As the wings slowly opened, the Stagnant Sanctuary welcomed a fourth guest, an ominous guest.

The neutral face was stiff, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and the skin was that pure white, like a jade-like handicraft, as the consciousness gradually took control of the body, and there was a low popping sound under the body, and the chimeric bones began to stretch until the wings with gray and white edges were completely unfurled.

It was the image of an angel in the name of the Gospels, but it was clear to everyone present that this thing in front of them could never be an angel, and that under that pure appearance was something forbidden, evil, distorted, and rancid.

Lawrence took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure, the strange erosion had gradually spread, although his own will could resist this, but this cowardly mortal body had already taken on a strange appearance, and he could clearly see that under the arm of his temporary body, the originally red blood vessels began to turn dark red, like dead branches, teeth and claws.

This is a scene that subverts the previous perception, and the so-called "Holy Grail" is the image in front of it, but it is dead, or the body is dead, and the will is nowhere to be found.

So the angel-like existence in front of you now is the Holy Grail that escaped from the lost on the night of Arrival?

Or is it ...... Another Holy Grail.

Lawrence's eyes were covered with fine blood, his heart beating violently to transport the blood to his brain, and he clutched the weapon in his hand, even though the erosion and fear were hitting his will hard, but he still did not take his eyes off it, just stared at it, as if to imprint that holy and evil face in his eyes forever.

It was almost time for Lawrence to get closer to the so-called Truth, as was everyone present.

Obviously, the new pope did not know that the inside of the holy coffin was the angel he was fighting in front of him, and he did not know that the strange thing he had been killing but who had come back was the "Holy Grail" that the Evangelical Church was wary of.

The gray wings seemed soft, but in fact they were as strong as steel, like a movable shield, and they could withstand the attack of the new pope, but the new pope did not attack with all his strength because of this, he knew very well the horror of this ghostly thing.

The wings were so strong, and the edge was as sharp as the blade of a sword, and with each swing, it was not only a solid shield, but also a thousand swords.

The angel did not move, it had only been "born" for less than a minute, and the will that had lodged in it had not yet fully taken control of the newborn body.

When the blow failed, the new pope leaped backwards with all his might, putting a safe distance from him, and then looked at Lawrence and the woman hiding in the shadows.

The new pope didn't know what to call it, so he had to temporarily name it Angel in that holy gesture.

Angels are like that, they seem to be a kind of invisible ghost at first, just like the woman next to them, and just like the words of the woman, the empty will cannot interfere with reality, so they create the body that looks like an angel out of thin air to fight.

The new pope didn't know what all this was all about, but what he knew was that as he dug into the past history of the Church, the mystery of the demons, and the mystery of the whole world, he encountered these angels who appeared out of thin air.

Like Shermans, the new pope touched the unknown frontier in a vain attempt to get a glimpse of the true face of the gods beneath the veil, and divine punishment fell.

Shehlmans didn't survive the strange divine punishment, but the new Pope withstood it, not only endured, but fought back.

"Alchemy...... Equivalent exchange. ”

The woman's voice sounded, and she had no form to look at directly, and could only judge her position from the trajectory of the falling dust.

Like Lawrence, her gaze has been fixed since the angel appeared, as if that was the purpose of her trip, to observe this unknown existence up close, so that she could know the hidden secrets from it.

The entire ground was partially annihilated by the arc light, forming a semicircular terrain that was sunken downward, but in the eyes of the woman, it was not annihilation, but exchange.

From a rational point of view, matter cannot appear out of thin air, and the same is true of the strange angel in front of him, in that brief distorted arc of light, the matter on the ground is extracted and exchanged, and the angel uses this to create this movable body from the disappearing matter on the ground to interfere with reality.

"Are you going to evacuate?"

It was a man's voice, the fifth guest of the day, but the guest who didn't actually exist.

His voice seemed to be heard only by women, and it was not clear where the man was, he seemed to be everywhere, and it was as if he was right next to the woman, except that the figures overlapped and were unrecognizable.

"No, I need to see more. ”

The woman refused, and by holding on to this stagnant temple for a second longer, she was one step closer to the secret that had been deliberately concealed.

The gaze in the void was locked on the angel's body, as if to dissect it carefully.

The battle came to an abrupt halt, and after the new pope stopped attacking, the angel stayed where he was, and could see scarlet blood rushing from the heart to all of his body under the jade-like skin.

This diffusion continues, covering most of the body, and presumably when it completely spreads throughout the body, the angel will have the ability to take the initiative.

"You've seen this too, haven't you?"

The new pope looked at Lawrence's terrified face, his eyes completely bloodshot and scarlet, like a beast.

"It's funny, you're supposed to be on their own species, but you're terrified of them?"

He analyzed it all keenly, and the broken threads came together.

Seni Lothair was never a fool, on the contrary, he was extremely alert and sophisticated, he was the witcher who was once known as Raphael, and like Lawrence, a terrible man who weaved cobwebs in the shadows.

The night of Advent destroyed everything for him, so he used his power and stratagem to destroy the gospel church and usurp the holy crown, and he longed to know the cause of all this, so he tried by all means to find the answer that did not exist.

He carefully observed Lawrence's expression, although it was not his body, but the emotions generated by the will were perfectly expressed on this fragile body at this moment, Lawrence wanted to hide all this, but as the angel continued to awaken, the terrible erosion was gradually pressuring.

Lawrence, like the angel, also exists in the form of a ghost, but he does not know everything about this power, nor does he know the existence of the angel, Lawrence is like an ignorant newborn at the moment, no one teaches him all this, he can only slowly dig it all by himself.

