Chapter 202 Buried Bones
Midnight.
Lu Yi lay in the huge Holy Son's bedroom with steady breathing.
His consciousness was sinking, but his soul was quietly rising.
This familiar feeling made him realize what happened instantly.
It was Mios who summoned Rant.
Lu Yi held his breath and stared straight ahead.
The black fog around him gradually dissipated, and the scene before his eyes became clearer.
A huge throne filled with an oppressive feeling stood in the front, and several black-robed figures under the throne turned from transparent to solid.
And Lu Yi was also one of these black robes.
Lu Yi subconsciously looked at the black robe codenamed Iris on his right.
Iris, or Pope Callisto.
Mios on the throne noticed his movements and said sarcastically, "It seems that dear Saint Son has already contacted Apostle Iris? He's quite quick."
Lu Yi: ...
What is this guy doing crazy again?
He raised his eyes and glanced at Mios, and after confirming that he was just making a veiled remark, he walked out calmly and said, "Praise my God. If it weren't for your order, the believers would have to wander around for who knows how long before they could find the Iris Envoy."
His light amber eyes were hidden by his long drooping eyelashes, and the movement of drawing an inverted cross on his chest was particularly skillful and beautiful, as if he had repeated it countless times in private.
Mios tilted his head back slightly and leaned back, silently rubbing his own temperatureless fingertips.
He once touched the warm skin with his cold fingertips.
Mios's eyebrows were sharp, and he had a friendly smile on his face like a close friend just a moment ago, but now there was no expression of emotion on his face.
The scene fell into dead silence for a moment.
Only Lant stood in the center of the circle with his eyes lowered.
"Iris, do you have anything to say to me?" Mios asked lightly.
Iris bowed and saluted, saying humbly, "My God, everything is going forward according to your will, and believers have no say."
"Oh? Really…"
Mios tilted his head and rested his chin on his wrist. His elbows seemed to be only lightly resting on the throne, but only he knew that he was using the power of the throne to support this body.
He silently glanced at the people under the throne, completely ignoring the intense pain coming from his soul.
The fire of killing burned His soul, and it seemed that it would not stop until it dragged Him into the purgatory of death.
The uncontrollable cough was turned into a strange laugh by Mios, but because he has always been neurotic and unpredictable, no one noticed anything unusual.
Only Lu Yi quietly raised his eyes and looked at Him.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Mios seemed to smile at him, but the smile was fleeting. The arrogant god on the throne still looked lazy, making people suspect that the smile must be his illusion.
Mios casually said to everyone, "Good day, everyone."
Good day was the sign of the beginning of the meeting, which also meant that He would put aside His previous nitpicking behavior. Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and shouted loudly, "Good day, my God."
As if he suddenly remembered something, Mios added: "Good day, my holy son."
Lu Yi: ...
Why did you suddenly cue him for no reason?
Facing the scorching gazes of the other men in black robes, Lu Yi reasonably suspected that Mios was playing tricks on him.
But as a believer, he obviously had no ability to resist and could only obediently repeat again: "Good day, my God."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other six black-robed believers followed with great insight: "Good day, Lord Saint."
Lu Yi resisted the urge to twitch his lips and said politely, "Good day, all the gods."
Mios then smiled with satisfaction and said lazily, "Then let's start today's report. Who wants to be the first?"
The black-robed man in the lower right corner took a step forward: "Lord God..."
…
It was still a routine report of the latest situation, and the other gods' messengers came forward one by one to explain the important matters.
Lu Yi listened quietly for a while, and the more he listened, the gloomier his heart became.
If he understood correctly, Mios was going to take complete action against the orcs?
His previous intervention in the orc royal family was indeed just a test. Now it seems that he did not get the desired result.
The only piece of information that could be considered good news was the information coming from the elves.
The apostle of the elves said that he finally contacted the elves' insiders, but all their plans in the Elf Forest were ruined by the resurgence of the Elf Mother Tree.
"Impossible." Mios's face suddenly darkened. "That broken tree is almost dead. There is no way it can radiate new vitality!"
He knew the origin of the so-called Elf Mother Tree better than anyone else. Apart from Chaos, the God of Light, no other power could bring the tree back to life.
Kochaos had already fallen in the Ragnarok thousands of years ago!
The apostle immediately trembled and bent down, "My Lord, I have repeatedly confirmed with the insider that the mother tree of the elves must have revived again!"
Mios concentrated and stretched out his hand.
A water-like mirror surface appeared in the center, and the scene of the elves slowly appeared on the screen.
The lush Elf Mother Tree swayed in the breeze, and the gorgeous leaves collided with each other, making a rustling sound.
Mios's expression became particularly ugly.
He waved his hand, and the image in the mirror changed accordingly.
The scene of the elves faded, replaced by a frozen picture.
Lu Yi held his breath silently.
The scene in that picture was exactly what the elves experienced at that time.
