Chapter 971

The words were written under the small platform for prayer, and the blood had been wiped off, but the fluorescent prints were clearly visible in Diana's eyes. She saw the lines tremble and twist, and every stroke seemed to seep out. All the strength of the writer, as if through them he could see Malm Dunit's incomparably strong emotions when he wrote it down—

Almost crazy.

Diana looked away from the crazy writing, and then searched the whole room again. This time, she found nothing more - the priests in charge of the aftermath were still very conscientious.

The black-haired head maid blinked, turned around, and prepared to leave the scene.

However, just as she turned around, a strong wave of magical power suddenly condensed in the room—no, it appeared in this room like a descendant out of thin air!

Diana turned around in an instant, and the next second she noticed that an invisible wind of magic power swept through the entire prayer room, and strands of black and red breath emerged from the air, gathering and forming around the small prayer table like a vortex. The blood that was once spilled here has flowed back into a body that has long since existed, and the dimly lit small lampstand suddenly burst into flames. The figure formed by the mixture of light and shadow condensed and formed, floating in the air!

"The heresy of blasphemy!" The illusory and twisted figure stared at Diana standing in the prayer room and roared angrily, while the smoky face faintly showed the appearance of Malm Dunit. With a roar, he suddenly opened his hands and prayed loudly like a hug and a devotion, "Lord! Please send down the punishment of the soul and destroy this heresy that has desecrated the sanctuary!"

When the illusory figure suddenly appeared, Diana had already taken a defensive posture. There was a glimmer of light in her eyes, and a pale white halo suddenly appeared around her limbs and torso. The shield covered her whole body, and in the next second, Malm Dunit's prayers summoned a hazy phantom - the phantom was like a giant in black armor, and his face was shrouded in black mist. , only the scarlet eyes full of killing intent lit up in the depths of the fog, it emerged from the sky above Malm, and took a step into the air, raised the battle axe wrapped in flames high, and slammed down towards Diana!

The battle axe seemed to be unavoidable. Just as Diana's body moved, the illusory axe blade had already landed on her head, and then from the head to the torso, the battle axe penetrated the black-haired maid's body without any delay.

Nothing happened.

Diana glanced down at her unscathed body, her figure quickly faded, and she disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.

The illusory iron-clad giant stood still for a moment in mid-air, and then began to fade and dissipate, and Malm Dunit's slightly confused self-talk sounded in the prayer room: "...a pile of steel...no Heart?"

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the corridor.

There was a hurried and low-pitched conversation in the middle, and then the door of the prayer room was pushed open, and a team of fully-armed Holy See knights and a large number of combat priests poured into this small room.

The room was empty, with no intruders and no visions. In the eyes of the dazed priests, only a small lamp not far away was quietly lighting up, casting a drowsy light on the prayer room.

...

Ferdinand Wendell's face was deep, and his eyes slowly swept across the huge map of the entire empire. On the map drawn by countless cartographers with a lot of hard work, large and small rust-colored spots and color blocks can be seen everywhere. All over the country.

"...For the first time, I am so clearly aware that the power of the church has penetrated to such an extent in the world without us all paying attention..." This man who rarely frowns on the battlefield The former General Wolf frowned at this moment, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious, "Shocking."

"This is the result of continuous suppression and checks and balances by the royal family in the past ten years," Rosetta glanced at the old duke beside him, "The belief in the god of war is closely bound up with the military power of the empire, which indirectly leads to a large number of The military aristocrats are also followers of the God of War, which is more profound than the influence of the Church of the Holy Light in Ansu. For hundreds of years, the people of Typhon have become accustomed to seeing the priests of the God of War as reliable protectors and guides. , which makes the checks and balances and suppression of the royal family more difficult."

"...I know the resistance you have faced, and even for a long time...even I can't understand some of your actions towards the church," Ferdinand looked complicated, "If it wasn't for Bud..."

"Speaking of this, I still want to confirm," Rosetta said suddenly, "you once saw the vision of Bard being abandoned by the gods and being tortured and burned by the fire of faith in an 'enlightenment', and in that 'enlightenment' 'It happened years after he disappeared... For these reasons alone, do you really think Bud was alive?"

"Malm once said that it was a 'warning sign' that Bard betrayed the gods, so the gods used enlightenment to warn me, but I know Bard, he is not a man who would betray the gods, he …”

Duke Ferdinand's voice was suddenly a little unsustainable, as if he didn't know how to express his conflicting and shaky feelings, Rosetta didn't let him continue: "Okay, Sir Ferdinand, I understand your mood - just as I I also know Bud. Anyway, you have doubts about the church because of this, and you did not baptize Andersa, which seems to be the right choice now. The 'faith' that human beings have always relied on... not As safe as humans imagined."

"I didn't think about this at the time. I just hoped that I would try not to let Anderssa go down the same path before I figured out what happened to Bud..." Pei Dinan shook his head, as if he didn't want to recall the past. Raising his head again, his eyes returned to the map in front of him, "You reminded me a long time ago to keep a certain distance from the church, and now your warning has finally come true..."

As he spoke, the old duke's expression gradually became more serious. He waved his hand as if he was holding an invisible sword: "Your Majesty, the truth behind the gods is really what you said..."

"I know this is unbelievable," Rosetta said in a deep voice, "However, Gawain Cecil has sent us a lot of evidence and materials, and those things... exactly match the current vision of the Church of God of War. "

"...I understand, Your Majesty," Ferdinand nodded slowly, he straightened his body and saluted like a knight, "Then this is a war - let me retire and prepare for this war."

The old wolf general, who was no longer young, turned around and walked out of the emperor's drawing room with steady and powerful steps. In the huge and brightly lit room, only Rosetta Augustus, the imperial ruler, remained. The reader quietly watched the direction Pei Dinan left, and after a few seconds, his vision suddenly froze.

