Above the sky, which cannot be seen from the ground, Mithra is trying to control a pair of not-so-flexible golden wings behind her back, which the god of war Ashur has lent her for temporary use. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Otherwise, even with the power of her radiant goddess, she would not be able to break through the spatial barrier and enter the sun.

Feeling the voice calling to him in the distance, Mithra thought helplessly: "Which believer is it? The voice of prayer can be conveyed so far, could it be a saint or a quasi-saint?"

However, even when she heard the voice praying to herself, Mithra had no way to respond, because she had to concentrate all her energy on breaking through the spatial barrier now.

With her fists clenched on her chest, Antrysta felt a hint of anxiety and confusion as she prayed for the first time since she became a would-be saint and had not been answered.

"What does this mean, Lady Radiance? Could it be that she thinks that Cyril will die, so she can't come down with salvation?"

Antrysta had already used all the methods she could, and when prayer didn't work, she panicked completely.

Just when she was in despair and desperate, Helo, who had gone back to her shop to get something, rushed back.

"How's Cyril doing?" asked Harrow in a loud voice as she entered the church door, to Annesta, who was standing beside Cyril.

Shaking her head, Antrysta said in a bit of a panic: "No, Cyril's situation is quite bad, I have used all the methods I can think of, but ......"

After walking a few steps to the table where Cyril was lying, and seeing Cyril as he looked now, Harrow finally understood what Atrista meant by being bad.

At this time, Cyril's black heavy armor had disappeared all over his body, followed by his outer garment, and the only thing that was preserved was two inner linings.

All the exposed skin was the same as the previous arm, all of which were scorched black and withered.

And his bare face was even more miserable, not only his cheeks were already skinny, but his eye sockets were deeply sunken.

Just as Harrow was about to say something, a slight crack suddenly appeared on Cyril's cheek.

Then, cracks began to appear in his arms and legs, and out of the cracks came a black liquid that seemed to be as thick and dry as oil.

"What is this?" asked Antrysta with some panic when she saw this, although she was a quasi-saint, but this only meant that her magical talent and heart were good. If compared to the amount of knowledge she had accumulated, she would be far behind Herok.

Helo's complexion also changed slightly, she leaned down slightly, dipped a glass rod in some black liquid, and then brought it to her face to observe it carefully for a while.

"Is there such a thing? But Cyril shouldn't have anything to do with it?" Herro's pupils shrank, and although she could discern the true nature of this thing, the result was unacceptable to her.

Seeing that there was something wrong with Helo's face, Andrista asked, "What? do you recognize this thing?"

"It doesn't matter what this thing is, the important thing is that we need to find a way to stabilize Cyril's state now,"

The thing that flowed out of Cyril's body was extremely vicious, it had unimaginable power, but it also possessed a powerful curse.

Knowing the name of such a thing alone would have unimaginable consequences, so Harrow quickly changed the subject to avoid further questioning by Atrista.

As she spoke, Harrow pulled out two rolls of bandages and a ceramic jar from her subspace.

The ceramic jar was stuffed with a heavy brown cork, and when the cork was removed, the inside of the jar was a large lump of sticky green paste, and the fragrance that emanated made Aresta feel slightly refreshed.

Harrow reached into the jar and scooped out a lump of ointment, then gently rubbed it over Cyril's exposed skin.

She first covered Cyril's entire left hand with ointment, and then wrapped Cyril's entire left hand with a bandage engraved with cyan runes.

Watching Harrow's movements, Antrysta wittily did not ask out loud, but turned her head and left the church, intending to go to the priest who presided over the church and ask him if there was anything he could do.

Due to post-war rearmament, all the priests and priests were treating the wounded soldiers at this time, so the entire church was empty, only Cyril and Helo.

Meticulously applying ointment to Cyril, Harrow carefully bandaged him, Cyril's limbs were so fragile that he could hear the bones rattle even when he moved his arm slightly.

"Really, why do you have to work so hard...... Even if you don't make a move, there will definitely be a hero who will come to save the city, why pay such a big price......" Harrow muttered to herself softly while wearing a bandage.

