Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

This church is not big, but the main door and the small door behind the cross are closed.

As soon as the thought of escaping appeared, she was suppressed by an inexplicable sense of calm. Esther's emotions were struggling between chaos and calmness. Her tense nerves seemed to be hanging on a metronome, constantly beating back and forth on both ends.

This was an extraordinary person, and it was effectively affecting her thinking. Esther immediately made this judgment. Esther smiled nervously at the priest. Although she wanted to look back at the door again, she did not dare to look away from him.

There was no way to escape, so we could only see what the other party wanted to do, so Esther tried to say: "Hello."

"Please sit down, I know you are still lost."

Because the beard covered her face, Esther couldn't even see the priest's complete appearance, but his voice didn't sound aged, and those eyes that were so pure that there were no waves seemed to penetrate Esther's face gently. soul.

He knew "Li Xing", which made Esther's curiosity temporarily overcome his hesitation, and she sat down on the black bench in the first row obediently.

The backrest is soft, Esther thought.

A touch of sleepiness and exhaustion emerged, and then her breathing stagnated, and her body suddenly tensed up again. Esther realized that she had unknowingly entered a state of relaxation. Even though she knew she should be wary of the other person, her consciousness was always slipping to the other side.

Is this also a type of extraordinary ability?

The white-robed priest did not get close to Esther, but still stood in front of the cross: "You have already seen Hells. Even if you leave part of the spirit body as comfort, it is impossible to suppress his madness."

Esther didn't speak, but subconsciously raised her arm and pressed it on her waist bag, breathing rapidly because of uneasiness.

But this uneasiness didn't last long. Under some milder external influence, it quickly disappeared, and she couldn't even produce any intense emotions.

The priest's expression seemed to be one of compassion, and his eyes were so calm that they could not tolerate impurities:

"The longer you stay away from Source Castle, the more seriously you are weakened by the real world. My father once reminded Zoya that without the birth of the master of 'Source Castle', if he forcibly left the spiritual world and came to reality, he would only continue to lose strength."

Esther's pupils dilated slightly: "So, you are..."

"Yes, just as you thought." The priest's smile was very kind. He walked slowly towards Esther and sat next to her. "His eldest son, Amon's brother, was killed in the third era. Called 'Angel of Utopia'."

When the priest came closer, Esther's fingers trembled, but she just held them in the air with no ability to activate them.

"You can call me Adam."

Esther turned her head in the direction of Adam and met his gaze. She felt that her mind was getting more and more confusing and it was difficult to concentrate her thoughts. She saw her own reflection in those eyes, and the brighter and brighter hair in her hair. light.

Those light spots began to float out uncontrollably, hovering blankly in the church and slowly scattering.

Esther's hair gradually lost its color and turned silver, but her consciousness seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the strange mark of shimmering light in her eyes appeared and disappeared.

"Your questions will be answered soon. There is no need to be so vigilant. I have no hostility. As for Amon... He doesn't quite understand the limits of mental damage. He has always been too willful and doesn't care about the feelings of others."

Adam's gentle voice did not pause for long. He watched Esther's increasingly tired expression and continued speaking, not caring whether she heard clearly:

"He left a lot of bad impressions on you and brought you trouble, which made you feel resentful towards Him. I also tried to reduce this influence and let you trust Him more subconsciously. , including his clone.

"Amon pushed his dissatisfaction with Zoya onto you. However, I don't fully understand the dispute between him and Zoya, and my persuasion did not have much effect. However, Zoya's defense methods are very special. Maybe this can make Amon What did Meng learn from it.

"You're stronger than I thought, too, which is a good thing."

Esther tried her best to hold up her eyelids, and a few light spots fell from her eyes and swept her eyelashes: "When did you..."

Her words were slurred and she couldn't speak completely. Another cluster of light spots fell from Esther's head. They avoided the direction of Adam and scattered throughout the church.

Adam no longer maintained eye contact with Esther, and he looked up at those star-like light spots: "I'm sorry about what happened in that city."

Esther didn't dare to close her eyes. The sense of sleepiness for no reason made her feel faintly afraid. However, this kind of fear had already turned into a gentle feeling of ease before she could even sustain a breath.

Was that that time? Just when she met Amon's true form in the land abandoned by the gods...

Esther raised the corners of her mouth slightly. The more she wanted to activate her "stealing" ability, the more intense the feeling of distress that urged her to close her eyelids was. She had to stop thinking, regulate her breathing, and try to maintain her consciousness. : "I don't know what you did, but I can only guess that it has something to do with Zoya. Because that is Amon's goal..."

