Whispering Verse

The church itself is a building with a very complex internal terrain, but thanks to the fact that most of the forks here are blocked by tables, chairs, benches or other debris, and Shade is almost certain that Joey Barton and Iluna Where to go, so even though he didn't see any trace of them, he still moved forward with a clear goal.

There are more ritual traces inside the church than the last time I came here. Even without a light source, it is enough to turn the corridor into gold. Most people are now fending off the undead, so Shade didn't see any other ring warlocks as he went deeper, but the loud chants echoed in his ears all the time.

The hymns of the Church of Nature tend to be folk songs. In the chorus, people can even close their eyes and see the vast grasslands under the sun and the lush dense forests in summer.

Shade didn't know what the singing at this time meant, but judging from the inside, the sealing ceremony was undoubtedly about to be completed.

The more you walk inward, the more you feel the corridor is skewed. The concept of death distorts the space, causing the corridor to be distorted to a certain extent in the four directions of up, down, left, and right. As the traces of the ritual became denser, Shade finally saw the silver metal wires crossing the corridor ahead, like spider silk, being broken by impact, which showed that he had not gone in the wrong direction.

Suddenly I heard a voice behind me and turned around to see a middle-aged man wearing square glasses and holding a sword in his hand walking towards him as if he was flying close to the ground. He looks older than Dr. Schneider, close to the boundary between middle age and old age. The golden aura that permeates his body represents how many magical rituals he has been enhanced by.

Shade recognized him. He was Mr. Lacon Matisse, the local twelve-ring warlock of the Church of the Sun. In addition to the thirteen-ring warlocks of the Church of Nature who were originally stationed in this diocese, he is the strongest ring warlock in this diocese.

"No need to explain, I know they're coming in. Let's go quickly."

Although the gentleman didn't talk much, he acted quickly, so the two of them continued moving forward together. Passing through the dense silver threads, and lifting the metal charms that swayed above the head to make the sound of wind chimes, the already thin white mist in the church became lighter and thinner, but at the same time the air became colder and colder. All the objects from the real world around him, and even the golden miraculous aura itself, are slowly fading.

When they turned into the final corridor, all the candlelight on the ground turned into a deep blue-black color, and the walls seemed to have experienced thousands of years of baptism. But this is at least better than the last time I came here, because the carvings of magical rituals on the wall are still shining tenaciously.

The white mist completely recedes here, and every time Mr. Schade and Mr. Lacan Matisse exhale white mist. None of them spoke, and they came to the end of the corridor in silence.

It was a square entrance connected to the ground, and from that entrance, black wind was gradually blowing out.

An old man wearing a white robe was unconscious on the side of the entrance. This should be the high-level warlock sent to help by the "Apuna Library", the ring warlock organization that Iluna mentioned. Mr. Mattis checked and confirmed that he had just fallen into a coma, and then used the long sword in his hand to draw a circle around the old man.

Golden traces of light appear in the circle notches, resisting the black wind blowing from the side. This is the unique magic of the Church of the Sun.

"The road below leads to the most real death. I am going to determine what happened. Do you want to come with me?"

After doing this, Mr. Mattis asked Shade, who of course nodded. However, once he enters the passage below, his "divine afterglow" state will become apparent.

Looking at the kerosene lamp hanging on his waist, Shade had an idea. He motioned to go ahead, raised the old-fashioned metal kerosene lamp, and then carefully walked down the thirteen steps.

The whistling black wind kept blowing from the front of the underground passage, and countless whispers rang in the ears. They were the whispers and unwillingness of the deceased at the end of his life.

The cold wind blew towards Shade, and the [Golden Necklace of the Ancient Witch] hanging on his chest first lit up. Then, in the kerosene lamp held high with the flame of [Primal Fire], the flame suddenly surged. , the blazing flame surged in the lampshade, illuminating the surroundings and protecting Shade.

The "divine afterglow" state has not appeared, and the necklace of the First Fire and the Witch is enough to protect Shade.

"Sure enough."

"What kind of flame is this?"

Even the twelve-ring warlock following Shade was protected by the flames, but seeing that Shade was unwilling to answer, Mr. Mattis did not ask further questions.

Shade walked in front, and Mr. Lacan Matisse of the Church of the Sun walked behind. The afterglow of the first fire dragged from the surface of the lantern held high by Shade toward the back. The original and simple power was even greater than that of the God of the Church of the Righteous God. Magical power to expel death more effectively.

The nun said that the [Primal Fire] was just an angel-level relic, and what Shade had in his hand was even just a small flame. This made him understand more deeply how powerful this flame that was said to come from before the First Age was.

Moving forward step by step, Shade was holding the oil lamp directly and was protected by the witch's necklace. Therefore, although his body was stiff and his soul felt a little heavy, he could barely hold on.

But Mr. Lacan Matisse could not hold on, so when the two of them walked out of the passage and came to the huge square underground space where the Door of Death stood, the gentleman had already revealed the life ring behind him. .

Even so, he could only stop at the end of the passage, not daring to enter the square space in front of him.

