"This tomb belongs to a former priest. ”

Bane replied coldly, "He was drunk and jumped off the wall, fell and bleed, and died the next day." So don't worry, even if there are evil spirits, they will only drink and will not come to you. ”

"Hey, you even instigated me to dig up the grave of the last generation of secret keepers?"

"It's so troublesome, you don't want to forget it. ”

"Wait, I want it!

The wolf flute grimaced and began to dig the grave. Thanks to the surgery and the healing of his personal medication, his tragic injuries have been forcibly healed, and although he has been left with serious hidden dangers, he can still receive more advanced treatment when he returns to the Holy City.

Now he was sweating profusely digging the grave, and he only hated that he hadn't done a little more physical work in the Holy City back then, otherwise he wouldn't have started to run out of breath after a while.

Just digging and digging, the sound of the shovel became rhythmic, and the wolf flute was bitterly happy, and even sang a song: "A little, two small, three little Indians ~ four small, five small, six little Indians ~"

Just before Father Bane's endurance reached the limit and he could finish off the scary nursery rhyme singer, the wolf flute finally heard the sound of shovels and sarcophagi clashing.

He was in good spirits, digging hard, and soon cleared out a large coffin board.

Seeing that it was almost the same, the priest pushed away the wolf flute, pulled a crowbar from his sleeve, stuffed it into the crack of the coffin, and tried to pry it hard. With the sound of nails breaking, the sarcophagus was pried open a gap and was soon lifted in its entirety.

The wolf flute was stunned.

He didn't smell a foul smell, but smelled the incense in the church in this ** cemetery, which made him extremely uneasy.

The priest turned on the wind lamp and swept over the coffin, and the wolf flute only had time to see a piece of white bone as a blooming flower, but he could not see the whole thing in its entirety.

Until a gust of wind blew through the sky, swept the black clouds into the distance, and the moonlight shone through.

In the cold moonlight, the deceased in the coffin seemed to smile at the two long-lost guests.

The priest's face was gloomy, and the wolf flute gasped:

"What the fuck is this?"

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In the sarcophagus that has been buried for a hundred years, there is a scarlet patch.

It was a blooming lycoris flower. They grew on the lush bones, and they exuded a gorgeous scent like incense, and they bloomed enchantingly.

Covered in layers of lycoris flowers, the bones of a corpse that seemed to exist in a nightmare were exposed in front of them.

On the pitch-black skull, which was like a grin, in addition to the two eye holes of a normal person, there were two gaps on the forehead, like where the other two eyeballs were.

The skeleton, more than three meters tall, lay on its back in the coffin, with six arms in front of its chest. The two palms are spread out at the top, and the ten fingers are intertwined, like a flame rising; the two palms are stacked on the chest, and the ten fingers are close together like lotus buds; the two palms, the ten fingers are interlaced like chains, turning into iron locks.

Underneath the arms of the six-armed, something seemed to be guarded.

Where they should have been ribs, there were layers of bone plates, all of which had broken barbs.

A pair of torn bone wings extended from the back to the front, and even though they had turned into white bones, the bone wings were covered with a membrane like bronze.

The breath of madness gushed in the sarcophagus, like a place where demons are buried. Even if he died, it still seemed as if he was about to pounce out of the sarcophagus and fly to the moonlight.

It's not a human corpse left behind after death, it's more like a monster forged from black iron, bronze, and silver, and it should only exist in a craftsman's nightmare!

The wolf flute stretched out his shovel expressionlessly, poked at the alloy bone, and metal collided with metal, emitting a faint low sound, attracting the response of countless souls in the darkness.

He froze with his shovel.

A gust of wind blew, and the shovel in his hand silently cracked into powder, and the iron powder floated in the air, and seemed to pierce his lungs with his breath, making people feel cold all over his body.

- The Curse of the Ashes.

It was a curse erected by the Change-Changing musicians, carving the music into the bones, and the slightest collision would trigger a backlash of the aether, shattering everything that touched.

He tilted his head and looked at Bane, "Hey, Father, are all the people of your Order going to look like this after they get drunk and climb over the wall?"

"Ah, what I just said scared you. I just want to see you deflated. ”

The priest uncovered the lie just now, his expression was calm as if there was no malice, and his eyes looked coldly as if he were looking at the dust when he looked down at the bones: "He was no longer a human when he died, just look at it as the corpse of a wild beast." ”

"So what's going on now?"

The wolf flute asked, "The two of us squatted here and waited for a few more decades for the curse to dissipate?"

"The sarcophagus is connected to the entire cemetery, and the curse of the ashes cannot be dissipated unless the entire cemetery is dug out of the ground. The priest turned to look at him and held out his hand:

"You take out your appointment paperwork. ”

The wolf flute was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out the piece of blood-stained paper from his satchel. The paper was printed with a pear pattern watermark for the Order, which was a natural anti-counterfeiting mark. The priest leaned the paper in front of the lantern and looked sideways, revealing a few numbers in the blood-stained area.

"S7:6-3242?

"A 'code of authorization' issued by the Chamber of Cardinals of the Holy City, through which believers can exercise their divine powers.

S is the abbreviation of Seraph, which means the first sequence under the throne of the gods, and 7 is the number, which refers to the 'burning serpent' - the power to break all evil spirits. This is the mandate given to me by the Cardinals. The latter is a one-time ciphertext, and we have our own way of interpreting it."

The priest explained lightly, and took out an ancient clock from his bosom.

The one, which was about the size of a fist, was more like a large bell, but the bell was not so solemn. It was very old, densely carved with lines of incantations, and the insignia of the Three Saints surrounded it.

In the moonlight, the brass bell silently refracted the silver light.

