Ember Gun

  Chapter 137 The Gate of Heaven

  The place of seven hills, the Cathedral of Saint Nalo.

  The cold evening breeze poured into this magnificent church from the window, and the invisible big hand slightly lifted the white curtain, shaking and swaying the cluster of candlelights, as if they had come to life, and then breathed.

  As the power center of the Holy Gospel Papal State, the scale of St. Nalo’s Cathedral is much more magnificent than ordinary people imagine. The towering spires point to the sky like spears, where the lights are brightly lit and the melodious hymns resound around the clock.

This is the place where the world’s faith is most concentrated, and the most magnificent church in human history. It is built entirely of huge and neat white bricks, inlaid with gold and silver. Under this land, the popes of the past are buried. It is a pilgrimage place that all believers are fascinated by. .

  Some people say that there is a gate hidden deep in this city-like church, which leads to the holy heaven.

Stepping up the stairs with history, the long red carpet stretches under the golden icon. It looks up at the dome, and the gods portrayed on it are also looking at the mortal world, even on a cold winter night. , It was still warm here, the air was filled with sweetness, the melted wax oil solidified on the ground and gathered into a white tide, engulfing all beliefs.

  The priest wore a black robes, and the fire guns and swords appeared slightly as they stepped.

  He is so incompatible with this place, although the priest is the most pious believer, but the soul of the devil is hidden under that flesh and blood.

It stands to reason that it takes a lot of people to take care of such a huge building, but every time the priest comes back here, everything is in order, as if the attendant has just dealt with it, but no matter how you look for it, you will find that there is only you in the end. Just like a person, it seems that what keeps this church running is the ghost that is hard to see, warm and cold.

The rustle of the pen rubbing against the paper sounded, and the man dressed in a plain white robe was sitting behind a mahogany table full of documents. There was no trace of steam technology here, everything was like the ancient and solemn centuries ago portrayed in an oil painting. .

  The candle fire like the sea surged around the person, rippling slightly with the breeze.

The interior of St. Nalo Cathedral is as magnificent as a maze. Many functional departments of the Gospel Church are built in it, even the papal hall that holds power. It is located on the upper floors of the church, standing on the painted floor-to-ceiling windows. Before, you can overlook the whole place of Qiqiu at sunset.

  The priest did not bother the man. He knelt on one knee on the red carpet, lowered his head in silence.

  Long time passed, everything was quiet enough that only the rubbing of the nib and the dripping of wax oil remained, until a tired sigh sounded, breaking the silence.

   "Father Anthony?"

  The man did not look up, but continued to write something on the paper. He was very attentive and had a strong pen.

The documents written on this table once determined the destiny of the entire Western world, but now a new destiny is being worked out. By his hand, the pope is now the Pope, Sene Lotaire, who is respected as the King of Emperors. .

   "Under the crown."

  Father responded.

   "Well, how is the matter going?"

   asked the pope casually, his pen moistened with ink, and continued to write.

   "The heretics have been burned to death, and the remains were thrown into the Tiber River. Now no one will oppose our proposal to build a factory anymore."

   "Where are those old guys?"

   "They have realized that the general situation is over and they are preparing to flee abroad. Most of them were intercepted and executed secretly on the spot for treason. A small number of the fish that slipped through the net are still being hunted."

   "Where are those who submit? Are they still trying to resist?"

   "No, we have secretly suppressed it many times. Now their wealth has shrunk dramatically, and those industries will return to the church one by one."

  Short conversation, without any emotion, but it is this kind of conversation that determines the direction of a kingdom.

  The Pope finally finished writing. He raised his head. There was no shocking face, but a simple iron face, on which a beautiful pattern was outlined with gold threads, hiding the real face underneath.

  "Father Anthony, I think it’s time for you to step out of the shadows. Now that the country is stable, we should look further away."

  During the short term of the Pope, he successfully squeezed all power, and now this power will hit the world outside the territory.

   "Under the crown..."

  The priest was a little astonished for a while. He was a guard in the shadows and the secret emissary of the Pope, but now the things in the shadows want to get out of the darkness.

   "Maybe only you can do this job."

  The pope stood up, the voice was very flat, but with an unrejectable order, the priest could only slowly get up and follow the pope.

   "Father Anthony, you should have heard those rumors recently."

   "You mean..."

   "The Demon Hunting Order, there is nothing to hide, just say it directly."

