A stone sculpture occupies most of the dome of the building, and by Eastern and Western standards, the statue of a warrior in armor is daunting, and the intricately carved scaly chainmail ornaments alone exceed 30,000 pieces, which is enough to show the preciousness of this artifact!

The house is more than 200 square meters, and the surrounding walls are also covered with pure marble polished stones, no matter how the floor is decorated, the gorgeous large pieces of quartz are used as lenses on the surface of the four supporting columns, due to the lack of electricity, the reflective ability of these quartz reflects the torch light on the wall to a wider space, plus its special soft light effect, so that the light in the whole room is not so dazzling, on the contrary, it slows down the sense of oppression brought by the boulder statue, adding a few sublime atmospheres.

Except for a few dark purple curtains that adorned the shadow wall in a semicircular circle, defending the iron-colored throne that stood half a meter above the floor, there was nothing else in this place that symbolized the supreme authority of the Holy Army.

On the throne, a man with a dark face, his gaze as cold as an iceberg of ten thousand years, was shooting out of his handsome face, staring at a low-ranking junior officer kneeling in front of the throne.

"What's going on outside?" After a long time, the man withdrew his indifferent gaze, as if everything in front of him made him careless: "Return, sergeant!" ”

"Honorable Grand Master, our patrol has investigated an attack and captured three suspicious figures... But...," the sergeant's voice was startled by the majestic gaze cast from above.

"Go on.... I'm listening! "The crowd in this room could feel the boundless anger gathering around the throne, and it seemed that with one more irritating word, this terrible anger would turn into thunder and lightning, and completely split the poor sergeant in front of him into powder!

"They're the strangers you've ordered to be treated!" Without waiting for the wrath of the Lord to erupt, the sergeant hastened his speech.

In an instant, the feeling of oppression surrounding the sergeant dissipated, leaving only a poor sweaty creature lying on the ground, not daring to say a word.

"Go out, Grand Inquisitor, and please stay." After a long time, a sigh of words floated out of the throne, as if his patience had returned, and the attendants around him had also been pardoned, and poured out of the door of the hall with the sergeant who had come to report, and soon, with a click, the thick door representing the supreme authority was shut, and the only source of sound in the whole room except the sound of the burning torches was the sound of the Grand Inquisitor's careful steps.

"He's coming, they're coming, just like the prophecy, what do you think?" Different from those men's heavy throats, the voice of the person known as the Grand Inquisitor is as sweet as a Hua Dan singing Peking Opera, tactful, and smooth so that people can't help but feel refreshed, but unfortunately, she, or he, wears a dark iron mask, which makes people unable to distinguish his dignity, and even the shining armor also provides a special effect in addition to the defensive effect - the slightest let people see his individual gender characteristics from the body!

"Who? Who can interfere with our cause? "The handsome man on the throne had a confused voice, just like a child who was not deeply involved in the world and was anxious to get guidance from his elders." Tell me, who is it? ”

"Light and darkness are originally twin brothers, the stronger the darkness, the stronger the light, just like the way of the world today, the prophesied Chosen One will soon come, just like us psionic beings, our appearance is to pave the way for his present life!" The sound of slow pacing echoed through the large hall with the voice of the man and woman, and continued to instill into the eardrums of the man on the throne. "It's really strange that darkness covers the earth, and that the child who symbolizes light doesn't appear!" The voice grew muffled, and seemed to be filled with a lot of confusion.

"You said that I am the Chosen One who brings light and casts out darkness! That's what you said when you and the Prophet met me in that basement, have you been deceiving me? The handsome man's angry voice filled the hall, and the anger was so sudden and majestic that it turned into a cascading wave like a tangible substance, and suddenly rushed towards the only companion in the room, the Grand Inquisitor!

It was just a slight turn, and the Grand Inquisitor emitted a little light, and that terrible anger was canceled out like a spring breeze and snow!

"Calm down, calm down, my Grand Master!" A low, melodious voice rang out almost simultaneously in the throat of the strange Inquisitor: "Don't let your anger hurt innocent people and yourself! ”

Strangely, the man known as the Grand Master slowly fell silent in the midst of this reassuring chant, and even let him return to his throne, quietly waiting for his trusted Grand Inquisitor to explain.

"The prophecy is clear, you are the chosen son of God who brings light, but..."

The Grand Master's exasperated voice intensified as his breath intensified, making the nearby Grand Inquisitor feel threatened.

"That person is not just a child of light." With a quick addition, the Grand Inquisitor once again sensed the doubts of the man in front of him: "He is the double chosen son between light and darkness!" ”

"Go on! I'm listening! The Grand Master, who had lightened his anger and heightened his doubts, seemed to be completely silent.

"He will come as a mortal and crush evil in his demonic form! He is destined to be the savior of this land, and all of us, will prostrate at his feet, obey his commands, and fight for the salvation of all mankind! With a final conclusion, the archsitor's expressionless face turned to the man on the throne, as if with some anticipation.

"Go down, let me be alone for a while, and go down, and bring your words to the prophets and the judges, that they may also know about them. Let me think about the other things slowly, go ahead! "Don't overdo it, the Grand Master won't let his men see his expressions, which also means the end of this conversation.

With a deep bow, the Grand Inquisitor left the chamber, and no one saw it, and under the Iron Mask of the Inquisitor, a pair of scarlet eyes were revealing a snickering joy.