The bronze bell is then struck by the priest with a complex rhythm.

It was silent, but it was like someone suddenly sighing softly in the void.

In the silence, the screams of countless bats suddenly rang out, and they flew into the sky in a hurry, rambling aimlessly, and even crashing into the tombstones and walls in horror.

The inaudible sound spreads like droplets of water falling into a still lake, so the ripples spread in all directions. Suddenly, it reached thousands of miles away, and in the holy city thousands of miles away, a huge pitch-black bell responded with a bang.

Immediately afterward, the clock in the priest's hand shattered, and in the moonlight it silently turned into iron sand, which poured down from the priest's hand like a stream of water and drifted into the air.

The wolf flute suddenly changed color.

Light emerged from the iron sand, and a huge amount of aether gathered and poured into it, causing countless clouds of dust to fly, and holy relics to emerge from the iron sand.

It was a rare broad-bladed sword, covered in blue gold, and its blade was full of chips and cracks.

There are still traces of forging on the spine of the sword, like layers of folds like blooming peonies. If you look closely, the cascading folds are actually made up of countless holy names and scriptures. And at the end of the hilt, the four popes left their names and the three rings overlapping the emblem, proving that God had the power to grant this weapon, and when it fell, everything would shatter like a clay pot.

The emblem and the scriptures were filled with endless power, making the body of the sword crimson, causing the blade to vibrate endlessly, and conjuring into a blurred shadow.

-- In response to the call of prayer, the power of God has come from here!

"I will fill this river with its flow. ”

The priest chanted softly, clenched the hilt of his sword, and allowed the power of the flame to burn him: "- My lord, for you. ”

He clenched the blade of his sword and held it high.

Everything was silent, as if frozen and frozen by an invisible force.

Immediately after, the blade is down!

The silence shattered, for the heat and explosion were hidden in the slash, and in a flash, it tore apart all light and shadow, making it impossible to look at it directly.

The dry bones in the coffin were violently shaking, and on the dry bones, the scarlet lycoris flowers trembled. They bloomed, danced, and in an instant withered into dust and flew all over the sky.

The dust was mixed with flower petals, and in the moonlight it was a blood-like color.

They flew out of the sarcophagus endlessly, spreading in the cold wind, like a swarm of awakened blood butterflies.

And that sword, against the almost endless blood butterflies, continued to stab downward!

Eventually, it collided with the bones. The blades and bones shook and screamed, as if they were in the same furnace of molten steel, so the sound of resonance was terrifying and harmonious.

Soon, the sound dissipated, the blade dissipated, and the butterfly dissipated.

Everything was like a dream bubble, and it never happened.

But the wolf flute lowered his head blankly, staring at the bones in the sarcophagus but couldn't take his eyes off.

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In the sarcophagus, the six arms of the hideous skeleton slowly opened. The bony plates of the chest unfold like petals, revealing what is hidden in the core.

A cohesive black iron box.

The curse of the ashes was silently sliced apart, and it was struck by a sword that came from thousands of miles away.

Thinking of that kind of light, the wolf flute only felt hairy all over his body, it was the power extracted after interfering with the Great Source, even if it was a mirror image, even if it was Yu Wei, it was palpitating:

"The sword...... Is it the 'Gate of Heaven' forged by four generations of popes?"

"That's right. ”

Father Bane withdrew his empty palm: "That ciphertext is the real key, without it, you can't open the cage of bones." ”

"The Order's technology is truly breathtaking. ”

The wolf flute sighed and pointed to the corpse in the sarcophagus: "What about it? What is this corpse?"

"Didn't I tell you? ”

Bane was still expressionless: "He was ordered to go north a hundred years ago to find the whereabouts of that thing, and then found ...... In the territory of Mother Darkness. ”

"The scourge that was crusaded by the Pope?"

"Yes. It took the Secret Keeper three years to make a plan, sacrificing six people from his team to bring it back. But he himself was eroded by the power of the natural disaster, and began to go crazy, becoming like this ghost, forgetting who he was. In order to kill him, the Order dispatched six Templars, and he died at the hands of my father......

He has become a demon, but the demon still knows his children. When he saw my father, he relaxed, curled up beside the fire, ate dry food, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

He probably already knew that there was iron sand in the dry food, which turned into a blade and pierced his heart from the inside. In the end, he did not resist and was able to preserve his glory. ”

“...... What a price. ”

The wolf flute was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

Father Bann drew a holy emblem on his chest, and his eyes were still cold: "It's just a person's life and death." ”

"The fear between life and death is enough to be fearful, so why should it be distinguished by quantity?"

The wolf flute bent down and held up the black box in awe. Blow away the dust and broken bones on it.

In the moonlight, he unscrewed the lock of the box, reached in and rubbed it, and his face changed. At the end, he let out a sigh of relief and nodded, "That's right, it's the same touch that the teacher and I described." ”

He put away the tin box and bent slightly to the priest: "Thanks to the cooperation of the Order, my mission has been completed." ”

"That's my mission. I thought I would die of old age here, but I didn't expect it to be liberated today. ”

In silence, the priest stared down at the sarcophagus, stretched out his hand to the bones, and scratched the emblem: "You are also free." Dust to dust, dust to dust, what should go, don't stay. ”

So the wind blew from the sea, brushed the tips of everyone's noses, and dispelled the rotten smell that lingered in the cemetery.

In the gentle wind, the hideous bones seemed to be silent, it was no longer manic, it was eternally silent. Under the moonlight, the bronze bone wings reflect the silvery white light, which has an alternative sacredness and solemnity.

"It's beautiful. ”

The wolf flute took one last look at it, scooped up the dirt from the ground, and covered its body.