Chapter 651: Waking up From a Nightmare

Part of the "Temple" ship is a monastery, and the back courtyard of the monastery is the library.

The burning ointment emits a slightly dim light. This is inventory from the old plane. The mixture of whale blubber and musk emits an expensive and charming aroma. The novice priest walked slowly between the bookshelves holding an oil lamp. He had a big quarrel with the technical priest in front of the bishop not long ago. This was a serious gaffe and he urgently needed to seek peace and reflection from the scriptures.

It was as it should be, but uneasiness took over.

When passing by the porthole, the brightness of the particle storm even overshadowed the oil lamp in his hand and the ointment offered to the Lord. It was so dark and confusing at this moment, and the unknown was a huge mass that captured them. In contrast, the direction indicated by the Lord was already blurry. As pilgrims, they were completely unable to sense whether the journey was approaching or departing.

This is not right. The old man frowned deeply. Recently, he has frequently felt a sense of déjà vu. Every scene, object, person, and event seems to have happened in a dream or at some point in the past. An electric shock-like feeling penetrates into the priest's brain, followed by an irrepressible recall of memories. , until the flow speed of consciousness caught up with the time flow speed of the real dimension, "this moment" and "memory" briefly collided, and were projected in front of his eyes and in his mind in unison.

Everything is telling him: This is not the first time!

The footsteps of the second person sounded in the library, breaking the anxious thoughts of the priest. The steps were steady and calm, and the pace was a little fast. He sounded like someone practicing martial arts.

"Priest, please don't light the holy oil anymore. This will over-consume oxygen and increase the burden on the life-support system." Sure enough, it was a paladin who came. He was not wearing armor at this time, just wearing a simple loose white shirt. .

Regarding the nouns in it, the old man paused and made a confused sound: "Oxygen?"

"Oh, that's it. A gas that we have to inhale. Without it we would suffocate. Plants also need it, but they can also produce it."

"Oh, I understand, but they used to call it necessary phlogiston." Now the younger generation are using new words spread from the alliance to look at spellcasters, and this is especially true for technical priests. The fundamental reason why priests and technical priests dislike each other.

The novice priest decided to fulfill his duty. He wanted to teach the young paladin in front of him: "Child, this is the ointment dedicated to the Lord. Breathing consumes phlogiston to maintain life, and burning incense oil consumes phlogiston to worship the Lord. Your oath Didn’t I tell you that you should respect the Lord above your own life?”

The paladin was unable to refute these words, but he didn't seem to listen. He just looked at the small lamp in the old man's hand, and finally muttered: "Well, just this small one can't consume much. .”

The priest suddenly realized something: the appearance of the young knight was not familiar! There is no similar memory in his consciousness, and he cannot "feel" what will happen in the future from his memory.

This made him start to cheer up and get rid of his previous uneasiness. Although the spaceship had not yet left the terrifying Lost Nebula, the priest himself felt like a revelation and found his own direction. The old man motioned for the young man to follow him and sit down at the table. He placed the holy oil lamp and moved the book he had written and organized from the table.

The novice priest is like a child showing off his toy, but at this time he can claim to be preaching: "Before entering the star realm, I was a little acolyte in the Eternal City. My only hobby was reading, especially reading. Church archives and minutes.

"So it was natural for me to embark on the path of research. Thank you to the Lord for your guidance. I began to study contemporary church history. Of course, it was not beautiful. Just as we all remember the Seraphim catastrophe, it can be said that the church lost Valu The beginning of Watts.”

The paladin listened patiently to the old man's story about the past in the Star World. His interest was gradually aroused, and he took the initiative to pick up the most exquisitely decorated volume and opened it as carefully as possible.

Unfortunately, his efforts still caused the priest to exclaim: "Show your greatest piety! What you are reading is the Book of Oracles!"

"This is." The golden words came into the eyes of the paladin. During the surging power, he was suddenly dazzled: "This is the Lord's order?!"

"Exactly! This edition was transcribed by Monsieur Duplessi himself. Since then, no one with divine grace has been able to reproduce it. It is difficult to read it completely even just by looking at it."

"How could you leave such an important document on the table?"

"Because this is my private collection. It was given to me personally by Monsieur Duplessi decades ago!" The priest was a little angry when faced with the accusation: "In order to study and interpret the last message left by the Lord to us, a lot of money has been spent Almost all my hard work for the rest of my life”

"Last message?"

"No, it's not the last. This book of oracles records the oracles heard by all the benefactors from the crucifixion of Seraphim to the Black Sun. Those were the darkest days of the church, and they were also the oracles. The increasingly brief and sparse time gradually became associated with resisting evil spirits.

“After the illusion of the black sun forged by the evil spirits appeared, the Lord used His power to cleanse us of the filth. Almost all divine arts returned to the level before the Silent Age, but no more oracles came down.

"It wasn't until sixteen years ago that His Majesty the Pope heard the great voice again after a long absence. From then on, he began his pilgrimage to the promised world! We have not been abandoned by the Lord! We are the only chosen ones!"

Speaking of this, the old man was so excited that he almost stood up from his chair. The Paladin listened in silence, and suddenly uttered a shocking blasphemy: "The last message, is it really from the Lord?"

The priest's blood was boiling. Of course, he wanted to refute, criticize and even punish this knight who had gone astray, but the anxiety that had once dissipated suddenly swept over his body, and it was more aggressive than before, making him unable to breathe and think.

Yes, the last decree, the voice that opened the pilgrimage expedition, is it really from the Lord?

All of a sudden, all the portholes shattered, and colorful, deadly light and particles rushed in, and they were about to swallow everyone. At the same time, in the power cabin, the sweaty technical priest took the initiative to open the energy storage compartment with the mood of a last-ditch effort, and the stardust instantly filled the storage compartment and the pipeline leading to the engine.

The engine was restarting and tearing, and what was faster than being completely scrapped was the generation of great acceleration, which successfully ejected the Temple spacecraft and ejected the remains and survivors outside this dead star cluster.

After breaking through the fog, coincidentally, there was a huge ship waiting for them in front. The size of the ship was even larger than the airport where the fleet departed. The temple ship, which was as big as the cathedral, was just a small boat in comparison.

The huge ship did not collide with the broken church starship, but opened to them in a way that the monks could not understand at all, swallowing them like a whale.

"You have been controlled by the New Marlin, please report your identity information!"