Standing on the top of the bell tower of the Spire Church, Meursault looked coldly at the entire city of Chague.

The neighborhood is calm as usual.

The Holy See, which was facing each other from the east and the west, exuded an indescribably silent, cold, but extremely restless atmosphere.

Intrigue and betrayal are the words that most easily remind Meursor of the two old faces of the bishop and the high priest.

In the twilight of dusk, in the projection of the church, the wind shook the treetops, startling the black crows. Meursault turned to leave.

In the cemetery garden, the vegetation has completely withered. Seeing this, Meurso looked up worriedly, the tower next to the garden, and Lolan Loya's bedroom.

The little girl with a pale face was now pale. Standing by the window, he saw a gloomy Melso standing in the garden waving to him, and Lorain Loya lifted the hem of her long skirt and trotted all the way downstairs.

"Brother, is something wrong?" Lolan Loya raised her head and saw that Merso's brows were tightly knit, and she couldn't help but be very worried.

"It's getting closer and closer to the ceremony. Somewhat uneasy. ”

Loran Loya groaned slightly, and whispered almost to herself, "Could it be that something really happens?"

"What?" said Meursault. Luo Lan Luoya's inspiration is super strong, for the elf physique who practices life spells, life is connected with all things in heaven and earth, every grass and tree, every flower and a bird, all of them are the source of life of the elves, so the sixth sense of life and death is almost amazingly accurate. Listening to her tone, it seemed that some kind of concern was confirmed. Could it be that the implication is that the ritual is about to fail?

"Nothing. Lolan Loya raised her head and smiled sweetly, as beautiful as a white rose, "Brother, look," the slender finger pointed to the mottled walls of the palace, "the ivy has sprouted again, and the dew on the blades of grass has regrown. Everything is fine. ”

The doubts in Meursault's heart were not dispelled, and following Loraine Loya's instructions, it seemed that everything in the garden was indeed dead wood. Life or death, a person who does not have an elven physique can't feel it at all.

Seeing that Melsault's suspicions were not dispelled, Lolan Loya grabbed Meursault's arm and said, "Loya won't lie to her brother." ”

This sentence seems to be some kind of magic spell. Yes, everyone in the world will lie to people, but Luo Ya will not lie to me. Murso thought so. Immediately, the suspicion vanished.

Merso thought in his heart, "The location of the magic array required for the ritual has always been known only to the prince, and every time it is used, it will be secretly transferred through the space spell, and it must be impossible for the people next to him to know the specific location." Luo Ya's elven physique is the most suitable for arranging the magic circle, and she has not told me the specific location for a long time, which is always a little uneasy to think about. But she won't hurt me. Unless ......"

Looking up at the blood-red sky as the sunset set turned red, Meursault leaned against the sculpture of a cross in the center of the garden, his brow furrowed. Lolan Loya leaned next to her brother and said, "From now on, Loya will stay with her brother until the ceremony begins. ”

A few days later, the full moon.

At night, a flock of croaking crows flew over the palace, obscuring half of the moonlight. The screeching of bats was faintly heard, and the smell of rust was sent in the cool breeze.

The white roses were covered with a layer of cold moon light, and bloomed miserably and desolately.

Loren Loya held a bouquet of heather flowers in her hand, and black ribbons fluttered.

"On the night of the full moon, all evil breath is suppressed by this holy light. The door of the Father has been opened. Brother, let's start the ceremony. ”

Meursau nodded, and stretched out his left hand, his fingertips filled with fire. The two flames were intertwined and roaring, like two crazy vines, with the potential to soar into the sky.

The fire vine gathered a full of spiritual energy, and it burst into a burst, refining a fire spirit staff from the sparks. The whole body is shiny, and the pigeon's blood red ruby at the top shines. Merso held the fire spirit staff, and the spiritual power of his hand skyrocketed, and the fire spirit staff responded to this spiritual power, bursting out with a more dazzling red light.

