Chapter 153 153. Holy City
The capital of the Glorious Kingdom is the Holy City of Mist.
The pure white, magnificent palace, like a miracle, is built against the mountain and is hundreds of meters high.
This is a building that cannot be completed by pure human power.
According to legend, it was built by many holy magicians over a period of hundreds of years. Even in the prosperous civilization of the Central Continent, it is a wonder to be proud of.
Because of its solemn, dignified and sacred architectural style, it is called a temple.
Countless believers come to worship every year.
People need to climb three thousand steps to reach the temple, bathe in the holy light, and receive blessings and protection.
Two glorious angels, like gatekeepers, stand guard beside the pillars of the temple, and each of them has legendary strength!
In contrast to the two, no one dared to be presumptuous, not even the powerful dragons.
After three thousand steps, there is a huge garden full of colorful flowers. It is said that these are exotic varieties carefully cultivated by the temple.
Not only does it stay lit in all seasons, it also glows brightly at night.
Further back was the palace, which was extremely spacious, so large that it made people feel small, humble, and terrified.
It seems like a house for giants.
Each of the statues is so huge that people standing under them cannot even touch them with their fingernails, just like an ant.
At the end of the month, it was time to execute heretics as per custom.
In the center of the hall, next to the stakes lined up, various heretics were bound in order.
Generally speaking, there will be some dark creatures such as skeletons, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and stitched monsters, and occasionally some unlucky necromancers.
A truly powerful heretic is hard to come by once in several years or even decades.
Today is an exception.
The Pope who has been in seclusion for many years, busy cardinals and archbishops, and many cardinals attended the purification ceremony at the same time.
Last year's New Year's service was not so formal. Neither the Pope nor the Archbishop came at that time.
"Did they catch some big heretic?"
"Do you know who it is? The last time this happened, as I recall, was more than 20 years ago when I purified the remains of the Black Skull Legend."
The clergy below the stage were discussing. Generally speaking, the strength of the Church was limited to catching third-level heretics, and it would be troublesome if the strength was higher.
If the heretic is not stupid, he will not stay where he is and give you the opportunity to encircle and suppress him.
Unless someone is motionless like Dam, there is a chance to mobilize force.
A strong person has no energy to waste on futile running around.
The continent is too big, and mysterious events are happening everywhere. They prefer to protect the territory of the Church. Although they don't ignore the outside world, they are rarely interested in intervening.
The Holy City, as the world's most famous place where God descended, has always been a thorn in the eyes of heretics. It may encounter terrorist attacks and needs the protection of strong people.
Like a hundred years ago.
A dark existence that is almost like a god. In one fell swoop, it destroyed the Holy See Knights, killed the top knight of the Holy Land, and killed six glorious angels.
In the end, it was the previous Pope who, with the blessing of God and at the cost of his life, managed to repel the enemy.
“He has fallen.”
The 200-year-old pope loudly announced the good news to everyone: "Next, as long as we destroy the vehicle of His resurrection, the purification will be complete."
"Him?" Everyone looked confused. Ordinary heretics were not worthy of this title.
Someone seemed to have thought of something, with fanaticism in his eyes.
A group of warriors in white pushed a few people, tied them to silver crosses, and ripped off their clothes without mercy.
"Why humans?" a bishop with a sense of justice asked loudly.
"These are not humans. They are the Horcruxes of Deathrattle. If you want to destroy Him, all Horcruxes must be completely purified. Not a single one can be left." The Pope wearing the Mithril Crown shouted.
The crowd was in an uproar, and the noise echoed in the hall for a long time.
"You mean Death Language, Fall? How could He come to this point?" A male bishop raised his voice to suppress the discussions of the crowd.
"Impossible! No one on the continent can be his opponent. Could it be that the ancient powerful being has resurrected?" Another voice covered the entire audience.
"You can go to the Hall of Legends to see the murals for the specific details. In short, the demise of Deathrattle is a foregone conclusion." The Pope's conclusion suppressed all doubts.
The Deathly Whisper can be said to be a dark cloud that has shrouded the Temple for a century and is a serious concern.
In any case, His death was a good thing.
The church is happy to help with some finishing work to completely eliminate this hidden danger.
Thinking back to the time when God descended, he failed to capture the heretic. Some insiders even believed that He might finally take that step and become the strongest! Become a demigod!
The light gathers on the silver-white cross.
The bishops and divine magicians who were conducting ceremonies all around chanted loudly at the same time, trying their best to cover up the desperate wails.
Finally, it calmed down.
The skin turns to grease, which rises up as oil vapor.
A vague outline floats above the cross.
The black mist swirled around and dissipated along with it. "Rest in peace," the Pope muttered, drawing a cross on his collar with his fingers.
Carol, may your evil soul never exist again.
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the corner of the Eastern Continent.
Xiqi suddenly fainted on the way.
"Manager Xiqi! Are you okay?" A guard who was accompanying them checked Xiqi's condition and immediately called a handcart to transport her to Fulin Castle.
Inside the clean and spacious ward.
A group of people gathered around to check and chatter.
No one could see anything, and they could only wait for Evelyn to wake up from her deep meditation.
Lovey checked Xiqi's body and found no wounds, which ruled out physical damage. There was no negative force field, which ruled out an attack by vengeful spirits.
The damage is on the spiritual level, which is more troublesome, and waking up depends purely on luck.
Lovey cast some spells to stabilize Xiqi's mind and placed a stimulating flower on the tip of her nose.
After a lot of trouble, it started to work.
Xiqi's eyelids twitched and she coughed lightly twice.
"Are you okay?" Lovi withdrew his hand that was feeling the girl's heartbeat.
"I have a headache. Why is this happening?" Xiqi murmured with blank eyes.
In her memory, she saw herself being burned by the endless light. Her body floated away from the warm body.
So cold Everything in front of me is so dazzling, and my senses have not fully recovered until now.
"Have some water, Xiqi." Fiona sat beside the bed and handed over the ceramic cup.
Xiqi took the cup slowly and said thank you.
"If you are tired, just take a few days off." Lowe said generously.
Xiqi was silent: "Master, will I die?"
"Everyone will die, and I am no exception." As an idle person, Lowe is happy to answer philosophical questions.
"I don't want to die. I want to stay with you." Xiqi shook her head, and the light in front of her eyes gradually faded as time passed.
"I've spent so much money, I won't hand you over to others easily." Lovey promised gently.
(End of this chapter)
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