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Wisps of miserable green aura filled the huge hall, scurrying like a living snake. In the mournful melody, the miserable green mist continued to expand and contract, and with each contraction, a sharp scream came out of the darkness.

The few moans struggled in pain in the depths of the mist, cursing hoarsely.

"Ludovick, how dare you steal the papal throne!"

"Black musician...... You, as a cardinal, are in collusion with the Black Musician, Ludovic, the wrath of God, the wrath of God, the wrath of God will turn you to ashes sooner or later!"

"Lord Ludovic, I am willing to surrender and serve you......"

Before the pleading voice could finish speaking, a scream was heard, and a crisp sound of bones shattering came from the poisonous mist, followed by a hoarse voice:

"You can kill us, Ludovic, but the Saloman Temple will never tolerate desecration by sinners like you! The thousand-year-old glory of the Holy City will never be destroyed in your hands, and it will never be !!"

As soon as the words fell, a muffled sound came from the poisonous mist, and the divine light that burned life lit up, and was immediately extinguished by the ubiquitous darkness.

In the mist and darkness, there was a steady stream of chewing and blood splattering, falling on the statues of the saints, staining their wooden faces red.

Until finally, there was silence, and there was no more sound.

It's as if the wind is coming.

The miserable green mist wriggled and gathered together, turning into a thin line of fluorescence, and returning to a skull goblet.

The glass was picked up by a withered old musician, who smiled grimly and looked back behind him.

"It's out of the way, my lord. ”

So, in the darkness, footsteps sounded, and the group walked into the firelight.

The priests in sacred robes stood in the firelight, their faces covered with hideous and eerie beak masks.

It wasn't until he was sure that there was no more poison left in the air that the old man at the head took off his mask, revealing Ludovic's face.

He stood in front of the mutilated corpses and looked at them with a blank expression.

"Why do such idiots who can't tell the difference between the current situation go so much everywhere?"

No one answered.

With the papal scepter in hand, Ludovic walked to the deepest part of the underground hall, the bronze door, gazing at the hideous reliefs on it.

Above the jaw-dropping gate were three ugly bronze figures, sinners in shackles staring at the door beneath their feet, struggling in pain, unwilling to approach.

And just above the door, among the countless eerie and gorgeous reliefs, hundreds of bronze reliefs of ordinary people depict the pain of hell on the door, and the light of heaven representing salvation shines on them, making them look up longingly at the person in the center of the door, who is surrounded and served by angels.

This is the gateway to hell and salvation.

Ludovic reached out and stroked the pained face on the bronze door, smiling pityingly.

This is the forbidden place that only the previous popes can step into, the secret sanctuary where the sacred cauldron is sealed, and the sacred temple that only the Red King can know, step into, and master.

- The Sanctuary of Saloman.

"Nibelungen. ”

Ludovic spoke, and a calm voice sounded from the gloomy dome: "Holy See, what do you command?"

"I don't have any instructions, I just want to thank you. ”

Ludovic stared at the three-inch void in front of him and said lightly, "The Saloman Temple is hidden in the deepest part of the Holy City, and without your guidance, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a way to pass through the 'Minotaurs Path' now." ”

"It is my duty to lead the way for the Pope. ”

"You recognize me as the Pope?" Ludovic's brow furrowed slightly, "It's funny, so many humans think I'm not right, but a natural disaster is willing to recognize me as the Pope." ”

"To me, a pope is just a pope. ”

The Nibelungen replied, "My pact with the humans is to record their surviving stories.

In the story, the role of the 'Holy See' is no different from anyone else, since you were chosen by the Sistine Council, then you are the 'Pope'.

After drinking the Divine Blood, you are the new Red King. ”

"Don't you choose a side for yourself?" Ludovick laughed mockingly, "a natural disaster, like grass on the wall." ”

"The recorder must not take a position, otherwise the account will be biased. ”

Nibelungen said: "The 'Three Wise Men' coexist with human beings, but each has its own essence and path. I am not a guide, nor a leader, but a 'witness'.

It is my duty to witness the events, to record the events, and to keep them. I don't stop people from reading these stories, and I don't try to change them.

If you think I'm harboring evil intentions, don't believe me. ”

Nibelungen's words were simple and straightforward, but they made Ludovic laugh: "Nibelungen, do you really think you know everything?"

"Not yet. ”

The Nibelungen replied: "As long as you keep witnessing, keep recording, keep watching, one day, I will." ”

"Then I wish you the fulfillment of this dream that does not exist as soon as possible. ”

Ludovic waved his voice.

The hall was silent again.

"Finally...... It's about to begin. ”

Ludovic stared at the door in front of him and muttered softly.

In the dim light, all the servants retreated respectfully and bowed to the ground, but Ludovic stepped forward, raised the papal scepter in his hand, and recited the secret words of opening the door.

