"A holy grail that grants immortality or healing, a spear that brings victory and power, a crown of thorns that Yahweh wore on his head before his crucifixion..."
"The ark of salvation that leads to the end of the world..."
Finally, Walter asked:
"Are these comparable to other divine artifacts?"
"Of course not!" The kneeling monk suddenly realized.
He bowed his head respectfully.
"I am narrow-minded and stupid."
"The Lord will forgive your stupidity." Walter raised his hand, motioning him to go back.
The kneeling monk stood up flattered.
With an even more pious expression, he clenched the cross in his hand and returned to the starting position.
Walter's eyes swept over everyone present.
Especially those who look ashamed.
They were all confused people who had just begun to waver, and were persuaded to "wake up" with just a few words from Walter.
After this, their faith will be stronger.
but.
This level of enthusiasm alone is not enough!
Walter slowly walked towards the stone wall.
That was the highest point in the entire ritual space and also the place closest to the artifact storage room.
He looked around and said loudly:
"Everyone! As long as the ritual succeeds, what will the Hermit Society mean to us? We will become legends in the world of monks!"
"When the time comes, killing the members of the Hermit Society will be our first true sacrifice to our Lord!"
"At the same time, it will also be our token of loyalty to gain a firm foothold on Blue Star!"
There was madness in Walter's eyes and his tone was fanatical.
"Everyone is afraid of the Hermit Society, and we will make them afraid!"
"All of this is a gift from our Lord!"
"The success of the ritual will only be the first step we are about to take! Next, we will use the holy relics to welcome our Lord's return at any time!"
Everyone placed their hands across their chests, lowered their heads and chanted loudly.
"Welcome back, my Lord!"
"Welcome back, my Lord!"
"Welcome back, my Lord!"
The enthusiasm in his tone made Fu Cheng's heart tremble.
Oh my god?
This is a cult?!
Can he go back alive?
…
Outside.
A thumb-sized paper figure sneaked into the underground palace.
It moved slowly along the wall, and then with a "bang", it hit the transparent barrier.
"Come quickly, there's movement over here!"
There were hurried footsteps coming from the corner in the distance.
The paper man moved his stick-drawn hands and feet nimbly and swiftly, climbing up the wall.
Then stick it on the wall, and its color will change, completely blending into the wall.
The monks passed below.
"What's going on? No?"
"The people from that organization...are indeed not to be underestimated. Let's search carefully around them!"
"Yes, don't let them get close!"
After the monks exchanged ideas, they hurriedly separated.
On the ground, hidden behind the grass.
Everything the paper man saw was displayed in front of Mai Xuan and Jin Shile through a palm-sized mirror.
Jin Shile threw away the controller of the paper man, leaned on the ground and looked up at the sky, sighing heavily.
"Alas! They won't even let us get close, how are we going to get in?"
This group of monks are really on guard against people!
Since discovering they were outside, the monks hadn't ventured far beyond the barrier.
They didn't even give them a chance to take hostage and interrogate them!
Mai Xuan looked at the empty corridor in the mirror, touching his chin thoughtfully.
"Didn't they take a lot of hostages? If that's the case, there must be a way for non-Christians to get in, but we haven't discovered it."
"So what if there is? By the time we find the clue, everything inside will be almost over, right?"
Jin Shile said without hope.
He thought of something and raised his head with nervousness in his eyes.
"Wait, why are they arresting ordinary people? Are the hostages inside in danger?"
"I don't know." Mai Xuan said helplessly, "That's why we have to find a way to get in as soon as possible!"
The later we are, the more dangerous the captured hostages will be!
At this moment, the bushes next to him moved.
Feng Feng tore off the invisibility talisman on his body: "I'm back."
Jin Shile looked back in surprise.
"How is it? Have you found their base camp?"
Feng Feng pondered for a moment: "Hmm... It's not the base camp, should I say the ceremony site?"
He stuck a new talisman on the mirror and recited the incantation silently.
Then he put his middle finger and index finger together and pressed the talisman: "Go!"
Ripples appeared on the mirror surface and the scene on it suddenly changed.
Before the scene change was completed, Feng Feng explained to the two of them.
"Through the barrier range tested by the paper man, I successfully found the area directly above the ritual site."
"But just like the tunnel below, if you try to go down by cutting a hole in it, you'll be blocked by a transparent barrier halfway through. It's completely impossible."
"But the perspective charm can be used. I left a shadow charm there, which can transmit the situation below to the mirror."
Jin Shile opened his mouth wide.
"Oh my god! Is there such a thing?"
He gave a thumbs up and could only say one word - "absolutely"!
Mai Xuan pondered, "It seems the ancient formation isn't that magical after all. The loopholes are too obvious!"
"That's not the case." Feng Feng shook his head in denial.
"I tried my half-baked spells, but the transparency charm with the same effect didn't work at all."
"The secret realm below is a magical secret realm, and the formation's defenses are of course also magical methods. Only we can exploit this loophole."
The scene of the ceremony in the mirror is fully revealed.
Inside the underground palace, the light is dim and eerie, yet one can vaguely outline the intricate structure and the splendor of the carved beams and painted buildings.
It was like a corner of a palace buried underground.
Even amidst the decay, one can still glimpse the former glory.
The most eye-catching of them.
It’s nothing more than the huge magic circle in the center that almost occupies half of the space.
A strange light was flowing on it, like the Milky Way pouring down, illuminating everything around it.
Only the upper right corner is still shrouded in thick shadows, which is out of tune with other parts.
On the magic circle.
Dozens of hostages tied up were placed randomly on it.
They were all as pale as paper, their eyes were empty, their breathing was weak, and their chests were barely rising or falling.
But no one paid any attention to them.
The magic circle was surrounded by kneeling believers wearing black monk robes.
The black robe looked even darker in the dim light, as if it was the darkest ink in the night, swallowing up all the light.
The faces of these believers were filled with an almost crazy piety.
His mouth opened and closed as if chanting some extreme blessing.
"Holy crap! What kind of cult ritual is this?" Jin Shile's face was filled with shock. "They're using living people for sacrifice?!"
The so-called formal church.
After the advent of the extraordinary trend, it is no different from a cult!
Feng Feng frowned.
"The magic circle is even brighter than what I just saw!"
In contrast, the situation of the hostages is even worse!
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