Feast of villains

Chapter 117 117. Four-Winged Angel, Rena from the previous life...

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 117 117. Four-Winged Angel, Rena from the previous life...

The high walls of the monastery are in sight, but the nuns' robes are missing.

Looking in through the crack in the door, you can see the stone walls that have become lifeless, the narrow corridor, the windows with iron rods, the decayed wooden doors... If it weren't for the cross still standing on the spire, no one would think that this is a church.

Human skeletons were scattered across the overgrown yard.

Susha blinked a few times, made a cross sign on her chest with her right hand, and sighed:

"This is really a tragedy. May their spirits rest in peace, Amen..."

Then, she grabbed Nance and rushed in enthusiastically.

"Let's go in quickly and take a look..."

The wooden door entering the monastery was kicked down.

The moment Nance stepped in, an illusory layer of prayer sounds suddenly sounded in his ears.

——I own the dead and I let them go.

——I was surprised to find that they were not as rumored.

——They died so surely, so peacefully, so happily.

Drowsily, Nance woke up from the "Requiem" and knew that it was the voice of the nun he had just seen.

"Hurry up!" Susha shouted from the front.

Nance then moved forward again.

Most of the buildings in this monastery are made of stone, giving people a cold and hard feeling.

Whether it is the walls, window sills or eaves, everything is smooth and straight, just like a prison where prisoners are held...

Having said that, a building must be occupied by people to be considered a building. A building without people's activities will become a ruin. The church of this monastery is still standing after hundreds of years of wind and rain. It is definitely not a ruin... I say so.

The ruins are pretty much the same.

Before entering the church, Nance and Sousa walked around the outside.

On the mottled walls, you can still vaguely see the appearance of murals. Although the colors have faded, the general appearance can still be distinguished.

Religion is at the forefront of life, providing people with the means to end their lives and lives. This is an era when theocracy is truly supreme, as shown in the mural: Under the blazing sky, a few haggard but full of vitality trees sway.

The branches and leaves of the green trees intersect with the carved leaves on the majestic church building.

Every morning and evening, residents come here to sit among the flowers in the garden and among the treetops, breathe in the cool air, and sing evening prayers.

They have been coming here for decades to attend mass and listen to sermons.

While praying devoutly to God, give your savings and your ability to think independently.

In every mural, nuns are never absent, and they have dedicated their lives to it.

How many of these nuns are voluntary and how many are forced... Nance was thinking about something and gradually came to the ancient and huge Gothic church.

The flat stone wall is like a copper wall and an iron wall, like the embodiment of God's cold truth.

Such a solid structure is too powerful for humans, and there is no possibility of resistance.

The gap in the door.

Something flashed past.

Colors, patterns, freshness.

The dark brown stone building is therefore dyed with a bright color.

"Hey!" Susha waved her hand in front of Nance, "What's the matter with you? You're in a trance. Did you encounter a ghost?"

Nance looked at the heavy door in front of him and murmured: "I have a hunch that I will see an angel when I open the door."

"Angel?" Susha was stunned for a moment, then shrugged boredly, "Angels don't hurt people, so it doesn't matter even if you see them."

"What if she becomes a fallen angel?"

"...I suddenly remembered that I still have something to discuss with sister Qingxian. You can stay here and explore slowly."

Although she said she wanted to run away and her eyes were wary of the surroundings, Miss Su finally showed a bit of loyalty at the critical moment and did not really leave Nance and run away.

Nance carefully looked at the building in front of him again.

This solid outer wall looks like a solid piece of black and gray from the outside, supported by huge buttresses at short intervals. The central hall and its two wing corridors can only be supported by rose-shaped windows inlaid with stained glass.

Come and get some light.

The rose window is extremely artistically hung above the church door, and the luxurious shape of the border is the unique culture of the so-called Gothic.

It is really a prison full of art... Nance stretched out his hand forward with emotion.

The heavy wooden door opened with a creak, and the long corridor stretched straight forward.

The interior of the church is dark and full of mystery, with turbid air and floating dust. It is unknown how many years it has been abandoned.

At this moment.

There was the sound of singing psalms inside the church, which was ethereal and neat, and went straight to the bottom of my heart.

At the same time, the thick clouds in the sky moved, and the sun emerged half-covered, casting a soft and bright light.

It was light, like there was light, and there was a sound like falling feathers...

"What are you doing?"

Such a slender and crisp voice... Susha couldn't help but admire it.

The angel is standing in front of you.

Straight jet-black hair, and snow-white skin as smooth as porcelain.

The big pupils glowed softly.

Dotting those eyes were long, shiny black eyelashes.

