over sixty years old.

This resulted in the entire church being managed by Alex alone.

Alex could not clean up the church by himself, which made the Kruja church look a little gray and the colorful paper on the windows turned yellow. Not to mention the carving of God the Father on the top of the church, which has not been cleaned for several years because there is no ladder.

Alex looked up at Father God's somewhat dirty and mottled face, and there was no trace of mercy. On the contrary, I felt a vague sense of eeriness and terror.

"Alex, looking directly into the eyes of God the Father is an act of disrespect," Blaine Lang scolded.

"I was just thinking..." Alex paused, as if he didn't know how to express it.

After a long time, under the gaze of Bolen Lang, he whispered: "Why has Father God never come to glory?"

After hearing this, Bolun Lang said nothing. He stretched out his old hand tremblingly, took out a classic from the washed white divine robe, put it on his chest, closed his eyes and recited silently: "Father God is above me." , please forgive this lost child, he has not been baptized, so he cannot have a glimpse of the mercy of the Father. Your humble believer will spend the rest of his life leading him to find light from confusion. "

After Brown finished speaking, he recited a few words of Father God's admonitions, then opened his eyes and looked at Alex.

Bollen Lang didn't speak, but his quiet gaze made Alex feel the pressure and couldn't help but lower his head.

"Alex, you are questioning God the Father." Brown Lang said with a serious tone in his tone: "This is more disrespectful than looking directly at God the Father."

"I know I was wrong." Alex lowered his head, avoiding Khybern Lang's sight.

Braun Lang: "It's naturally good that you can know your mistakes. But I hope you will think about the problem from the perspective of the divine scriptures."

Alex actually wanted to argue that the rules in the divine book were too harsh and rigid. If you start thinking about problems from here, it would stifle your thinking ability and end up like Sister Tessa, who is stupid and only knows how to be in the world. Water and plant flowers in the garden.

However, Alex did not speak to refute, but lowered his head and remained silent, pretending to cooperate.

Brenlang looked at Alex and sighed softly: "I know you have a lot of doubts, but doubts are a cage that troubles the heart. When you really become a priest, you will understand that the Father will definitely answer all your doubts. So, your doubts now are unnecessary."

"Besides, I am old, and I will probably return to the Father's Kingdom soon. Only you can take over the Kruja Church. You question the Father, how dare I hand over the church to you with confidence." Berlanlang said sadly.

Alex's face was full of guilt: "I was wrong."

Brenlang sighed and said, "Since I brought you who lost your memory back to the church, I can see that you are out of tune with the surroundings. Why don't you try to integrate? After all, you will live here for a long time in the name of a priest in the future."

Alex still bowed his head to admit his mistakes, but what he thought in his heart was another scene.

Brenlang wanted to give a few more admonitions, but at this time, the door of the church was pushed open.

A middle-aged woman with a cloth around her waist and a black skirt came in with a low sob.

The middle-aged woman looked at Berlanlang and Alex with red eyes, sobbed, and tears rolled down like pearls on a string.

Berlanlang looked at her with pity in his eyes.

The middle-aged woman cried out of breath. After a long time, she heard a rustling sound in front of her. She looked up and saw a white-haired boy stretched out his slender hand and handed her a handkerchief.

"It's Alex... Woo... Where is Father Berlanlang?" The middle-aged woman took the handkerchief and looked around, but she didn't see anyone else in the church.

"Father Berlanlang has already left for the cemetery. He said he would personally perform the final funeral ceremony for Knight Raven, and I will be the one to comfort the lady." Alex's eyes were full of pity.

Hearing Knight Raven's name, the middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and tears flowed from her eyes again.

"Raven, my Raven, why did you abandon your mother..." She cried desperately.

"Mrs. Connie, I know you are sad because you lost your son. Maybe you will feel better if you speak out your feelings." Alex said as he took Connie to the confessional on one side of the church.

Because of her son's death, Connie seemed to have lost her soul at this time, and she staggered after Alex.

The confessional was originally a vermilion wooden compartment, but as time went by, the red paint slowly fell off, revealing the dark black wood inside. The alternation of red and black gave the illusion of blood dripping.

Connie walked into the confessional and couldn't wait to tell her inner distress.

Alex sat on the other side and listened quietly.

Knight Raven was a member of the town's knight team and patrolled Gust Town all year round. Alex had met him once before, and he was a very sunny young man.

However, Knight Raven was already dead at this time, and even his body could not be found.

Only a head was left.

When he was found, he was hanging on the pier of the stone bridge leading to the Holy City, ten kilometers outside the town.

This was obviously an abnormal death.

However, Knight Raven was not the first person to die abnormally in the town. Three years ago, Alex was brought to Gust Town by Burren Lang. According to Alex's own statistics, this was the seventeenth person.

Only the head was left in each one, and the body disappeared.

So far, this series of abnormal cases has not been solved, and no one knows who the murderer is.

It can be said that this is a huge shadow that troubles the entire Gust Town.

When Mrs. Connie finished speaking about her helplessness and sadness, Alex lit a candle for him, said a few words of comfort, and sent Mrs. Connie out of the church.

Before Mrs. Connie left, Alex asked, "Is Miss Fassie going to have her birthday soon?"

Connie was stunned for a moment: "I'm not familiar with Fassie, so I don't know, but Raven seemed to have mentioned it before, and it's true. Why are you asking this question?"

Alex smiled: "Just asking, nothing else."

After seeing Connie off, Alex returned to the church, pushed open the door of the confessional and walked in.

Sitting quietly inside thinking about some questions.

After an unknown amount of time, Alex suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction above his head: "I don't know why Father Berlenlang and Mrs. Connie can't see you."

"But I can see you."

"I really want to know, you have been following me all day today, what's the matter? And who are you?"

There was nothing in the direction Alex looked at.

But, if you look from Alex's own perspective, there is a blond young man who looks about the same age as himself floating there.