"All flesh shall die with them, and all men shall return to dust. ”

Collapse!

The Pope's scepter was embedded in the holes in the ground, causing the vast square to tremble. At the sound of steel grinding, on the ground, countless concentric nested brass rings swirled, and the pivot unfolded, revealing the dense cogs beneath the square, which cruised along the tracks with each other, collided, burst into sparks, rubbed against each other, twisted, and burst out with great and immense power.

That terrible power burst out of copper and iron, but it transcended matter, as if it was above life and death, beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It ran in the dark, igniting flames, melting ironstone, and bursting with a loud roar like a dragon's roar.

A storm swept in from the darkness.

The gates of hell burst open.

-

Ye Qingxuan woke up from the pain, raised his head, and looked at his hands.

The hands were still nailed to the iron wall, and the silver nails were covered with blood. Sometimes it's not a good thing if the vitality is too strong, the flesh and blood have been healed, as if it has grown on a silver nail, and if it moves slightly, it hurts to the bone.

In the darkness, footsteps were heard.

"You're recovering faster than you expected. ”

The Cloak of Original Sin glanced at Samuel outside the cage, and in the dim light, Samuel was draped in a red robe, and he couldn't see his body underneath, but the exposed head was broken and mutilated, the left half of his head had disappeared, and the remaining face was full of hatred and madness.

"Open the cage. Samuel said hoarsely, "Just received news from Lord Ludovic...... Everything went well, he was no longer needed. ”

"Then I'll leave it to you. ”

The clothes of original sin glanced at Ye Qingxuan one last time: "Try to keep your brain as much as possible and save his consciousness...... Take him as a gift, and my master will accept your affection. ”

"Nope. ”

Samuel ignored the friendship of a dark minister, gritted his teeth, and made a cold voice:

"--I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

The Cloak of Original Sin was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, but there was a crisp sound of 'snapping'.

It's like a ripe melon.

Ye Qingxuan's head detached from his shoulders and rolled to the ground.

Until death, with an unbelievable look on his face.

-

On the long dark road, Ludovic walked in silence.

At the heart of the Holy City, beneath the Papal Palace, the Sanctuary of Saloman is hidden in the fragments of the Aetheric Realm, guarded by numerous facilities.

Even if the gates of hell are opened, there are still countless enchantments and divergent paths behind the gates to protect its existence.

It is precisely because of its importance that humanity is so scheming to guard its existence, even using all the means it can think of, burying all the traps that can be created, hiding all traces that can be discovered......

Even if the gods come, they will be briefly lost in this endless darkness.

But the papal scepter glowed with a faint light, illuminating the way forward, guiding Ludovic straight forward, pushing open a series of doors despite the illusions and streamers around him.

Countless elaborate traps along the way were silent in that light, and even so, the few that leaked out were enough to make people shudder.

It's like cruising on a steel cable on top of a cliff.

Eventually, Ludovic had landed in the deepest part of the Aether Realm, and had walked into the Holy City from within.

Under the arch of countless stars, in the light and splendor like heaven, the last gate also opened silently in front of him, revealing the huge space hidden deep in it.

In the dimness that the light could not illuminate, an ancient altar stood.

It was as if a stone cauldron stood on the altar, carrying a wisp of ethereal light, brewing crystal clear holy blood.

Staring at the stone cauldron, even if it was as deep as Ludovick, his eyes lit up with a green fire:

"The ...... of the Sacred Cauldron"

But at that moment, the smile on his face dissipated.

Because behind the altar, there was a hoarse coughing sound.

It was like a lung disease that had occurred after many years, and the voice was heart-rending and painful. It wasn't until the end that he reluctantly stopped, took out a handkerchief and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I've not been in good health lately. ”

The rickety old man held on to the edge of the altar and slowly walked out from behind, and when he looked at Ludovic, his expression became extremely helpless:

"And my back hurts a little bit, especially ...... Over here. ”

He pointed to the back of his heart—the part that should have been pierced by a dagger—even if it was still intact.

In that ethereal, divine light, the old man lifted his face, revealing the familiar one, which made Ludovic's expression even more ugly.

He should have died.

The body was burned to ashes by the flames in the presence of many bishops, and buried in the underground palace with the successive popes.

But now, the former Pope, who should have died a long time ago, stood in front of the Holy Cauldron, looking at one of the people who might have killed him, but smiled.

The smile was pleasant and mocking, but it was hell-seeking.

Because everyone knows that the former Red King, the most famous is the iron mask and indifference - that person will never laugh!

"I'm still alive, aren't you confused?"

The former pope sat down on the steps of the altar, smiled, spread his hands, and said mysteriously: "As you can see, it is like what the holy scriptures say......"

"—I am resurrected. (To be continued.) )