This is a stunningly beautiful girl that even women are attracted to.

Angels are inherently neutral and holy creatures, so it seems reasonable to say that they can attract women... Susha smiled and couldn't help but raise her feet to get closer, "This sister, howling... Ouch!"

She turned back and glared at Nance, who was tugging on her arm.

"Don't move," Nance reminded.

Miss Su snorted.

She put on a cold expression and turned her head away from him.

Just now this guy gave her a long, wet kiss while she was dazed, and she was still angry now.

Nance ignored her and said to the girl: "Hello, we are lost travelers."

In the slightly dim light, the girl was dressed in white robe, floating there like an angel.

Hearing him speak, she smiled gently and said, "Please come with me."

After saying that, she turned around and walked from the aisle to the altar of the church.

Her slender figure shrouded in a white robe made Nance feel very friendly even though he had not hugged her yet.

Of course, this was not because he felt friendly even though she was a beautiful woman, but from her voice, he recognized her perfect face and her youthful body - those were the photos he had seen in Sister Reina's room.

, is Sister Lena in her teenage years.

He pulled Susha toward the darkness.

Unlike familiars, which everyone can become, divine familiars are born with them, and without them, there will be no more.

Whenever an angel dies, a new angel is born.

In a strict sense, each divine envoy corresponds to the inheritance of a certain angel and does not come out of thin air.

Although there is no evidence yet, Nance has already equated this girl with Sister Reina.

In the aisle, Shadow looked at the interior of the church with a penetrating and sharp sight. Her perception was so sharp that it could even penetrate solid walls and stone floors.

The pillars supporting the dome are full of strange decorations and contain many strange words.

The wooden fence in front of the choir is hung with a red multi-pleat curtain. When the curtain is closed, the altar behind cannot be seen from the front area. Some pillars separate the wooden fence at equal distances and support the pulpit inside the wooden fence.

and pipe organ. This part of the building is integrated with the decoration of the church. Carved columns can be seen on the outside of the wooden grille, supporting the beams of the central hall.

If a curious person is brave enough and looks beyond the choir area, he or she can peek into the altar behind the red curtain.

"Nance, there's something weird..."

Shadow whispered to Nance.

"The church is a monotheistic religion and does not admit that anything has the power to compete with God, so there is no picture of worshiping other gods. Look at the carvings on the pillars. It is the Kabbalah Tree of Life... Over there, that

It’s not Beelzebub, it’s the sun god in Phoenician mythology… and the uncle holding the trident over there is Poseidon, the sea god in Greek mythology.”

As Nance was listening, the shadow's voice suddenly disappeared.

The space became quiet.

Suddenly, the muscles on Nance's face contracted.

——Sight.

She noticed it.

Nance's body was covered with goosebumps, and his vision slowly raised.

The girl stood facing him.

"Child, please don't listen to the slanders, they are just demons." She said to Nance in a thin voice, "God is almighty, the perfect creator, and the only true God in the world."

Nance frowned and said: "The creator must be perfect, so the devil must also be created by God."

"Gu~"

Dora A pecked his ear to express dissatisfaction.

In Yingying's view, the queen is almighty and not created by God at all.

The girl opposite smiled innocently and said: "That's right."

"If the devil was not created by God, then God is not perfect." Nance continued, "In the doctrine, even evil can only exist within the scope allowed by God. The devil was created just to set off

God's love and omnipotence are villains who exist to justify 'goodness'. In other words, the devil is allowed to inhabit this world only because it has been given the mission of a preacher, because it can convert God's

Existence justification.”

The girl said in her usual innocent tone: "What an interesting talk."

Her voice is still young and pure, and it is still a pure girl's voice.

With her delicate facial features, watery pupils, and fair and delicate skin...she is a living little angel in terms of temperament and appearance.

"Please come with me."

The girl turned around and walked towards the back of the curtain as if she were walking on the clouds.

Long octagonal windows inlaid with stained glass.

Huge candle chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling. The front is a huge door-shaped decoration, and the innermost is called the altar - it is completely an altar, with an altar in the front and a cross in the back.

What was enshrined on the altar was not incense or flowers, but another naked girl.

Beside the sleeping girl, there are many books, and the covers of each book are clearly displayed.

In addition, Nance also noticed that there were many female images carved on the pillars around the altar.

Although he couldn't clearly identify them, judging from the composition and meaning, most of them were goddesses from legends. The only one he could accurately identify was Nuwa - after all, the way Nuwa squeezed mud was so recognisable.

The girl noticed Nance's eyes looking around and asked softly: "It's incredible, isn't it?"

