Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Beo/Arrogant and Proud...
As the memories faded, Cyril looked at the night sky, his golden hair fluttering in the wind.
There were many lily of the valley flowers planted in the temple. When the wind blew, the petals flew everywhere, and one of them fell into his palm.
Cyril stared for a long time, then slowly clasped his five fingers together, as if catching the soul that had been lost across time and space.
"Wait seven more days, and it will all be over."
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Seven days.
In the darkness, under the dual effects of blood loss and hypothermia, Isabel still tried her best to stay awake and record the time.
Belle came again. This time, Rocky must have received instructions and was more vigilant, watching her every move closely.
The sapphire was no longer in her palm, and Isabel knew that the message had been delivered.
After completing the mission, Rocky blindfolded Belle, even though she was already blind, which was enough to show his caution.
Through the half-open cave door that they left when they left, Isabel saw that it was still pitch dark outside.
"The top of the Galan Tower?" Isabel murmured softly.
Everywhere I looked was a dark layer of ice. Was it the same outside the door? Where exactly was this place? How could such a vast chamber possibly be housed? The specially constructed fuel fire seemed to serve only as a source of light or to maintain the life of the sacrifice. What tower could possibly hold so much solid ice and withstand the scorching heat of fire?
Can Heinrich find this place again?
A series of questions loomed before her, and Isabel closed her eyes, her thoughts racing.
Seven days. Now one day and one night have passed, leaving six days.
The longer she delayed, the more her body would collapse, and the slimmer her chances of escape would become. She had to find a way to make a noise...
Suddenly, she turned her gaze to the fire pool - in the criss-crossing shallow grooves, a dark brown paste solidified, with thin ice on the edges, and a pungent smell of petroleum.
If Audrey were here, she might be able to quickly identify what kind of chemical raw material it was.
Sodium peroxide...releases heat when in contact with water.
Isabel's eyes lit up slightly. Her hands were tied with chains, and she could only curl up her knees and knock them on the ground.
Sure enough, there was a layer of frozen soil underneath, with undercurrents surging inside.
Isabel endured the tearing pain in her wrist and hit her kneecap hard again.
"Click", the ice layer burned by the fuel was very thin. The moment it was broken, the seeping water flowed into the shallow groove, and a surge of hot air surged, making a sizzling sound.
The next moment, a small flame emerged!
Done.
Isabel narrowed her eyes and repeated the operation again.
My knee ached so much I couldn't feel it, and blood from my wrists flowed down the chain. But the flames grew larger and larger, and suddenly, there was a qualitative change, spreading along the grooves!
The crisscrossing tongues of fire licked the ice wall, and the melted ice water flowed back into the fuel pool, triggering a chain explosion!
This time, Cyril wasn't there, and there was no switch to control the fire. The flames grew higher and higher, and the ice melted faster and faster...
"Bang!"
Just before Isabel passed out, the top of the ice was blown off by the heat wave!
At the same time, everyone in the Galan Temple Square looked towards the place where the noise came from!
Cyril, who was praying, suddenly opened his eyes and his face changed drastically.
"Someone come!"
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Seeing the crowd gathering in the same direction, Heinrich, who was hiding on the top of the abandoned tower, looked solemn.
"It's her, it must be her."
In the square, the black-clad believers hurriedly rushed to the top of the snow-capped mountain with their tools.
Hannah covered her face and looked towards the top of the mountain with a heavy gaze.
Heinrich took a deep breath and said, "The top of the Galan Pagoda we have been looking for for so long turns out not to be a so-called pagoda at all."
According to Bailey's description, Rocky took her to a very high place, layer after layer, and she could not tell the direction.
So Heinrich and Hannah searched all the buildings of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, even going underground, but they found nothing.
Now, looking at the snow-capped mountain, they finally knew where the "tower" was.
It's Mount Morpheus!
"Walk!"
Heinrich quickly caught up, took two steps, then stopped and looked at Hannah: "Thank you for your help, you stay here, I will walk the rest of the way by myself."
Hannah shook her head and wrote on her palm, "I'll play it by ear."
Heinrich didn't try to persuade her and took Hannah away.
He took out a package from his arms and threw it into the tower, then immediately covered himself with a black robe and hid among the crowd going up the mountain.
Soon, a scream was heard behind him: "Fire! The Galan Pagoda is on fire again!"
Shortly after Sophia set the fire, the tower was once again ravaged by flames.
This time, the ancient divine tower could no longer hold on and collapsed amid the shouts of the crowd!
As the fire spread and countless screams were heard, Heinrich had already walked away without looking back - before leaving, he left a token for Hermann.
If the other party is sensitive enough, they may be able to receive the signal and respond.
If you miss the opportunity, that’s okay.
The cold wind howled, carrying with it the smell of burning. Heinrich stroked the sapphire in his sleeve and looked toward the mountaintop—he would reach the end with Isabel.
Looking at Heinrich's resolute back, Hannah stared at the tall tower with a distant look in her eyes.
He accomplished what his father had failed to do. The divine tower, which contained countless memories, finally fell into destruction.
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At the same time, the believers who rushed to the top of Morpheus Snow Mountain looked back in shock, and no one dared to look at Cyril's face.
"Your Excellency...should we...should we go back to put out the fire?" Rocky asked tremblingly.
Cyril's smile completely disappeared, his eyes darkened, and then he strode towards the mountain, no longer paying attention to the collapsed sacred tower.
Rocky was a little slow to understand what the Venerable meant!