Not far in front of him, on the floor that was supposed to be fully illuminated by the light, a hazy shadow was imprinted on the floor. The shadow shrank and wriggled on the surface of the floor as if it were substantial, and on its edge, a lot of rust Colored lines that are barely visible to the naked eye have spread everywhere, spreading to the surrounding walls, to the door not far away, and even to the ceiling!

At the moment when Rosetta's eyes fell on the shadow, an indescribable, dream-like whisper suddenly sounded in the room, and a rust-like blood rushed straight into Rosetta's nostrils. Immediately afterwards, a hazy human figure quickly took shape in the air. Those rust-colored lines and the shadow on the floor were vaguely connected to the human figure, and a hoarse voice came from within "it". It sounded, tearing Rosetta's eardrum: "Augustus..."

"Malm Dunit," Rosetta's face was frozen, her black eyes staring at the figure that appeared strangely, he rubbed his fingers slightly, but the magic warning did not cause any movement outside the house. Not a single one of the guards who rushed into the room when he noticed the anomaly appeared - even so, he didn't look panicked, but his eyes became colder than before, "I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances. , old friend."

"I didn't expect that you would go so far on the road of disobedience to the gods..." The hazy shadow said hoarsely, and his figure became more solid, "I originally thought that you were just on a whim, as in the past few times Just want to do some 'check and balance' tricks, but I didn't realize that you've been completely blinded, and you can't even see the right path - such a shame, my old friend..."

"This is different from the previous 'checks and balances', Malm," Rosetta said solemnly. "This is no longer a matter of secular rights and interests. There is a problem with your church and a problem with your faith. There is something wrong with your lord too - you are slipping in the direction of the eerie and dark, and you are no longer a threat to the Empire, but a danger."

Such words completely angered the shadow, he suddenly raised his body high, a lot of indescribable murmurs and layers of rust-colored halo instantly filled the entire room, he shouted angrily: "Enough! You have fallen into a Sad heresy, your guidance is a waste of time - let the power of the Lord help you regain your senses!"

Faced with the sudden increase in pressure on his body, Rosetta just stared coldly ahead, instead of retreating, he stepped forward: "Also... Depending on your state, most of them have transformed into something like an evil spirit or a dead soul. It's an extravagant hope to expect you to remain sane under such circumstances."

The shadow of Malm Dunit didn't seem to hear the sarcasm, he just raised his hands high, and the rust-colored surge in the room rolled down towards Rosetta: "Sinner! Facing the Lord's punishment!"

"You miscalculated one thing," Rosetta raised her head, looked at Malm's shadow and said calmly, "Augustus, who have been cursed by God for two hundred years, have never been afraid of any so-called 'lord' ."

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, endless starlight appeared in those deep black eyes.

In the next second, everything in the entire living room was submerged by the surging starlight, the walls, the roof, the furnishings... everything quickly melted and dissipated in the starlight, and the scene was extremely dazzling, as if it only appeared in human dreams and The imaginary starry sky devoured everything, and easily devoured the projection of Malm who was calling for the divine power of the god of war-the latter only had time to let out a shrill howl and an unbelievable roar: "...How dare you!"

The dazzling starry sky drowned Malm's words, and those bright light spots began to slowly rotate in the purple-black smoke, showing a bizarre, disorganized and confused appearance. Rosetta Augustus stood in this scene. The center of the "chaotic starry sky" became the center point of all the stars.

Hearing the roar left by the Malm projection at the end, he just sighed slightly: "It doesn't take much courage to kill a monster."

In the next second, the illusion of the chaotic starry sky quickly shrank and disappeared, and the things in the living room that had been swallowed returned to Rosetta's line of sight. He frowned and shook his head gently: "It's just an insignificant shadow..."

"It doesn't matter, a shadow is enough to prove your sincerity," a hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded in his ear, the voice he was very familiar with - exactly what every descendant of Augustus would hear in that nightmare palace The voice that kept echoing in the deepest part of the voice, "I did taste... the power of divinity and faith, and this is a good appetizer."

"I've already shown my sincerity, and it's up to you to show your attitude," Rosetta said coldly. "Don't forget what you promised."

"Of course, of course - we're all fed up with this tormented relationship, that's what we all have in common. You use yourself as a springboard to get me back into the 'outside' world while I end my relationship with the Augustus family. The curse of , and won't come back... It's a fair deal, and we both look forward to it," the voice said happily, with a sincere tone, "I'll keep my promises better than mortals, that You can rest assured - after all, I am the eye of God, and I don't even bother to lie and deceive."

"So much the better."

...

Gawain came to the widest terrace of Melita's house. Under the bright night sky in the Arctic region, he looked up at the direction of the mountain where the jury headquarters was located.

Although it was still night, according to Cecil's time, it was already morning.

Gawain's face was a little serious.

For some reason, a faint sense of unease had been haunting him since last night. At first, he thought it was because he had talked too much with the Dragon God about the navigators, gods, reverse tides, and black traps. It was these things. The psychological pressure brought about made him uneasy, but as he gradually cleared his mind and rested for a night, this uneasiness did not diminish at all.

And last night, he also vaguely felt a "breath" similar to the relic of the sailor. Although the feeling was very weak and lasted less than three minutes, he was sure that he did not have an illusion.

Tallond has some relics of the voyagers, which are the result of the dragons' continuous "recycling" from various places, but they are just sealing those heritages. Under the absolute rule of the Dragon God, no dragon will contact or even activate the voyage without authorization. However, last night, Gawain could be sure that he felt some kind of aura that was activated by the relic of the Navigator... This was undoubtedly abnormal.

Something might be going on—the feeling in him grew stronger.

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