Nance nodded silently.

"All the rules in this monastery have been strictly maintained since the religious reform period and remain unchanged." The girl's smile remained unchanged, endearing, and she said lightly: "In the monotheistic religion, the creator is the only god, so the existence of the goddess

was abolished. Even attributes such as fertility, love, and birth that have been dominated by women since ancient times have been taken away by God. But here, there are so many images of female gods. I said they are demons. Do you believe it?

?”

Nance shook his head silently.

Doraemon also shook his head, and Shadow also curled his lips secretly. Only Susha nodded directly: "Believe it, you don't look like a liar, of course I believe you."

At this time, Secretary Su was already confused by the illusion.

The scary thing about this illusion is that if you can't guess the girl's mind, you will never wake up.

Doraemon doesn't believe it because in his heart the Queen is omnipotent;

Miss Shadow doesn't believe it because she has an invincible keen heart and can penetrate the truth of things;

Nance didn't believe it because he found a book called "The Witch's Hammer" among the books on the altar.

This book, written by two monks and inquisitors in the 15th century, details how to identify witches.

As the basis for witch hunting, this book intensified the trend of witch hunting. It is one of the dark histories that the Holy See tried its best to cover up, and it will never be allowed to appear in a place like a monastery.

In addition to this book, there are also a bunch of books that can be related to the Holy See, such as "The Key of Solomon", "The Book of Honorius", "Genesis", "The Book of Glory" and "The Revealed Secrets".

"Sir, you are not a devout believer." The girl laughed in a clear and melodious voice, "According to the teachings, I will judge you."

Holy wings spread out from her back.

——Two pairs!

The scene in Nance's eyes suddenly changed.

The sky became dark and deep, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The mist settled in the mid-air, and crimson moonlight penetrated between the clouds and shone into the Holy See, making people feel awe and uneasiness from the bottom of their hearts.

"Wow even!"

Susha trembled violently.

"Goo!"

Doraemon has entered a predatory state.

The girl's watery eyes opened wide, and her bud-like lips trembled slightly.

Jet black hair swaying.

Her solemn expression was like an angel being judged.

But it's not.

——She is a witch.

Or maybe it's a fallen angel.

This girl with an angelic face is more suitable than anyone else to become a fallen angel.

The more beautiful and pure it is, the more divinity will be transformed into demonic nature, and it will be extraordinarily thick and powerful.

The four-winged angel stood right in front of me.

Straight black hair, skin as delicate as light snow.

Nance's face was reflected in his big eyes. His expression was not panic, but there was some pity.

What did he think of?

There was a hint of expectation in the girl's holy expression.

"In the eyes of outsiders, the monastery is a place where people can perfect their self-cultivation. It can iron out the most painful thoughts, relieve the most severe pain, and prepare a soft bed for the sufferings of life."

The girl did not stop the trial.

A smooth holy sword floated upward from her chest, and the hilt was held in her small palm.

"But are the nuns really willing to understand the greatness of the God they serve devoutly?"

The girl said nothing.

The holy sword pierced the air and slashed with unparalleled light.

——Judgment is coming.

"The Holy See flaunts itself as spotless, attracting women from every corner of the world and making them the embodiment of holiness. These lovely girls have given up all the cares of life and committed suicide slowly in the arms of God. Monastic life requires freedom from the earthly world.

Completely freed from things, their souls are lamenting, but no one can hear them because this is a prison..."

Nance said this as fast as he could in his life.

The holy sword was hanging above his head, less than one centimeter away, and the sharp edge of the sword had already cut a trace of blood on his forehead.

--so close!

Nance's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was beating violently.

The four-winged angel is the second-level Son of God Angel, a terrifying existence of the same level as the Queen. No matter if this girl is a main angel, a power angel, or the weakest powerful angel in the second level, she can do it without any trouble.

The force of blowing ashes destroyed him.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

The girl is laughing.

"Really..." A sweet and tender voice floated out from her soft little lips, "...It's so interesting, so interesting..."

The holy sword disappears.

The girl's face was full of happy smiles.

——What's going on?

Nance had a guess.

The tragedy that happened here may have been caused by her own hands.

Due to some changes, she fell from a holy nun to an evil fallen angel, and was suppressed here. Of course, her soul was eliminated, but her body was only sealed... Over the years, the body regained a trace of spiritual intelligence.

, launched a bloody revenge here.

Nance thought it was fairly easy to understand.

After all, it is the body of a four-winged angel.

Whether it is used as medicine or as a drink, it is a rare treasure, so those people back then were not willing to destroy it.

(End of chapter)