First there was the blood-soaked Yu Jin, with a forest fire burning wildly behind him, but his eyes seemed to still be looking into the distance with nostalgia.
The camera turned again, and the blond, blue-eyed Lu Yi Klein was floating in the air with his eyes closed.
The towering elven mother tree behind him emitted an incomparably brilliant light, the forest fire was extinguished by the rain, and the flowers of the elven trees behind him bloomed one after another.
Mios suddenly withdrew his hand and chuckled, "Waste! Waste!! He should be thankful that he died in that fire!"
Even with His help, he couldn't even handle a few tiny elves. If not a waste, what is he?!
The water mirror shattered, and Mios suppressed his voice and said, "Why didn't you report this earlier?"
The apostle who was reporting trembled even more violently, and replied tremblingly: "My Lord, I couldn't contact you before, and the last meeting did not go on as scheduled..."
Mios said coldly: "Are you blaming me?"
"The believers would never dare to do that! We definitely don't mean that!!"
Mios moved his index finger slightly, and the apostle instantly fell heavily backwards like a puppet.
A muffled sound was heard.
The invisible wall of air smashed his internal organs into pieces.
If he was not a strong elf but a human, he would surely be dead at this moment.
“There won’t be a next time.”
The apostle endured the severe pain all over his body, swallowed the blood and flesh in his throat, kowtowed heavily and said: "Thank you, Lord..."
Mios stopped looking at him, his eyes fixed on the front, and he murmured, "Luyi Klein, it's you again..."
Lu Yi, who had huddled like a quail under the throne, swallowed silently.
Good death.
This time, real hatred is running in both directions.
Iris was the last messenger to report.
He took another step forward and stepped into the center of the circle. Although he was wearing the same black robe, he looked more noble than the other gods' messengers.
Iris slowly drew an inverted cross on her chest. "My God, the Holy See has successfully persuaded the Magic Association. The stationed Knight Saints will move into Bryside College next week and will be ready to be dispatched at any time."
Lu Yi was slightly relieved when he heard this.
Mios's frown relaxed slightly and he asked, "Have you found the burial site of Brayside?"
Burial Ground? ?
Lu Yi's heart became even more anxious.
"Not yet, my God."
Mios' expression remained unchanged. "The elves' burial ground is guarded by an elf tree. You have completely lost the opportunity to invade it."
"Then we must not miss the two burial sites of the human race."
Lu Yi's heart moved slightly.
Professor Cotton had previously told him that the Genting Library was one of the only two human garrisons.
He subconsciously thought at the time that there were only two burial sites, but now from what Mios said, it turned out that there were two burial sites within the human race, not just two burial sites in total.
“The Boneyard seals more than just the monsters from the abyss.” Mios laughed softly.
"Everyone, that is also your hope of becoming a god."
Lu Yi opened his eyes wide.
"Oh, I forgot, maybe you haven't heard of the burial ground yet, little saint?"
Lu Yi pretended to be confused and nodded.
“It’s okay.” Mios chuckled. “You only need to understand one thing. The burial ground contains countless broken godheads.”
"And I can let you have it."
…
…
"Lord Xia!"
The nun held up the gorgeous white robe, bowed slightly and nodded to the oncoming blond young man. The other nuns standing behind her also greeted the young man.
Xia gave her a sweet smile, and his eyes fell on the exceptionally exquisite white robe and several trays in the team.
Xia asked curiously: "Sister, is this the clothes for His Majesty?"
There were twenty-eight trays, and there were four robes alone.
Such a complex robe must be the attire of extremely powerful people in the Vatican.
But the nun shook her head and said with a smile: "No, Master Xia, this is His Highness Lanter's robe. His Highness will preach in front of the Temple Square on Sunday..."
Xia immediately understood, "I see! Then I am really lucky to have caught up with Lant's first sermon as the Son of God!"
The nun smiled and said, "That day will definitely be very lively. I heard that His Majesty will be there in person. If you plan to attend, you must go early to grab a seat!"
——Only ordinary people outside the Vatican need to go to the Temple Square to reserve a seat.
Xia continued to smile and said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, I will definitely go ahead and get a spot with the best view! Thank you for your reminder, sister!"
"It's okay. I'm happy if I reminded you." The nun said with a smile, "But we are in a hurry to deliver clothes to His Highness Lanter. Shall we go first?"
Xia nodded, but the next second he remembered something and said, "Sister! Can I go with you?"
"Hmm? You wanna come with us?"
Xia nodded again, "Yes, sister, Lant and I are very good friends!
"We had a very good relationship when we were in St. Dove, and later we participated in the Holy Son Selection Competition together. I am so happy for him that he can become the Holy Son! It's a pity that I haven't seen him since Luo Saiqiao left, and I really miss him..."
"So that's how it is!" said the nun. "But when you think about it, it's true. Xia and His Highness Lanter are both very gentle people. It's normal for them to be friends."
Xia smiled slightly and quickly followed the leading nun.
"Sister, let me help you get it!"
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