But I didn't expect that Cyril, who was still with his eyes closed just now and looked like he was going to die, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Of course, it's to protect you......" Although his eyes were blurred for a while, with his feelings, Cyril could still conclude that this person was taking care of himself as Helo.

However, as soon as he spoke, Cyril was startled by his own voice, which was not as crisp and pleasant as usual, nor like the muddy voice of being covered in black heavy armor, but a low and hoarse voice, as if his entire vocal cords had been torn apart.

However, after hearing this voice, Harrow showed a happy expression, and she hurriedly pressed the back of her hand to Cyril's forehead to see how he was doing.

Cyril was a little embarrassed to be treated so gently by Herlo, and when he hoarsely screamed in his throat and was about to say something, he was stopped by Herlo's voice.

"Okay, lie down obediently, don't talk. Your current situation is very bad, so you should accept the treatment with peace of mind, and don't think about anything else. ”

Nodding obediently, the pain from all over his body mixed with exhaustion, coupled with the itching from the place where the ointment was applied, made him quickly fall asleep.

"Hmm...... Although I was mentally prepared just now, I didn't expect Cyril's physical condition to be so critical, and now I just hope that these things can have an effect, otherwise I really don't know what to do. ”

Looking at Cyril's completely distorted face, Harrow shook her head and began to apply ointment to his cheeks.

After applying the ointment and bandages all over his body, Cyril stopped what he was doing, and it was up to his own luck to survive the ordeal.

But Cyril's condition was worse than Harrow had imagined, and the ointment she applied to Cyril was a secret of the Beast Clan, and it was so precious that only a small jar had been accumulated over the centuries.

Moreover, the bandage she used was also given to her by the patriarch of the elf clan as a symbol of friendship, this kind of bandage with countless healing spells and its strength, even injuries such as broken souls can be healed.

Sitting beside Cyril, Harrow examined the injuries on his body with a solemn face, and the bandages that had been wrapped were all slowly oozing out of the black viscous liquid, which was the kind that flowed from Cyril's previous wounds.

"With so many 'sins', can't even be separated by a natural salute bandage?" This black viscous liquid that exudes an unpleasant smell is exactly the sin in Helo's mouth.

The sin that has been materialized is an extremely powerful curse, and even a little bit of such black mud will immediately dissipate if ordinary people come into contact with it, and even their existence will disappear.

Even professionals are powerless in the face of this terrible and abominable black mud, and only the three professionals can barely resist.

I've never seen so many sins gathered in one person...... And how could Cyril have so many sins......"

This kind of black mud is not formed by ordinary evil, only if you do things that hurt nature and reason, only when millions or even tens of millions of people fall into disaster, by the resentment of the victims and the lament of the world, will this black mud representing sin be formed.

Helo had seen this black mud before, a man who was once known as the god of war and whose mistake led to the destruction of his country.

And when the whole country was resentful of him, the strong resentment of the multitudes condensed into this sin, and before Helo's eyes, black mud flowed from the man's ears, and he died screaming.

But this was the first time that Harrow had seen a situation like Cyril, whose whole body was full of sin and black mud that even flowed from his wounds.

"If this is all Cyril's own sin, then what kind of thing has he done......

Thinking of this, Harrow quickly shook his head, no matter what, Cyril is in this state in order to protect White City, and in order to protect himself.

Just then, Andrista pushed the door open and walked in, followed by two men who looked like priests.

The one on the left was wearing a white priest's robe, which looked inconspicuous, while the priest on the right, wearing a purple robe, whose magic was almost piercing the ceiling, instantly attracted all of Helo's attention.

Turning away slightly, Antrysta said to Herro, "This is the priest of San Antonio who came from the headquarters, and I asked him to come over and help check Cyril's injury." ”

Herro nodded, there is only one kind of priest in the Radiant Sect who wears purple priest robes, and that is the purple cardinal, second only to the Pope. If it were him, he wouldn't have to worry about touching the mud of sin and not being able to bear it.

Walking up to Cyril's side, St. Anthony's hand glowed with a brilliant golden light, and he whispered, "Then, let me examine the hero's body!" (To be continued.) )