Time flowed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, a month passed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

During this period, Aeoman used 2 points of faith power to exchange for a rudimentary temple of light, although it could only accommodate a hundred people, but the temple began to take shape, and there was an endless stream of people who came to listen to the chanting. At the same time, the Heavenly Saint Empire in the southeast launched an invasion of the Luohan Empire, and the Heavenly Bandit Army, led by the big bandit Mu Sang Zhuo, who was attached to the Heavenly Saint Empire, broke through the Dawn City in the ninth city of the Nine Cities and Seventeen Fortresses. Considering the geographical location between Iron Shield City and Dawn City, King Rohan issued a secret edict to the Lord of Iron Shield City. The Pope's Cold Mind Summoning also announced a new mission to help the Holy Lady's lineage, a friend of the Lord God of Light, defeat the dark Holy See entrenched in the Heavenly Saint Empire.

On this day, Aeoman sat on the roof of the Aegis Fortress, his fingers elegantly playing a black xylophone, a piano version of the xylophone that Aeoman had ordered the craftsman to imitate based on the memories of his previous life, and the shape was almost identical to that of the piano.

The sudden chants of the organ in the Temple of Light startled Aoman, and the chorus of the Church of Redemption choir traveled through space to the accompaniment of this magnificent instrument to the land favored by Demis the goddess of death.

"Guide me, O Lord God;

Please, Lord of Order

Guide me forward.

Whatever you send me to do, please guide me forward.

I follow you consistently, without fear.

Even if it's suspicion that makes me feel good

backwardness and reluctance,

I will always follow you. ”

Aoman habitually shrugged his shoulders, and the hymn he had written like a god had been adapted into a magnificent momentum by the sadistic believers.

"Sounds good," Aoman slid his xylophone on the white keyboard and closed his eyes in listening.

"Kick" Aoman's sliding fingers stopped, and the music played ended just right, and a dark shadow passed through the Aegis Fortress, leaving only the xylophone on the rooftop quietly placed in the most conspicuous place.

Princess Rena slept in an octopus-like aristocratic bed covered with white goose feather enough for five people to sleep sideways, and in his dreams he seemed to be holding her husband, who was right-mouthed. "Goodbye my Princess Rena, I'll be back when I'm done with my husband" "Don't think about me"

At this moment, Aoman had already arrived at the place of the red coordinates of the ancient scrolls, and when he opened the ancient scrolls, the aura of ancient vicissitudes rushed towards him, and a blood-red marked skull showed his current location.

"Tomb of the Angels"!

Breaking into other territories in the middle of the night, Aeoman as a lord must be extra careful.

The purpose of this trip is to meet the Angel Believers Church, an organization on the side of the Illuminati Sect, and Aoman also joined the Angel Believers Hall a week ago and became one of the top five believers.

A ghostly figure shuttled through the unknown territory, and the guards did not notice that the other guards were still waiting for the shift as before, and the maid walked for a long time only to find that the fresh slices of bread had been torn off at some point, and the top layer was neatly covered with cream.

By this time, Euman had split all the guards and made his way to the Catacommeter, where he took a bite of the delicious bread coated in cream.

After carefully ascertaining with his eyes and ears that no one else was present in the cemetery, he quickly jumped behind the rose-adorned tombstone of the Tatar family. He reached out and felt for a moment in the mossy door of the tomb before opening the catacombs. The gate was like a black hole, longing for all that was earthly, but he did not hesitate to throw himself into the darkness, and turned back to cut off the source of light.

The smell of decaying corpses in the air was characteristic of the cemetery, which, mixed with the moisture of the burial chamber, gave off a smell similar to the salted dried fish that the trolls of the Lorraine Islands loved, between the stench and the inexplicable scent - one of the reasons why the Midthals had always kept a view of that mysterious tribe in the far east. Often, however, the nobles of the kingdom despised the "barbarian tribes" of the Lorraine Islands, while privately communicating how the food was cooked. When it comes to eating and drinking, Mead's aristocracy is simply an expert compared to the Western aristocracy. They did not refuse the seafood from the Lorraine Islands in the East, the mountain delicacies of the Alpine Country of the Xizhou Dwarf Empire, and some raw fish and shrimp from the Beizhou Ice Country.

In 275 A.D., Caldi, a scholar of the High Mountain Kingdom of the Dwarven Empire, once said: "There is nothing that the Mead people dare not eat!"

"Of course, this is limited to the nobles of Mead. The poor are so busy trying to fill their stomachs that they don't regard eating as a pleasure at all.

Once his eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness of the burial chamber, he continued down the slippery granite steps.

The Meads have an inexplicable reverence for death, and the Church of the Sun and the Moon that the Meads believe in believes that people's souls do not belong to themselves, but to the Virgin Koluna. Therefore, death is nothing more than the recovery of her property by the Blessed Virgin.

In this burial chamber, Aeoman saw the tomb of the angel Iobiel Catley, a sarcophagus carved from a single piece of sapphire with a lid.

Beside him, a huge rose carved from red crystal was smiling silently on the book in the angel statue's hand.

Aoman passed through them, the crickets chirping in the crevices of the stone, adding a touch of silence to the gloomy burial chamber.

Standing in front of the iron door at the end of the tomb, he reached out and lifted the slippery iron bar, untied the iron chain that was wrapped around it, and pushed it with a strong push of his arm, and the door slowly opened with the sound peculiar to the rust of iron.

Inside are even older burial chambers, with large and small crystal coffins filling the space. Obviously, the original designers of the tomb did not expect it to last that long, and when the space here was completely occupied by the dead, there was the burial chamber outside, and the white rose reliefs on the walls of this place had been transformed into a heavy black by the breath of the corpse's decomposition.

Aoman returned his hand and closed the iron fence as it had been before, and wrapped the chain around it, as if he had no intention of going out. If there is a revolt of the dead at this time, he will have no way to escape. However, he did not hurry and walked to the end of the tomb.

The bold young man drew the dagger hidden in his boots and struck it three times, one long and two short, on the lid of the first sarcophagus, as if to ask the sleeping dead in the coffin. When he had done this, he stood there and turned his ears as if he was sure that the dead would answer his call.

Oh my God! Out of that ancient coffin came some kind of voice that was not of the world. It came from far underground, echoing through this tomb, and the voice was faintly as if a blow could cut it off, and the voice said:

“...... In the name of the Supreme Angel of Death...... No...... Disturb...... My Eternal Sleep ......"

Aoman had a happy expression on his face, and he said:

"Holy angel sleeping in his own heaven and earth, I greet you on behalf of the Lord God of Light!"

The voice responded, "...... Tear ...... Be...... An apostle of the Lord God of Light?"

Aoman replied, "Yes"!