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The choir stood on the broad steps of the cathedral, and the square was almost as numerous as the population of Millworth combined, where all the cultists who believed in the oracles of the sages stood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The priest took out the flame, which had not been extinguished for thousands of years, and burned slowly under the golden lampshade. The flames were faint, but they never showed signs of dying. The priest lit the altar of fire, and the charcoal poured with lamp oil spared no effort to justify the flame of its majesty, and the sound of the flame pierced far away.

In the original legends of the Empire, the flame symbolized the blood of the royal family and represented the prosperity of the Empire. In Clinos's opinion, this faint flame seems to be weak, but it can be seen that the burning thing is still roaring and declaring its glory, which is suitable to describe the current war.

Ordinary people couldn't detect the arcane power coming out of the scroll, and even a gifted person like Serena who could feel a trace of arcane ability could sense that something was wrong with this scroll.

The choir sang louder and louder, and the priest tossed the oracle scroll into the fire altar to the beat, and when the flame was burned out, he could read the words on it.

Most of the flames of their age would not have destroyed such a powerful magical object, just wait for the priest to read it again......

"We can take a look at this ...... if you want," Clinos said in Isaac's temperament, and it didn't hurt even if it was a pointless hoax.

Clinos never believed in prophecy and remained neutral about the existence of God. According to him, there is no point in discussing something like God that cannot be proven or falsified. And prophecy is 100% unbelievable to Clinos, and it is the answer given to him by speculation and dialectic. If you elaborate, it's endless.

Looking back, the others seem to be scattered in a sea of 300,000 people.

Suddenly, the birds around him were startled, and the dogs fled with their tails between their legs. A strange sound came from under his feet, and a feeling of dizziness and vomiting swept over him.

Earthquake!

The tremors on the ground were so great that people could barely stand on their feet. The loud noise, caused by the collision of rocks below the surface, drowned out the sounds of people fleeing, and it was no longer clear whether it was the collapse of the house or the noise of the earthquake.

The priest who presided over the ceremony hesitated between the oracle scroll and the open place of escape, and the burning altar fell in response, erecting a wall of fire. The men in the clergy choir have long since run away. The priest rushed into the cathedral, panicking and praying for safety.

In contrast, the Eaves Square of the Gods is not very optimistic. Although everyone was in a relatively safe open area, they were afraid of the sudden collapse of the 140-meter-high Kamiya Cathedral, and everyone desperately fled towards the center of the square. The huge crowd moved, like ants on the wall, but the difference was that it was disorganized. Naturally, the crowded position of people is inevitably tripped and stumbled, and those people are rightfully abandoned, becoming a stepping stone for those who can still escape.

The Cathedral of the House of God, which symbolizes salvation and grace, has become a disaster that no one wants to take refuge in.

In the midst of such a crowd, Klinos and Isaac were at the very end, barely affected.

The flame, still burning on the ground, gradually reduced the straps of the oracle scroll to ashes. The scroll unfolded naturally and evenly, more neatly than the paper you had just bought in the store. The white light that burst out told Clinos that this was not an ordinary scroll, but a real magic scroll.

At the sight of this light, Klinos's dizziness and weakness became worse and worse.

A crack in the ground had been torn open by the earthquake, and Clinos was tempted to cast a spell to escape, but the magic on the scroll undoubtedly suppressed his ability to cast spells.

As Clinos fell into the crack, he saw a line of the sky gradually close. Because of the crack caused by the earthquake, it was reclosed because of the irregular force of the earthquake.

The ungentle landing made the already dizzy Clinos even more uncomfortable, and he endured the pain of a hard landing and propped up his body with his hands and vomited something.

Although it was uncomfortable, I didn't stop thinking.

Hand to hand, it's clayey soil...... Slightly moist, it seems that the rain often soaks the surface flat, and it looks like the space is some years old. After touching the distance, I found a smooth rock texture. Could it be a man-made underground facility? a shelter, a wartime underground fortification?

Isaac lit up a candlelight spell that lit up the surroundings. Clinos thinks back that Isaac also fell here with him. However, Isaac was not frightened, so he did not scream, and it was easy to ignore it.

"Where is this?" Isaac really looked happy, "Ancient ruins?"

"You never know when you should be nervous, do you?" said Clinos to himself, but the discomfort still lingered, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of arcane energy on his body. "But it looks like the synth's magic isn't affected......"

A path unfolded in front of the two of them, behind which was a wall of rough soil and rubble. It looks like it's just going forward......

Clinos got up from the ground and stared at the ground where the two had landed, as if the soft soil was meant to cushion him.

"It's time for us to find a way out of here. Clinos said, vomiting out some of the contents of his stomach. "What's that sound?"

"Echo?"

A figure slowly became clear from the end of the road, "It's not an echo, it's my ......"

"Who are you?" asked Isaac.

"I'm the brains of the shadows, I'm the iron-blooded executioner......"

"Stop talking about riddles. Clinos disgusted, "You're the damned Ognell Nicholas. ”

"That's right!"

It's not that I guessed accurately, when no one spoke, there was a yin and yang weirdness that couldn't be concealed, and it sounded like a show-off tone.

"I won't ask why you're here...... "You can't use any magic, can you?"

"You can guess. ”

"Is there anything else possible in the dark underground without lights?" said Clinos.

"You're right. Ognel said, "But the last time we met, you tried to kill me with a heavy hand. ”

"Mutual friend, I'm curious why you believe I won't want to kill you?"

"Well...... Let's just think of it as a past that doesn't need to be brought up again. Ognair said perfunctorily, "You can rest assured that my mentor has forbidden me to try to kill you again." ”

"So, the last time was your mentor's acquiescence, or a tentative attack?"

"I'm not my guru, I'm afraid I don't know what he's thinking. ”

"Cut ......" Clinos didn't like the logic knight's dishonesty, "what are you doing here? Do you believe in oracles?"

"Ahh

"No, I may not be as conceited as you say. "As a mage, predicting the future is always a fascinating topic. For the exploration of the unknown, that's what you want. You have said that you seek the truth. And the truth about the future, the truth about the continuity of time and space, is the truth of our world, at least a crucial part. ”