Unlike the brutal and **** pope at the center of the legend, in fact the pope has no inaccessible majesty. He is very approachable, just like an ordinary priest, but the priest can detect that he is a mortal under that calmness. The mystery and violence that cannot be seen.

He is like a giant whale cruising in the ocean, without tussling tusks and no chilling murderous aura, just like a mascot, but when the giant whale flips its body, it can break the ship at will. .

"The Demon Hunter Order has been rebuilt, and most of the logistical maintenance is gradually keeping up. Even the dusty and stagnant temple has been opened again... But Father Anthony, I only made armor and horses now. What it lacks now is OK. Knights in battle."

The pope did not continue, but looked back at the priest. The iron face was dark under his eyes. If it weren’t for the priest to see faint spots in the darkness, he even felt that he was under the iron face and robe. It was a shadowless ghost at work.

   "Follow me."

  He said again.

  In the deep promenade, when walking in this magnificent church in the middle of the night, the priest always feels that he has stepped into an endless maze, and every corner of his vision seems to be endless.

  Some people say that there are many secrets hidden in this huge labyrinth. Some doors lead to the burial grounds of successive popes, some doors lead to the unspeakable secrets, and some people say that behind a door is the sacred kingdom of heaven.

He didn't know where the pope was going to take him. The priest had only a vague expectation of everything that would take him. He felt a little crisis, but in front of the mysterious emperor, the priest did not even have the courage to hold on to the iron. Sword.

Only the pope in front of him knows the whole picture of this huge maze. Because the construction process is too long, the Cathedral of San Nalo has been in a state of being built and used. Most of the keys of the rooms have long been lost and forgotten. Only the master key in the hands of the pope Can open all of this.

   "Here we are, Father Anthony."

  The pope said suddenly that they did not know when the two had stayed in front of a huge wall with angels and demons painted on it, but at this moment they both had their faces in grief, and the expressions were so lifelike that the priest could not help but feel a little lost.

  He once dealt with a heresy case. There was a sculptor with amazing skills. His works are extremely lifelike. Some people say that he sealed the human soul in a stone to give the sculpture the "vitality" of a living person.

  The wall in front of you is like this, as if the angel and the devil are locked in it.

   "Under the crown..."

  Uneasy the priest has never had before.

"Father Anthony, you are the only people who have accepted the blood secret gift, and after the rebellion of Master Lawrence, we almost lost the blood secret technology, so I hope you will be responsible for the reconstruction of the Demon Hunter Order. I hope you don't let me down."

   "You mean to make me... the new patriarch?"

  The priest's voice trembled slightly, so glorious and fearful.

  The iron face is willing to head, and the voice cannot be rejected.

  "During your busy days, we have found the trace of Master Lawrence. He has betrayed God and he has to pay a price."

The pope said, and then took out a hexagonal iron key from under the white robe. Through the light, the priest could see that there are actually many grooves on the smooth surface that are indistinguishable by the naked eye, and this is the unevenness that can hardly be perceived. Set up this master key that can open everything.

Insert it into the gap in the wall familiarly without even twisting it. The key turns on its own. The huge mechanical structure twists and moves in a place invisible to the priest. Finally, the heavy wall is slowly pulled apart. A lift covered with dust and rust appeared in it.

   "I have heard those rumors, they call this thing the gate of heaven."

  There was a slight smile in his words, not sure if it was a mockery or something.

The priest was stuck in place. Those rumors were correct. In this labyrinthine church, there is a gate to heaven. Now it is in front of the priest. All the secrets are buried in it, and the wind flows from the depths. Slowly hit.

   "As the new patriarch, you still have a lot to learn, Father Anthony."

  A faint sound came from under the iron face.

The two stepped into it, and then the gate was sealed. The dust-covered lift began to work with the sound of metal rubbing. In the darkness, only the breathing of the priest seemed to be left, until the faint red light came from the gap under the feet. Lights up inside.

But as soon as an inexplicable force strangled his throat, fear and pressure went forward together, and as the depth deepened, the erosion continued to hit. The magnificent orchestral music changed from fuzzy to clear, as if there was an orchestra in the red light. Zhongsheng sang.

  He suddenly husky and laughed.

  The priest knew where the final destination was, but he thought it was a bit ridiculous. What kind of gate to heaven is this? This clearly leads to the burning **** deep in the dark.

  It has been forgotten for six years. It was once the residence of the Demon Hunting Order.

  Still Temple.

  (End of this chapter)