Time goes back slightly.

The present Canaan.

This ancient city, which has been shrouded in brilliance for thousands of years, is in a state of turmoil.

Lightning and thunder, landslides and earth cracks.

Above the vast expanse of the heavens, the passage to the outer part of the world was opened, cold, dark, and empty, and the breath that emanated from that unknowable place alone caused the time and space in which the present Canaan lived to collapse, creating a certain aberration.

At some point, the city of faith was shrouded in thick dark clouds, and with the cry of the wind and the birth and death of thunder, the divine light gradually dimmed under the erosion of darkness.

This alone is not enough to frighten people—the Order has its own set of effective contingency plans for dealing with crises.

Prayer –

Under the organization of the monastery, the whole population prayed in unison.

Man's faith has its own power.

In the sound of prayer that resounded throughout the city, a series of negative emotions such as restlessness, restlessness, and panic gradually subsided, and the soul returned to an incredible calm.

But modern Canaan, the Lord's city of promise, is still at the center of a spiral of contradictions, and the trials and tribulations it has to go through are far from over.

After the collapse of the sky, there is a crack in the earth.

The earthquake trembled, the bluestone brick-paved road cracked, the whole city was torn apart, the lake was boiling, and tentacles at least tens of meters high were tumbling out from under the abyss, stirring up the sky.

The Elder God, born from the primordial chaos, opened his eyes—

At this moment,

The door to the back of the head seemed to have been hit with a blunt object, and all the people who were still praying—priests and nuns, transcendent beings like sword bearers, or tens of thousands of civilians—couldn't help but feel a pound in their chests, and even their heartbeats slowed down by half a beat.

Then, in the otherwise uniform sound of prayer, there was a murmur.

There seemed to be a small whisper in my ears.

There is a voice, a voice that cares more and more the more you want to ignore them, counting their ugliness and sins in the bottom of their hearts, luring them into the abyss little by little.

Even if there are the most determined clergy here, even if there are sword bearers with extraordinary powers, even if this prayer unites the faith of tens of thousands of believers in the city, it is still full of holes and crumbling like a castle of sand in front of the rulers of the old world.

As long as He had a heart, the present Canaan might be like Hemtika, and in an instant, he would be reduced to a dead realm on earth.

Or take it a step further,

Become a demon-infested city of depravity.

But Hasta,

The king of the yellow coat, the far-off rejoicer, did not have a will.

His gaze was farther away.

There, in the depths of the night, a brutal battle was going on.

"Just let him go?"

In the Papal Chamber, Stewart, the minister of the Faith and Doctrine with the appearance of a teenager but an unknown age, asked the people around him in a low and calm tone.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Standing beside him was the most revered person of the entire Order, the Patriarch of the Lord's herding of all beings, the Lord's spokesman on earth, His Majesty Pope Augustine.

The old man, who had always shown a kind image, raised his head, and did not pay attention to the old ruler who was about to move because of the loss of Augustus's suppression, but just looked at the shattered sky above his head: "The seal is strong enough, and it is impossible for him to really get out of trouble in a short time." ”

"Also, the top priority now is the Tianmen Project. The young minister of the Ministry of Faith and Doctrine nodded, retracting his gaze from the present Canaan, and also looked at the heavenly dome, looking at the distorted "origin" that was becoming clearer and clearer, "That's the door, the coordinates of our world?"

The old man didn't speak, just paused with the scepter in his hand.

Silent for a long time,

He said in a hoarse voice:

"Cassieu Wald, and the Hymn—"

"Annihilation. ”

After a brief silence, the unexpected news thundered into the hearts of everyone here.

After a while, Leonardo da Vinci, who was qualified to participate in this operation, pushed his one-sided glasses: "Is the news reliable?"

Just how powerful the Song Troop is, how important it is, even if the cardinals who are qualified to stand here and participate in this operation, most of them can only be regarded as half-understood, but as one of the few great alchemists in the entire territory of the order who can reach the side of truth, he knows this whimsical force well, but can perform incredible miracles.

Naturally, he knew that the fall of the Song Corps was not simple.

If...... If the news is true.

The old man didn't answer his question, but nodded silently: "It's Hasta who did it." ”

Hasta.

This blasphemous pronunciation silenced everyone again.

"It can't be!"

After a brief silence like an illusion, some people questioned it.

The existence of the Old Dominators is not a secret to the powerful people who are qualified to participate in the "Tianmen Project", but because of this, they cannot accept it.

- The seal is still strong!

How can we find the expeditionary force, the choral team, and destroy it in the vast and deep night of the canaanite world, and only a little will of will, and only a mortal heart?

It's incredible.

"A new incarnation," said Augustine, the current pope of the Order, in a low voice, "and he has cooperated with the Chaos Sect. ”

His gaze quietly swept over the crowd present.

Although there is no need to speak out and arouse suspicion,

But it can be determined that

- The upper echelons of the Order, and even among these people around him, there may be shadows of the Chaos Sect.

otherwise

Even if the King of the Yellow Cloak created a new Acting Body, it would not be possible for him to merge with the Chaos Sect and blend into the operation against the Expeditionary Force in just a month or two.

"That's true," Stewart, the minister of the Ministry of Faith and Reason, sighed, "the worst is possible. ”

"yes,"

"It's a big problem. ”

There was a chorus of echoing, and those who were qualified to participate in the "Tianmen Plan" were undoubtedly the real power figures of the Order, and they naturally knew the significance of the existence of the expeditionary force.

is the bait,

It is a distracting bait for enemies.

Even if it is a deliberately sent outcast to attract the attention of those possible enemies, it can collapse too quickly, and it is also not good for the development of the plan.

- Because this means that the enemy can draw back the attracted and misguided forces and encircle the ceremonial scene of the present Canaan.

At that time, the situation will be extremely unfavorable.

Even the "Tianmen Project" will die because of this, it is uncertain.

So, they looked at Augustine, they looked at the top decision-maker.

The old man didn't give an answer at the first time, he turned the rough scepter in his hand, and after about three breaths, he slammed it, and the black iron scepter collided with the marble floor and made a sonorous sound: "Tell him, tell Wyman,"

"I give him permission,"

"—Lift the first seal!"