But from this location, you can already see the door of death. In the dim light of the first fire, the ancient huge stone door was closed, with stories related to death engraved on it, describing the most fundamental meaning of death in this world.

The black wind blowing from the crack in the door was still strange and silent, as if everything in this world had ended here.

But unlike last time, this time, the huge Holy Emblem shadow was suspended in front of the door. It was two overlapping leaves, one withered yellow and one green. The holy symbol is becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black wind is gradually weakened.

"Didn't you see them, Joey Barton and Iluna Bayas, enter this door?"

Shade couldn't believe this result, but Lacan Matisse immediately shook his head and made a difficult voice:

"The ceremony is nearly four-fifths complete. Although it is not completely completed, the door at the foot of the mountain is absolutely impossible to open from the inside or outside."

"But Joey Barton is Death's Chosen One, and he can touch Death itself."

Shade said, looking at the door. There were also traces of fighting and some footprints in front of the door:

"Maybe they actually got in."

Shade repeated, and the twelve-ring warlock of the Church of the Sun fell silent for a moment:

"This is the best possible outcome."

"What?"

Shade looked at him in disbelief, and Mr. Mattis immediately explained:

"The ceremony has been carried out so far. All we have to do is drive the undead that have penetrated into reality back into the narrow room before the three passages are captured by the undead army outside. The scar of the sacred tree can be completed. Although I don't know what Joey Barton used The method opened the door of death from the outside, but at least it can be guaranteed that even the chosen one who died would not be able to open the door from the inside at this stage of the ceremony. This can be confirmed that the Scar of the Holy Tree ceremony is not the first Used for the first time, Joey Barton is by no means the first Ring Warlock to break into the Door of Death.

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Letting him enter here just now was not only due to our negligence, but also because we knew that if he went in, he would not be able to come out. "

"What about your chosen ones?"

"It is indeed an unexpected accident that Iluna Beas followed her into death, but Beas's fate will not end here. This is the oracle."

"Please speak more carefully."

"Although the five great ones cannot descend at will, there is still no problem in bringing her out, so there is no need to worry about her."

Mr. Mattis looked toward death's door, then was forced to close his eyes and look away:

"Unless Joey Barton can perform a ceremony behind the door and become the Chosen One, he is considered dead.

Let's go, we are still needed outside. The prophets of the Prophet Association have already made predictions. At the end of the narrow space, an undead aggregation of thousands of undead will appear. That will be the most difficult battle. Drive it into the narrow room and the Trace of the Holy Tree will be completed. I think the fight will last until midnight and it will be a tough fight. "

"No."

Shade shook his head slightly:

"I want to go in too."

He pointed to the ancient stone door:

"Yes, into death."

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Mr. Mattis looked at the masked stranger in the firelight:

"I need to remind you that the door has been blocked. Even if you are the Thirteenth Ring, you can't get in."

"I have other options."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment:

"It's easier to open the door from the outside than from the inside. Even if you can get in like Joey Barton, you, like him, will never get out before the mark of the sacred tree expires."

"I will find a way on my own. Stepping into the door of death is equivalent to suicide, and now, Joey Barton and Iluna Bayas have committed suicide. I want to ensure that the first person to come out is not Joey Barton. .”

Mr. Mattis hesitated and frowned slightly:

"As expected, you also know that you are not actually a witcher, right? Although you look very strong, you have never used any thaumaturgy or spell other than swordsmanship and sunlight power. You have not even shown a life ring. You Not a mid-ring warlock at all.”

"Yes, I am not a mid-ring warlock."

Shade is a low-level warlock.

"Are you the God Summoner?"

"Why do you think so?"

"It seems to be true. The ending of the Fort Midhill incident is really the best we can think of. Not only can Joey Barton be almost pronounced dead, but we even got close to you and let Yi Luna Beas has determined your alignment."

Shade shook his head:

"You are still needed outside, and my road is ahead. Sir, I am glad to be able to cooperate with the church this time. I hope you will be safe in the next battle."

Mr. Mattis nodded, as if he was relieved:

"Why are you so obsessed with pursuing Joey Barton and the other Chosen Ones?"

"Do you think I'll answer?"

Shade asked. The latter was silent for a moment and took out a roll of parchment from his pocket:

"The method of learning the unique thaumaturgy of the Church of the Sun [Hiton's Seal]. Although this is very precious, it may not be anything to the thirteen rings like you. This is considered as your reward for helping us guard the church. Welcome to have it again Cooperation."

Shade smiled:

"Then I'll accept it."

Under the watchful eye of Mr. Matisse, he moved forward to the [Death Door]. This time, he did not leave any relics or casting materials behind, because the last experience made him understand that the afterglow on his body was enough to protect personal belongings.

Without trying to push the door that was now likely to be unable to be pushed open, Shade held the [Night Watch] in his right hand. When the witch necklace on his chest flashed suddenly, he turned sideways and summoned all his strength to swing the sword forward——

"Death's Door!"

The long sword struck the air in the black wind, and sparks splashed in the air. A dark gap appeared with the slight sound of glass breaking, and the gap quickly expanded to a size large enough for Shade to pass through.