"Heaven has a way, the city of crosses, my lord is merciful, all beings can cross!" Gripping the fire spirit staff with both hands, Merso gently recited the ritual activation incantation in his mouth, and then violently inserted the lower end of the fire spirit staff into the black soil overgrown with new grass.

Suddenly, with the Fire Spirit Staff as the center of the circle, countless radiating purple thunder rays were derived in all directions. The thunder light spread out like a tree, and the radiating range became wider and wider, and countless thunder rays illuminated the black cemetery garden as bright as day. The range of thunder radiation covered the royal rambling cemetery gardens.

Under the tower where Lolan Loya lived, a sea of white roses suddenly rolled up a gust of wind, and the white petals floating in the sky were like an unexpected blizzard.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder light was like the chirping of ten thousand birds, and the agitated lightning and thunder light combined with the purple spiritual power burst up, and seven purple pillars of light that broke through the sky were pulled up from the ground.

Murso was taken aback, this time the Tribulation Circle never expected to be near Luo Lan Luoya's residence. The place where Lolan Loya lives all year round is the gathering place of the elven qi, and it is the best place to use it to activate any magic, but the power required for the second baptism ritual is too large, and once it suddenly erupts, all the energy will be exhausted, and even Lolan Loya may be in danger of her life.

Mersau's heart was half cold, and he immediately wanted to stop the ceremony, but this time, with the spirit of all life, the speed of the magic circle was unprecedentedly fast, but the explosion was too violent, and these seven pillars of light rose together on the ground, and immediately enveloped Meersau. The aura in the center rolled, and bursts of purple clouds rose, these purple clouds were like crazy vines growing in the primeval forest, entangled Merso in it, not to mention withdrawing, and even his legs couldn't be pulled out.

"Luo ......" Murso stretched out his hand to Luo Lan Luoya, but he couldn't open his mouth, and was once again tied up by the billowing smoke cloud.

Luo Lan Luoya turned around and said to the palace guards who were guarding the surrounding palace, "The bishop and the high priest will definitely take advantage of the situation, during this period, please do your best to resist, if the magic circle is destroyed, the city will cease to exist!"

The spiritual power gathered in the center of the magic circle enveloped Merso, and the meridians and blood veins around the body seemed to melt into this invisible cloud, and the flesh and blood seemed to dissolve, becoming one with all things, and as if the flesh was reborn, a realm higher than all things. Meursault couldn't make a sound, and her body stretched out involuntarily.

The seven-star array was dotted at seven points, and a huge magic circle was spread out on the ground.

Demon Wings, Hand of God, Cross, Paladin's Sword, Archangel's Breath, Battle of the Red and White Roses...... All the symbols of honor and struggle, from the white dove and olive branch at the beginning of the creation of the world, to the green serpent that seduced mankind, flashed one by one from the gap in the city of God opened by the circle, and all the figures appeared in the middle of the circle, arranged in a recurring circle. Bow down to the totem of the dragons, the Supreme Father opens his most merciful arms to the pious ferryman, the archangel recites the most beautiful Gospel poems of St. John, and the clouds of the plateau sky are as beautiful as the angel's open divine wings.

Meursault closed his eyes, as if his conscious self could see through the clouds of black clouds and the divine hands of my Lord's creation.

The purple thunder radiations in the circle formed a hemispherical spatial barrier, enveloping Melso in it. The connection between heaven and earth is far away from the clouds, and it is gradual according to the law of freedom. Meursault's figure was wrapped in lightning and firelight, silent, and in a flash of lightning and thunder, only Meursault's figure was as quiet as a silhouette.

Windsor Longli appeared in front of the circle and said to Mersor's figure, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I, Windsor Longli, have never lied to you. This exception is made. From the very beginning, from the princess to the soldiers, no one agreed to use this ritual to delay the enemy. If the country will not be a country, it will be worse than death. Therefore, we have decided to work together to ensure that one of you ascends to heaven, and then there will be a day of revival in the city of Chog. ”