The darkness in all directions is like the endless void under the towering cliff, and when you look at it, you have a faint feeling that you can fall into it at any time and fall to pieces.

There is nowhere to focus, nowhere to grasp, only the hard stone brick streets under your feet can bring some comfort.

Bernie's footsteps were noticeable as he walked down the quiet street, but he didn't get much feedback other than a few startled insects crawling around him.

The air inhaled into his nose smelled of damp and moldy, faintly wrapped in a wisp of rancidity, illuminated by a rusty oil lamp in his hand, and some dark red blood stains could be dimly seen under the surface of the ground that slowly swept by as he walked forward.

They have dried up and solidified, and it is difficult to notice the presence of these traces unless you look at them.

It's just that these traces don't seem to be willing to be forgotten, so they are still struggling to emit a foul smell outside, and they are also silently telling the chaos and carnage that happened here.

However, with the exception of a few, no one likes tragic memories, and no one wants to be in a gloomy and unbearable environment.

As Bernie approached the central part of the ancient city, the traces faded and were never visible at all, except for braziers on either side of the road.

The brazier burns as hard as it can to expel the darkness that surrounds it, and although its light is not obvious, when you see them, you feel like you have stepped into another world.

Order of the world.

Bernie then extinguished the lit oil lamp in his hand and looked up.

Under the darkness of the world, surrounded by boundless darkness, a towering and solemn church looms, its surface blooming with a white and holy light, which is very obvious compared to the surrounding world, like a sun breaking through the dark clouds.

As he continued to walk, Bernie could feel a lot of eyes on him, some of them coming from the silent buildings on either side, some of them pausing for a moment and then looking away, some of them keeping an eye on him.

But perhaps it was the rules here, or the darkness that made it difficult for them to tell whether it was day or night, and no one ran out of the eyes of the owner, nor did they make any noticeable movements.

They just hid in their respective buildings, quietly watching Bernie's figure slowly depart.

It wasn't until Bernie walked to a shop with a wooden sign of books hanging in front of the door that someone finally greeted him with a smile.

"Good evening, Divine Messenger, you seem to be in good spirits."

The man who spoke was a tall, thin middle-aged man, dressed in a white linen shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, who was bending over to carry a box of newspapers in front of the shop before saying hello.

Behind him, some busy figures can also be seen in the open shop, which seems quite abrupt compared to the silence around him, but it is also more like normal life.

"There's a high-pressure control here?" After observing each other for a few moments, Bernie asked.

At this time, his voice was relatively dull, as if his nose was blocked, but in fact, this was the effect of his body that was currently in the stage of voice change.

At this moment, Bernie's appearance is not what he is, but a young boy with blond hair.

The businessman who accosted him obviously knew the young man, so he was unconsciously stunned when he heard such words that were seriously inconsistent with his identity, and then he seemed to think of something, his pupils suddenly constricted, and then he hurriedly spoke.

"Because there are still some devil believers among the survivors, most of them are asked to stay in their homes...... Well, I mean, stay in the rooms that we're allotted, and the church will distribute the food uniformly. ”

"The church is well preserved?"

"Yes, yes, both the archbishop and the chief witcher are still there, and there is not much to lose overall, and the only one who died in that turmoil is the archbishop Ritter, who was with the king in the palace at the time......"

"What do they say about that?"

"Do you mean this seal?"

The fair-skinned merchant asked cautiously.

Seeing Bernie nodding, he said cautiously: "The clergy are often noisy about this, and some old monks have run to the palace to commit suicide, and nothing else. Because considering the survival of more than 20,000 survivors here, the people of the church are busy every day......"

Bernie didn't ask any more questions, but smiled at the other party.

"Thank you very much for your answer, I hope your business is prosperous."

"You're so kind! I mean, it's my pleasure! ”

The merchant hurriedly responded, and then looked at Bernie's departing back with an excited expression.

It wasn't until he couldn't see each other again that he hurried into the shop behind him.

"Boss Veblen, what did you say to the Divine Envoy that you were so happy about?"

A maid who was wiping the counter inside asked curiously.

"But it's a great deal!"

The tall and thin merchant grinned in response, and then hurried into the courtyard behind the shop without waiting for the maid to say anything more.

Then, looking around left and right, and not noticing that anyone was paying attention to him, he jumped directly into a dry well in the corner of the courtyard, and after groping at the bottom of the well, he opened a secret passage and got in.

The passage was very long, and there were all kinds of mechanisms in it, and as they opened one by one, the merchants were also going deeper and deeper.

Eventually, he came to a secret room full of bottles and jars, and then quickly opened the containers in the wooden cabinet one by one, his expression quite excited.

The bottles and jars contained some dark red liquid, and the smell of blood spread and became more and more intense.

In the deepest part of this secret room, a feather with a white glow was silently floating on a complicated magical ritual, slowly emitting holy ripples as the smell of the surrounding area diffused.

……

Meanwhile, Bernie was already on the edge of the square of the glowing cathedral.

Just because most people are asked to stay in their homes doesn't mean that everyone hasn't been out for activities.

As far as the eye could see, there were many monks and civilians in the square at this moment, either talking or busy with various tasks.

"Good evening, Lord Divine Messenger."

A Church knight patrolling the edge of the square was the first to see Bernie's presence and greeted him deferentially.

Bernie smiled at him, and walked in the direction of the church.

No one stopped him, the patrol knight just looked at his back and withdrew his gaze, and some of the people in the square even greeted him in a friendly way.

The constant stream of voices represents how popular "he" is here at the moment, and Bernie responds to them one by one.

Slow Strip didn't look eager, and seemed to be very polite, but he actually wanted everyone here to see his existence.

But others don't know this, and it's hard for them to imagine that their friendly gaze is not a god apostle who can bring food and hope, but an evil devil king.

Therefore, when suddenly a monk in the church came out and called everyone to enter the church to listen to the oracle announce an important matter, the people gathered honestly.

However, when they sat down in the rows of pews in the church, the first words they heard made everyone's faces change instantly.

"We are not from heaven."

Listen to the young man with blond hair standing on the pulpit in the pulpit of the pulpit and saying, "We are from hell. ”