"The person who brought you here is just a clone. Amon doesn't want to get close to you. Because Zoya's condition is not stable, under my persuasion, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​using shortcuts." Adam turned to Esther again. , his fingers pressed on the cross on his chest, "Accordingly, He decided to throw you directly to me and let me deal with your situation."

"My situation." Esther murmured in a low voice, as if she was talking in her sleep. She struggled to find it in her consciousness, but rational and clear thinking kept slipping away from her hands like water.

She saw Adam stand up, walk up to her, and slowly raise the cross in his hand so that the small silver cross faced her front.

Just looking at this action, it seemed like He was praying for her.

"Yes, this will require you to stay here for a while, and such treatment is beneficial to you and can solve most of your problems... I hope you don't mind."

I mind, Esther thought, but didn't say anything.

Because of her body's relaxation, she could no longer look at Adam dressed as a white-robed priest, but her head dropped forward little by little, and her silver bangs blocked her face.

"Esther, the cocoon and the butterfly are one."

All the light spots broke away from Esther's hair. As Esther got closer and closer to sleep, they gradually lost their vitality and hovered still in the church.

Dots of soft light were scattered and intertwined, illuminating every shadow here, which made Adam's smile softer. He held the cross and shook it above Esther's head.

"Mercy be upon you, your faults may be forgiven, and you may see the dawn."

As Adam finished speaking, a bit of silver light spread out from the olive branch next to the cross, and gently enveloped Esther.

A buzzing sound resounded throughout the church, and the light points suspended in the air vibrated in response to each other. There were faint filaments extending from their interiors, constantly trying to outline the wheel, but they could only show broken patterns.

Adam raised his head, and the soothing power spread from him to the surroundings, causing those voices to quickly return to silence.

He is still smiling:

"The remnants of those who have turned their backs on God, may your heart revive."

The light curtain that enveloped Esther gradually turned to a light osmanthus yellow, a light gold that was colder and gentler than the sun, eroding her consciousness from the outside inward.

Adam let go of the cross and let it fall naturally on his chest.

——

The strange buzzing sound in his spiritual intuition quickly woke Klein up from his sleep.

It was not an attack. The sound only sounded for a short moment and then disappeared.

After he sat up suddenly, he realized that the four black spots associated with the gray mist had reappeared on the back of his right hand, but there was a new light spot in the middle, which was emitting a slight sting.

Without any hesitation, Klein quickly walked four steps backwards and climbed onto the gray fog to see what happened to cause such an abrupt change.

His question was answered immediately.

In the grand hall, which had always been deserted and quiet, there was a turbulence of light.

The light that is suspected to be "Zoya" has been sealed in a translucent container and is flowing crazily throughout the hall.

The originally complete container has disappeared. After losing its original restraint, the light inside spreads into a twisted round wheel, almost occupying the top of the entire hall. The edge of the light wheel continued to disintegrate into light spots, and then stretched out filaments, trying its best to probe deeper into the gray mist.

But those filaments are extremely weak, and often only spread to the middle section, then collapse feebly and turn back into light spots, and then are swallowed up by the rolling and boiling gray mist around them.

Such a change made Klein frown. A piece of light tried to approach him sitting in the front seat, but was quickly torn apart after touching a few wisps of gray around Klein.

The gray mist surrounding the outermost periphery showed a different initiative than usual, like a pack of wolves that were constantly biting around the wheel. Once a light spot fell, they would greedily rush towards it and drown out the light.

how so?

Klein didn't dare to continue observing. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he allowed the gray mist to swallow up the light.

The man sitting on the seat of "The Fool" raised his hands. He imagined the scene he had seen once before. The gray mist gradually flowed and circled around the light wheel, gathering into a vortex that almost formed a substance.

The brightness of the light wheel gradually became dim. After that, as it continued to shrink in size, the color of the light became lighter and lighter, sometimes revealing a texture like a silver stream, and then returned to its original state.

As the gray fog surrounded the light, this process was repeated until finally the entire hall returned to calm.

The translucent ball hung in mid-air, but the light inside was almost completely extinguished, leaving only some dark silver shadows that were slowly curling up into a ball, wrapping the shimmering interior.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to take the ball of light.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he held the light ball and walked towards the depths of the hall, approaching the stairs that he could not climb yet.

Except for a few of the previously directed directions of those shiny threads, which were directed towards Klein, most of them were extending into the depths of the gray mist.

There may be something hidden there that can help it improve its condition.