Octave flew backwards like a kite, his cardinal's robe in tatters, blood spraying from his mouth like mist, his eyes closed and unconscious.
Suddenly, the expression on his face distorted, and one holy light after another erupted from his body, weaving four pairs of pure white wings behind his back.
His eyes slowly opened, and his pale blue eyes became cold and colorless, and with a condescending majesty, he looked at Lucien indifferently.
"Angel Descends" Lucian's surprised voice reached Octave's ears, and he couldn't help but say with a little pride and pride: "We are righteous people who have come to the Lord's favor, and we are disciples who truly uphold the will of the Lord, and naturally there are angels who come down to save us, and your fallen morning star will eventually be purified by us."
He spoke rapidly, in the heavenly language found in the holy scriptures.
After all, Octave felt that under the possession of angels, his mind was sharp and unusually lucid, and he understood that this kind of power could not last, and the movement of the two sides was too great if they continued to fight, and it was easy to attract the attention of the Radiant Cathedral, the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, and the Palace of Nexer, so the wings behind him flapped, and countless ethereal and dreamy points of light floated out, converging into a solemn and grand spiritual light, surging towards Lucien.
Seeing Lucien transform into a heavenly knight, even if he exerted the strange power of his left hand, he couldn't break this "holy aura" in a short time, Octave snorted contemptuously, without entanglement, a flash flew to Lund's side, was hit by the crystal dragon's breath, and fell into a state of mental paralysis, he was caught up, relying on four pairs of wings to block the dragon's claw attack, forcibly breaking free of the surrounding shackles, and escaping from the "Cathedral of Redemption".
The wings converged, the light dissipated, Octave cast his magic and melted into the darkness with Lund, silently away, he knew very well that Lucien and his "demon pets" could not chase after them, and if they exposed their hiding, they would definitely be regarded as the first objects of erasure by Salde, Stone and other cardinals and elite night watchmen, so they must seize the opportunity to leave now.
After changing his whereabouts continuously, Octave used different magic to deal with the traces, and when Lund recovered, he used his special ability to eliminate bloodlines to cover up, and then he really went to his destination.
The previous battle stopped in time and did not alarm the big people in the city, so the night was quiet and deep at this time, which made people feel peaceful.
"I didn't expect to run into Lucian Evans," said Lund with bitter hatred, only because he was not strong enough to kill this evil and cunning devil on the spot.
Octave snorted: "He only succeeds by sneak attack, if they are talking to Richard, and we are later, then they may not be able to escape, but pay attention to his left hand, it is very weird, very similar to your elimination bloodline, but it seems to be better in nature, there is a feeling of rank suppressing my divine art." ” "Is the suppression of rank a high-ranking angel's suppression of divine magic, Lu Sean was really the archangel before his reincarnation, the fallen morning star, the left wing of the gods" Lund said in amazement, although he and many night watchmen often refer to Lucien as a fallen angel or a fallen morning star, but in fact they didn't take it seriously, and always thought that His Majesty the Pope explained it in order to eliminate the influence.
Octave had just been miserably beaten by that left hand, and instead of retorting to Lund, he became silent, suspecting that perhaps this might be the case.
In the indescribable silence, the two walked forward for a while, and then Octave whispered: "Wait a minute, ask the great prophet, he is the king of angels, with the will of the Lord, to destroy the fallen pope, he should know Lucien's secret, and when we deal with him in the future, we can be more targeted." ” Lund nodded lightly: "Wait a minute, we have to ask the Great Prophet for our guilt, we have not been able to win over Richard, and we have not been able to kill him to blame the magician."
By the way, Your Majesty, why are you talking so long-winded, there are many unnecessary things that don't need to be said. ” He meant that when Octave mentioned the Great Prophet just now, he only needed to say that he was the "King of Angels" and should know Lucian's secrets, and there was no need to insert a fallen pope in the middle, as if he didn't know, but he was also a core member of this secret organization, so what didn't he know Octave touched his face, which could no longer see the wound under the treatment, and the pain that pierced his heart still clearly appeared in his mind, making his mind swollen and his thinking slow, so he said bitterly: "I was injured in the head just now, maybe my language and physical skills are a little uncontrollable." ” Lund nodded understandingly, didn't say anything more, and walked into a dilapidated chapel with Octave.
The chapel is unexpectedly holy and bright, almost comparable to the Great Hall of Light in the Holy City of Reims, and the contrast between inside and outside is so great that no one is not shocked.
But Octave and Lund did not squint, as if they were back in their own home, and walked familiarly through the prayer hall towards the confessional.
"You're back," he said, a tough young man, who looked to be only about thirty years old, but was wearing a cardinal robe with a marked surname.
Octave bowed slightly: "Arthur, the operation failed. ” He recognized this man as the most highly regarded cardinal beside the Great Prophet, and the most gifted priest in the Diocese of Holm in the last fifty years, becoming a cardinal before the age of thirty-five, and now at the ninth level, he was one of the most favored candidates to become a priest of the Holy Spirit, but unfortunately he was too radical and had been excluded from the core of power in the diocese of Holm.
