Heavy darkness and depressed darkness pervade every corner of the place.

There is not a glimmer of light, not a glimmer of life. There's nothing to see here, nothing to feel here, and you'll feel like you're going to be forgotten by the world.

In such an environment, you don't know where you are or where you're going. It seems infinitely wide, and you can gallop as you please. It seems to be extremely cramped, as if it could hit a wall that might exist at any moment.

No creature could see anything here, for it was empty except in utter darkness.

All that is available here is eternal chaos.

This is a place of exile forgotten by all, and this is where only the most vicious beings are imprisoned. Here, it is a dungeon that has been suppressed by the forces of the Mandate of Heaven so that it will never see the light of day.

And the only thing that is so vicious is the Honkai Beast.

There are no garrison legions here, there is no garrison here. Because the original wardens had long been tormented by the evil force and were inhuman. Destiny no longer wants to waste its living strength to watch over this hopeless hell.

When Gerald's fingers brushed over the massive stone wall, he felt not only the roughness of the rock wall, but also a thick layer of ash.

Behind them, the knights holding torches furrowed, covering their noses or fanning their palms in an attempt to make the air clearer in front of them.

A group of five of them carried black poplar torches

When you first enter the dungeon, you will feel that it is silent. But if you listen carefully, very carefully, very carefully, you will feel that there is a wail, a looming wail.

It was a desperate and poignant voice. The sound is so faint that it is easy to ignore, and an oversight will not notice. But it is like a ghost, whispering in your ear anytime and anywhere, but it is as if it is asking for your life.

As long as the people who stay in this dungeon will always be entangled by this ghost roar, and they will not be able to break away or get rid of it.

"Sir, there's someone up ahead." A knight behind him suddenly spoke up.

He clenched the sword in his hand vigilantly, ready to draw it at any moment.

In fact, he didn't need to remind him, everyone knew that there was someone in front of him.

Because they faintly heard the singing of the Bible.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

"For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that through him the world might be saved."

"Whoever believes in him will not be condemned; He who does not believe is condemned because he does not believe in the name of the only begotten Son of God. ”

"This is the condemnation of the light that came into the world, and that men loved darkness instead of light because of the evil of their works."

"Everyone who does evil hates the light, and does not come to the light, lest his deeds be reproved;"

"But he that doeth the truth shall come to the light, that he may show that he is walking in God."

His singing voice was not as beautiful and holy as that of a church choir. The choir is full of innocent children singing to their Lord, their gods, in a pure voice that is untainted by the earth. Their singing voices are holy and pure, and their smiles are sunny. They are like little angels who come quietly on earth, wearing white religious uniforms and singing sacred hymns.

But the singing here is incomplete, disorganized, and even some words are not in tune at all. His voice was sometimes shrill and sometimes hoarse, like a goose held by a butcher's neck. Even the pagans can sing better than this voice. If an outsider hears someone singing the Bible like this, he will be burned at the stake.

It can be said that such a voice is a complete defilement of religious texts like the Bible.

They continued on their way, the twisted chanting still continuing. This unbearable chant, this five-tone poem, will surely make all believers indignant.

"Oh my God, even if you don't believe in this thing, you don't have to entertain him like this, do you? This sound will make those white-bearded old men thunder! The knight muttered.

Gerald frowned, but didn't say anything.

They continued to walk forward in the boundless darkness for about a few minutes, and finally saw a vague outline in front of them.

The knight instantly drew his knight's sword. There is no way there is anyone in this hellish place, and the people who appear here usually have secret secrets, even if the person is singing the Bible.

"Take your hands off your sword, Minahills. You are not allowed to be rude in front of the elders! Gerald suddenly stopped his progress and turned to rebuke the reckless knight harshly.

The young knight obviously didn't know why Gerald did this, but the nature of a soldier made him obey and let go of his weapon.

"The entire Church of Heavenly Destiny, you can be rude to anyone, including those two popes, you can be presumptuous at will, I won't care, but only this old man will not allow it!" Gerald stared at them with his lion-like aggressive eyes, "He's the last warden!" ”

"Didn't you say that the wardens were dead! How could there be—" The knight named Minaeyhills was visibly shocked by the news.