In the shadows, the woman stopped talking, but the new pope could feel the sight.

Within the angels, there is no absolute unity.

This is the answer analyzed by the new pope in an instant, there are also disagreements among the angels, and there are also people who do not know all this, such as Lawrence in front of him, it can be seen from his reaction that he is aware of the existence of angels and is afraid of them.

But Lawrence had a completely different idea in his head.

Is this the Holy Grail that escaped from the Sacred Coffin?Or may the so-called Holy Grail exist in the plural, there is more than one Holy Grail in this world, they grind their teeth and suck blood, as many as a sea of sand.

So, what about that carnival day that heralded victory in the war against demons?

The Demon Hunters captured the last demon, the so-called Holy Grail, and thought they had defeated the demons......

Why did the evangelical church make such a judgment at that time?

Lawrence's mind was in a state of confusion, and it dawned on him that all he remembered about the day of the triumphant celebration was a short sentence.

It's as if you've deliberately forgotten it, this shouldn't be, you won't forget it!

The nails cut into the flesh, and the scarlet eyes seemed to drip blood.

Yes, when I captured the Holy Grail, it was during my tenure as the leader of the Demon Hunting Order, why didn't I participate in all this?

The world is a little too twisted, as if there is a hand of God that controls it all at will, hiding behind a curtain of the truth that all people desire.

All this in the temple of stagnation is like the name of the palace, as if it fell into absolute silence and stillness, almost all sound was lost, and those who still had breath were like sculptures, forgetting to breathe.

Thoughts were racing through their minds, the new Pope, Lawrence, and the woman who had been watching, trying to sort through the information they had gathered, eager to dig up more information from the mouths of others, but wary of each other, until the jade body finally moved.

The angel moved slowly, detonating the calm, and at this moment only the new pope had direct combat power, he temporarily stopped thinking and clenched the nail sword in his hand again.

Lawrence did nothing, the new pope's gaze could not escape Lawrence's perception, he knew that this mysterious man had read a lot in his reaction, he didn't want to expose more to this mysterious existence, so he looked indifferently like a woman in the shadows.

He wanted to see how the new pope had killed the angel, how he had killed the evil thing.

For a moment, Lawrence actually had a sense of hellish absurdity, feeling that the world was ridiculous, full of lies and deception.

Seni Lothair wore the holy crown, and as the new pope of the Evangelical Church, he was the one who should have supported the gods the most, but now he had picked up the nail sword and tried to kill the angel in front of him, and judging by his words, it was not the first time he had done so.

He was the most loyal believer, but now he tried to kill the servants of the gods.

A sharp sound swept through everyone present, it was the sound of wings clashing, and the thousands of blades swung and collided, bringing dazzling sparks and striking the gods in front of them.

The angel's pure face was expressionless, like a mask, and it was a somewhat difficult battle...... This is true every time, but the new pope is used to it all.

In fact, there is a reason why the Sanctuary of Stasis, and even the Basilica of Santa Narlo, is so empty, and after the new pope realizes that the presence of these ghosts can plunder the bodies of others, he drives people away as much as he can, leaving only a minimum of manpower to keep it all running.

He himself hovered ahead of this, guarding the place.

It was a chilling sword, piercing through the heavy wings with a chill to the bone, stabbing the angel.

It also bleeds, and the scarlet blood was so glaring compared to the white complexion that even then the angel still had no expression, it always was, never communicating, and without any emotion to speak of, like a flesh and blood machine that faithfully executes brightly.

Then the intensity of the erosion rose sharply again, and the sudden pressure slowed the new Pope's sword a little, and in an instant, a blinding white light appeared, and the air was torn into a beastly howl.

No one questioned the strength of the sword, the angel did not roar or rage, and there was only an indifferent verdict on the blade, as if a judge from above had sentenced him to death.

At the last moment, the new pope withstood the heavy blow, but it was not a wing.

The blade, to be precise, resembles a sword-like weapon, it resembles a nail sword, slender and strong, glowing with a slight white glow, with spiral notches and blood stains on it, but the new pope is not injured, the blood comes from the angel himself.

Slender silver spikes sprouted from the angel's palm, like a holy silver bone that continued along the bone.

The new pope was on guard as the new pope struck again with a fierce assault, and the wings fell from his parry, some of which were held by the nails, others stretched out and pierced into the flesh.

A faint heat rose from the wound, not only the freshness of flesh and blood, but also the burning pain of flames.

The edges of the wings are plated with holy silver, which was not made by craftsmen in the later period, but was born with the "birth" of the angel.

All this cannot be escaped, and the eyes of the rest, Lawrence and the woman, are analyzing the nature of angels by virtue of the new pope and the angels.

In this strange and twisted world, intelligence is everything, it can lead people to the ultimate truth, and it can also make enemies no longer have any secrets in your eyes.

The new pope is under pressure at the moment, usually he is not so passive, using power Raphael he can fight the angels very well, but power is the biggest secret for him, after all, he has been exposed in the eyes of these people at this moment.

These spectators were clearly not in the same camp as the angels, and they had already revealed their identity as witchers in their eyes, and he didn't want to expose his powers as well.

In this world, there are no absolute allies, and even more so at this moment the new pope is not clear about their purpose.

In the shadows, the woman who had been watching suddenly stopped watching and walked out of the shadows, and a man's voice sounded.

"What do you want to do?"

016, or Watson, stared at the divine angel and spoke her doubts and purpose together.

"The will of nothingness has a substance...... In other words, there's a mysterious will now controlling this body, right?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to see who's behind this sacred, 047. Watson replied to the voice.

"I'm going to invade...... It's [gap]. ”