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Chapter 200, I keep my promise and will never be a eunuch.

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When a civilization reaches its peak, there will always be all kinds of reflections. Reflection on society, reflection on culture, and reflection on oneself. Many philosophers who have left a brilliant page in history often start from self-reflection and embark on this strange road.

Where I'm from and where I'm going.

Why do I exist, or do I not exist, but I thought I existed.

Questions such as these, which seem to ordinary people to be full of pain and absurdity, plague these philosophers and even those who lead the trend.

So people began to look for the path that their predecessors had taken. Some people will read the articles of their predecessors and read between the lines to find their own answers. There are also people who will go to the places where their predecessors have been, take a look at the changes in the vicissitudes of life, feel the same but different scenery that their predecessors have felt, and find their own feelings.

But there are also those who are happy to dig graves.

They like to dig up their predecessors and put them in crystal coffins to show all those who have the same confusion, and lo and behold, that is the great thinker, the philosopher, who was once as confused as we are, but who is there now. He is still him, he is not him, he is just a shell that has lost his mind, his life, his soul. Does it matter where we come from, and does it make sense where we're going?

These people also regarded this place as the tomb of an ancestor, and the local government allocated a large amount of money for archaeology. But unfortunately, despite all the careful planning and planning, it can be confusing when it comes to implementation.

A nameless but sacred grave is clearly there, but it can't be dug up. Sometimes, even if you are a little farther away, you can see a bright wooden coffin lying there, but when you walk in, you find nothing. Scientists also came to make fun, and experts also had their own opinions, but they did not have the slightest clue about the excavation of this ancient tomb. Soon, funding dried up, and the government was reluctant to invest its limited funds in a project with no future in sight.

They built an even larger, more sacred sarcophagus on top of the hollowed-out ground.

The curious, the pious, and the colourful gather here to worship at the top of an empty sarcophagus. They have found their own way, they have found their future, they understand their existence, but they don't know that there is nothing in it.

When the sealing circle was forced out of the half-plane by an irresistible force, the wooden coffin of the phantom finally condensed into substance. Thanks to the excavations of these people, Rossi and Attila quickly found the wooden coffin.

The wooden coffin is simple, but it is not ordinary.

It has not decayed for thousands of years, and when the knuckles of the fingers are knocked on the coffin, there is a banging sound. Attila and Rossi forcefully lifted the lid of the coffin, which was not actually heavy, and when a gap formed between the coffin and the coffin lid, a divine and solemn force instantly descended and enveloped the two of them. Attila and Rossi had a look of frenzy, shock, and joy in their eyes.

Even if it is not the top holy relic like "God Said", I am afraid it is not an ordinary product.

The coffin was empty, and there was a one-foot-square package inside, and the gray yellowish white cloth was covered with something black and congealed into lumps, which should have dried up blood.

Attila glanced at Rossi and said, "This should be the shroud of the most powerful popes, only this shroud can isolate the aura of the holy relic and prevent it from leaking out." In order to seal this holy relic, they even dug up the tomb of a pope!"

Today, this approach is a bit of a cover-up, and the obelisk outside is like a light in the dark, and anyone knows there must be something wrong here. In fact, this concept is wrong, because this concept reverses time and space, a thousand years ago, this was a barren land, a group of indigenous monkeys who were beaten by the Eastern Expeditionary Army and cried for their mothers did not understand the meaning of the obelisk, and they even worshipped the obelisk as some kind of totem.

They would never have imagined that in the very center surrounded by these obelisks, there would be such a tomb, and there would be such a coffin in the tomb, and the coffin would hide a holy relic that could shake the world.

Attila carefully took out the shroud that had been taken from the Pope's body and handed it to Rossi, who placed it on the lid of the coffin, and when Attila came out of the coffin, the two began to carefully turn the shroud. The shroud is very hard, after all, after all these years, it is impossible to still be like a new weave. It hasn't been fully opened, but a smile has been revealed, and a golden light rises up into the sky, as if it wants to vent all the brilliance that has been hidden for thousands of years.

This golden light came and went quickly, but it was enough to alarm those who should be alarmed.

On the ground, the map covered his chest with his face and gasped, and the joy of getting the dragon crystal was completely suppressed by the kind of thing that made his soul tremble brought by this golden light. His eyes became confused and dangerous, but he quickly regained his saneness. At this time, the Truth Society, even if it was all added together, was not enough for Attila to clean it up alone, let alone want to snatch the holy relics.

He had a deep unwillingness in his heart, this thing should be the Truth Society, but he could only let the two people from the Holy Light Church take away the thing full of brilliant aura, these shameful robbers, thieves!

Far away in the imperial capital, Herman was writing the bookcase, dealing with the official affairs of the church. He sincerely went to make a deal with the old emperor for the good of this church, for him, he did not betray this church, his purpose was for the better development of the church. Even though many people complained about him in private, he didn't care. As long as the church continues according to the plan he has made, one day, people will understand that he is not a selfish person and will know what he is doing for the whole thing.

But at this moment, the fluctuation of palpitations made him raise his head, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the wall and see the fleeting golden light that shook the universe.

His face was very ugly, he thought that he could use the reason of the holy relic to exile Attila and Rosie, two guys who were enough to affect his authority, but he didn't expect them to succeed, that breath full of divinity, there was absolutely nothing wrong with the holy relic! His face was unpredictable, constantly changing back and forth, and at the end, he sighed, this is all fate. There is no way to stop Rosie, so he is willing to admit defeat.

Rubbing his wrist, a holy white light swirled around his body, taking away the fatigue, and he continued to write his plans and conjectures for the future development of the church.

In the catacombs, the expressions on Attila and Rossi's faces are beyond words, and perhaps the word numbness is a good choice. Before their eyes was a parchment scroll floating in the air, shrouded in golden light, radiating the radiance of divinity, as if someone was whispering in their ears. It was a syllable that had no meaning at all, but it was this syllable that echoed in their minds, and even gave them an explicit, a cognition.

This book, in self-reading, reads aloud the content recorded in the parchment scroll in an unknown language, penetrating the heart, but making people vaguely understand something.

Attila unconsciously reached out to touch the relic, which only existed in the materials, but a soft rejection came from the parchment scroll and dislodged his hand. He was stunned for a moment, looked at his hand, and there was only one thought in his mind - this hand was full of sin and blood, it should not exist in this world, its existence could only bring destruction and destruction, and misfortune!

He reached for his dagger and slashed it at his wrist. The tingling sensation woke him up, and he watched in shock as his dagger sliced into his wrist, which would have been severed if his other hand hadn't grabbed the arm holding the dagger.

"It's a little evil!", Rosie's face was a little gloomy, and he faintly felt a strange feeling from this parchment scroll, as if his body was rejecting this "God Said", as if there was a voice constantly telling him that this thing was a scourge.

Attila's eyes regained clarity, and the wound on his wrist healed quickly under the flow of holy power. His face was not good-looking, and he just wanted to touch it, but he was controlled to cut off his palm, which should not be what a sacred thing should do.

A strange feeling rose in both of their hearts, as if they had released something unusual.