Gerald glanced at him, turned and walked on.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you." Gerard's face showed a respect that no one had ever seen.

"He came here to guard this dungeon of his own volition."

"So—" The eyes of the four knights who followed widened, their voices a little hoarse from their surprise.

Their reaction did not surprise Gerald, who continued: "The last warden, Salofis Clerogus Augustus, hanged himself in 1415, unable to endure the painful torture. This hell is facing the dilemma of being unguarded. Destiny is clear, and no one can persist in such an environment. That's when the man came forward. Gerald and the others could already see the old man's silhouette, but the light of the torches was not enough to illuminate his figure, and only a solemn back could be seen.

"This old man has another identity. John XXIII. Gerald quietly uttered earth-shattering news.

"The 207th Pope of the Church!" The knights trembled in disbelief and uttered the ancient name, "Why...", they could not believe that the Venerable Pope would come to such a place to guard alone.

"Because he is a true believer! He has a true belief of his own! Gerard looked at the back with reverence, "No one can stay here, but no one can be here!" So, here he comes. ”

"The greatest enemy here is the ubiquitous sound of a curse haunted by evil spirits, and this ordinary pope has pierced his own ear with his own hands in order to overcome it!"

The knights looked at the back in disbelief.

They can already see it very clearly. The old man was already a little rickety. His old figure had been polished by time and lost its proper shape, but he still stood, his head bowed and his palms folded, singing a holy hymn reverently.

One of the four knights Valkyrie trembled and said, "Come to this decisive place with the body of the Pope to suppress those Honkai beasts... This... She couldn't think of any words to describe the great old man.

You must know that the Pope is the top of the power of the human world, and the entire human race is centered on him! But such a position is said to be conceded ...

Is this the real Christian? Is this the messenger of God?

At this moment, the Valkyrie began to have a strong curiosity about the religion that the Mandate of Heaven used to control ordinary people, and a strong desire to understand the gods in the hearts of ordinary people.

The old man's figure could already be seen clearly by the light of the fire. In such darkness, the old man wore a clean white spotless robe, and prayed sincerely with Gerald and the others on his back.

In the light of the fire, you can clearly see that his beard is white. But it is not messy like an ascetic, but carefully cultivated.

"He's the one who wants to face the gods, not the gods. God is not where He is, but He is with us. You don't need to wear gold or silver when facing God, but you must keep yourself clean and decent. God doesn't want your wealth, but He wants you to take yourself seriously. Gerard suddenly said, "These are the words he wrote on the palm of my hand when I first met him many years ago. At that time, I had just received a religious education, and I often wondered where God was. I wasn't confused until he was writing gently with his fingers in the palm of my hand. for God is right before my eyes. ”

Gerald bowed to the old man with his right hand and left chest, and waited quietly for him

The old man's chant could be heard very clearly, his chant was not as pleasant as the choir, not as solemn as the masters, but his voice was like a kind old man serving the gods, soft and reverent.

Unable to hear anything, he had no idea what he was singing. But what does it matter if you sing well or not! Could it be that the gods chose the believer to see if his voice could make others estrus?

He is the most devout believer in the gods!

"He's doing his homework, and he doesn't like to be disturbed. Let's just wait quietly. ”

The old man's chant continues.

The knights listened carefully to the old man's voice and felt it carefully. Suddenly, they felt that the voice was no longer harsh, no longer ridiculous.

The knights suddenly felt that the darkness around them was no longer a terrible thing.

The old man's voice was like a tall, bright lighthouse, where the endless darkness could not swallow him up.

How can darkness swallow up light? Even in the weak light, it is a dazzling existence in the dark, and even in the thick darkness, it cannot swallow even a little light.

The knights wondered if the old man was really serving the gods. Such piety, such sacrifice, no second person can make.

There must be his god in his heart.

Though his voice was not beautiful, and though his chants were so unpleasant, there was no second person in the world for that devotion to that devotion!

The Bible is not sung to show the world how good it is, but to tell the world what it says. To sing and listen in pursuit of a beautiful sound is a departure from the original purpose.

But who among the believers outside would be willing to listen to the old man's pious voice!