Compared to the irreparable divine tower, the people in the sacred mountain are obviously more important!
Just as Cyril gave up the tower, the pilgrims at the foot of the mountain, the people of the inner and outer cities of St. Petersburg, and everyone within sight of the Gurlemis Mountains, all watched in shock as the tower collapsed in the distance.
"The Galan Divine Tower... collapsed!"
"The divine tower has collapsed!"
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The news spread like wildfire throughout the city. Some people knelt down and wept bitterly, while others folded their hands and prayed to God not to punish them...
St. Petersburg was in chaos. Archbishops from several countries rushed to the city to demand an audience with the Pope and inquire about what had happened. The royal entourage also followed to inquire about the news, and the crowded carriages blocked the city center.
In the corner, in the carriage that symbolized the Ceylon royal family, Audrey looked in amazement at the fire on the top of Mount Morpheus that illuminated half the sky red.
"Hermann, it must be my sisters..."
Herman also looked into the distance, squinting his eyes in thought.
The convoy behind him was the royal guard led by Luna.
Before leaving, Heinrich gave him the Queen's token.
The moment he opened the envelope, Herman guessed what the couple was going to do.
Now, the burning ziggurat was both a signal and an excuse for the royal convoy to go up the mountain.
The road leading to the Temple of the Holy Sepulchre was broken into by the angry bishops. Hermann seized the opportunity and immediately led the convoy to follow.
He grabbed Audrey's hand, his dark grey eyes calm and collected. "Trust your sister, and trust us, too."
They reacted quickly and almost followed the pace of action immediately.
"Yes, there's nothing to be afraid of." The panic in Audrey's blue eyes receded as she looked at the top of the mountain. "Herman, I think we can take a shortcut."
Herman frowned: "Have you been here?"
"I haven't been here before." Audrey took out the blueprint from her arms. "Have you forgotten? Theresa was once a nun who escaped from St. Petersburg. Before I came here, I specially drew the blueprint based on her description."
Herman's eyes flashed with appreciation, "You bought time for your sister."
"It's for us." Audrey jumped off the carriage with a swagger, turned around and shook Herman's hand. "We are the Norman family, and no one can be missing."
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Isabel was unaware of the situation outside. She lit the fire pool and endured the scorching heat herself.
This was the situation she had anticipated long ago, and only in this way could Cyril be forced out.
So when Cyril came in, the first thing he saw was Isabel's calm smile.
After a few brief seconds, Cyril immediately realized something and raised the corner of his lips: "You want Hein to come and save you?"
"Do you still want to commit suicide, or do you want me to let you go?" Cyril smiled warmly and slowly approached. "Anything is negotiable, but you chose such an extreme method and destroyed this secret room..."
"Do you know how I punish disobedient children?" His smile widened, and the look in his eyes was gentle to the point of being eerie. Just as he was about to approach the fire valve, he heard Isabel's voice.
"Don't move."
Isabelle's ice coffin, being closer to the fire, melted first, leaving only two heavy bracelets. This wasn't enough to restrict her movements, at least allowing her to reach the center ice coffin.
"If you take one more step forward, Georgiana's ice coffin will fall completely into the sea of fire." She slowly showed Cyril the water droplets melting on the ice coffin.
Cyril's smile faded. "I advise you to give up this idea. I hate it when people use her to threaten me."
Isabel: "Someone who reminds you of something you hate?"
Cyril's face darkened, and his pale golden eyes were filled with unfamiliar emotions.
"You claimed Georgiana was your true love," Isabel said slowly. "You even wanted to kill me and resurrect her. Now, watch her die with me, or let me go and keep her body intact. Which do you choose?"
Cyril stared at Isabel darkly, then suddenly smiled.
That smile was indescribably strange, even a bit crazy.
"I don't choose either one."
Taking a deep breath, he smiled warmly again: "Little girl, have you forgotten? God can do everything."
"Even without the sacrifice, I will bring her back to life." Cyril stared at Isabel, emphasizing each word. "And you, since you don't even want to wait seven days, then bear the consequences of threatening me today."
As the last word fell, the black-clad believers raised their bows and arrows and aimed at Isabel.
Isabel felt the ice coffin gradually melting, the flowers began to rot, and under close observation, Georgiana's skin showed corpse spots.
The body, which had been stored for too long, could not withstand the high temperature and without the nourishment of the medicine, her skin dried up rapidly and her hair, soaked in ice water, appeared dark in the firelight.
Isabel's eyes paused, and something strange flashed in her mind.
She looked at Cyril calmly - his face was filled with emotion and it was hard to tell, as if he was not threatened by her at all. Unfortunately, his pale golden eyes were fixed on the ice coffin and he did not look away at all.
Isabel lowered her eyes for a few seconds, then smiled and looked up: "Cyril, has anyone ever told you that eyes can't lie?"
"Yes, I believe you can resurrect her." She paused, then pushed the ice coffin forward a half inch. "But do you really dare to watch her body melt in the sea of fire? Even if you are 90% sure, do you dare to take the 10% chance of failure?"
Isabel stared at Cyril with icy blue eyes that seemed to penetrate a person's heart. She said slowly, "You've made a choice like this before, haven't you? You've tasted defeat... Now, do you dare to do it again?"
Cyril's face suddenly turned ferocious, his fingers clenched into fists, and the memories that rushed in almost drowned him.
Many years ago, that man broke into the Holy Temple in the same way and threatened him in the most disgusting way right in front of him!
Yes, he lost that time. The arrogant young Pope lost completely!
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