Arthur, who had the name of Holm's public, narrowed his eyes in surprise: "Failed, you failed to take Richard with three level nine scrolls" "We were about to succeed, but we ran into Lucien Evans, who was supposed to be there to lobby Richard."
For some reason, Octave did not mention the strangeness of Lucian's left hand, believing that it was a secret between himself and Lund, and could only tell the Great Prophet, "We were caught off guard by his sneak attack, and he was caught off guard, and his pet was a dragon, so we had to rely on the angel's ability to escape." ” Arthur's brown eyes seemed to have a strange color for a moment, and he pondered and said, "This is an opportunity, don't spread the news about Lucian Evans' contact with Richard for the time being, this may be beneficial to our future plans, and without evidence, with Richard's prestige among the middle and lower clergy, it won't have a good effect." ” Lund said calmly: "Arthur, I know what you mean, but in the end, it is only the Great Prophet who can make a decision on this matter. ” Arthur didn't say anything more and left the place, returning to the Lentat Monastery.
Octave and Lund continued to walk down the corridor, and along the way, they actually encountered seven or eight cardinal-level clergy, who were already the vast majority of the high-ranking members of their secret organization, and they were also representatives of the most radical faction in the Diocese of Holm, accounting for about a quarter of the high-ranking personnel of the Diocese of Holm.
"What's the matter, they're all here," Octave looked at Lund, who had developed himself.
Lund shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, "Maybe there is an urgent matter to discuss, and we happen to be on a mission to go out, so we'll know when we meet the Great Prophet." ” There was a knock on the door of the confessional, and a gentle voice came from inside: "Octave, Lund, come back and come in." ” Pushing open the door, Octave and Lund entered the confessional chamber and saluted the great prophet who had risen from his confession.
The confessional room was very narrow, and an ordinary candlestick emitted a light that was about to be extinguished, making the room very dim, and the shadows dragged on for a long time, and there was a feeling of oppression and horror.
And the great prophet in plain white linen robe stood in the shadows, and it was impossible to see his face clearly, only the deep eyes that seemed to contain the whole world attracted everyone's attention, as if even the soul would fall into it.
Octave saw the Prophet holding a book in his hand, but before he could read the name, he heard the Prophet say without a trace of anger: "The mission has failed" "Yes."
Both Octave and Lund bowed their heads deeply, and then recounted in detail what had happened before.
"It's none of yours, it's my fault that I didn't ask the oracle beforehand, and I didn't get a revelation about it."
The Prophet said sadly, as if he were the one who had failed, and then his tone became uplifting, "However, this shows that we are on the right path, and if we do not act, the clergy of the diocese will be seduced and degraded one by one by the evil magicians, and the Pope and some members of the Cardinal Conference will be the accomplices of evil."
"You are the great prophet who leads us against evil."
Octave and Lundzi draw crosses on their chests, "Only the truth endures" "What do you think of Cardinal Salde, is it possible for him to join us?"
the Prophet asked the two men.
Octave and Lund looked up and looked at the Prophet with some confusion, why did they ask this question In confusion, Octave's eyes finally made out the name of the book in the prophet's hand: Interpretation of dreams.
"Great Prophet, why do you read such strange books" Octave looked at the prophet in amazement, only to see that the prophet's face suddenly distorted, and a divine and inexplicable brilliance appeared in his body, and the white wings of light spread out, covering the confessional room, covering the sky that did not know when it appeared, dazzling and dazzling, and people couldn't help but bow down and worship.
"Seraphim, no" Octave was shocked to see the Prophet's face become unusually handsome, like the legendary "face of the gods", but such a face gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had just seen it.
A strange smile appeared on that handsome face, and Oktaft's mind flashed through lightning, blurting out: "Lucien Evans" The confessional vanished, the chapel vanished, everything around him vanished, and Octave opened his eyes to see Richard, the Crystal Dragon, and Lucien Evans watching him intently.
What was going on was a dream just now In Oktave's astonishment and panic, Lucien smiled and spoke: "The people you see are the embodiment of your heart, and I think I know who you are members of."
"The chapel is in tatters, but inside it is comparable to the Great Hall of Light, which shows that you think you are doing a holy thing, but you must hide in the dark, and if necessary, you can be covered in blood, and look up to heaven in hell" "The inability to see the Prophet's face means that when you see him, he has changed his countenance or has only a voice" "The confessional is cramped and dark, oppressive and terrifying, which means that when you first met him, you were at the lowest and most indignant in your heart, and you thought you were in the darkest and most depressing stage of your life, and the environment should be similar" "Finally, I saw the wings of light in the Prophet, which means that he has shown in front of you enough to trust you, perhaps it is the angel hidden in you" As Lucien said his words one by one, Octave's face gradually turned to ashes, and Lucien Evans in his eyes turned his back to the light overflowing from the "Church of Redemption", as if six pairs of huge wings of light had really grown, making him unable to distinguish whether it was a dream or a reality
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