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Rosie really didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with Francisco, let alone accompany him out to find a beautiful village girl to discuss the philosophy of collision in depth. He declined Francisco's invitation and returned to his study to continue researching the information.

As he flipped through more and more books and notes, Rosie suddenly seemed to have caught something, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Attila, who was just as sloppy as him, and asked, "Attila, how many denominations did you say the church had in its heyday?"

Attila raised her head and narrowed her eyes, her eyes glazed when she looked at things for a long time. It took a while to refocus, and the world of double shadows in the eyes became one again. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, "According to the oral traditions of our ancestors and the records in these materials, the church used to have seventy or eighty different sects at its peak, among which there were more than ten or twenty sects that were the most famous. He rubbed his face, "What do you want to say?"

Rosie was silent for a long time before his brain gradually adjusted to the operation of the telling, and he looked puzzled, "Why hasn't any sect been handed down to this day?"

In an instant, Attila's hairs stood on end, and a layer of sensation like an electric shock flowed through her body along the tips of her toes, causing goosebumps all over her body. He shuddered, and a rush of urine rushed to the top of his head, making him even turn slightly white.

Yes, there are so many sects, not counting those who are not famous, and not counting those who act in an extreme way, just such as the Cult of the Holy Word, such as the Eternal Sun Sect, these sects were not only powerful at that time, but also very positive in their behavior. Many cardinals have joined these sects, and the divine arts of the Word system have even been passed down as part of the divine sub-system. But what about these sects, and what about their lineage and descendants?

Even if more than 90 percent of the sects have accidents in the process of inheritance, it can't be that all the sects and all of them have accidents, right? But it is absolutely impossible to leave none of these sects like the hundred schools of thought, oh yes, not all of them are gone, at least the heirs of the blood sect of Attila are left. He recalled the previous generations of lineages, who did not seem to speak of the major denominations in the church. In the materials and texts consulted, it seems that these sects all disappeared overnight.

There were so many cardinals, so many apostles, it was impossible for someone to be killed. They represent a great power in their own right, not to mention who would dare to do anything to them with their backs to such a big tree as the Church of Light? So where did they go? Just as these sects rose overnight and disappeared overnight, completely without a trace.

With so many high-ranking apostles lost in the Church, it is impossible for no one to find out what the problem is, and it is impossible for all to be blind, deaf, and stupid.

Where have these people gone?

It's a mystery!

A mystery that can never be solved!

Their eyes met, and then at the same time at the parchment scroll wrapped in the shroud, Rosie swallowed, "Do you want to open it and take a look?"

Attila nodded, "It's good to see, maybe you'll find something." ”

The Shroud was opened again, this time without any alarming sound, and the parchment scroll slowly rose into the air, floating in midair.

Once again, a whispering voice sounded in Rossi's ears, every syllable of this voice was something he had not heard before, and it was something he could not understand, but strangely, this voice seemed to penetrate the bottom of people's hearts, and people vaguely and confusedly knew what the voice was saying. It felt like someone was telling a secret in their own ear, in a very small voice, not very clear, but it was plausible to hear something.

Rosie looked back behind him more than once, and there was nothing but the bookshelf, but the voice lingered in his head.

Damn it!

Rossi glanced at Attila, Attila's eyes widened, and the originally bright eyes lost focus and seemed to fall into a state of unconsciousness, as if consciousness was pulled into a closed world by something and could not be reflected in his body, giving Rossi the illusion that Attila was just a shell at this time.

His heart tightened, and the murmur was full of seduction, as if if he could understand what it was describing if he calmed down. He bit the tip of his tongue, the tingling sensation stimulated his nerves and his senses, and he hurriedly wrapped the parchment scroll in a shroud and tied it tightly in a knot.

Attila shuddered and reacted.

He glared angrily and regretfully, "What are you doing? I almost saw it!"

Rosie was stunned, "What did you see?"

"Of course I saw ......," Attila could not say, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat ran down his forehead, cheeks, chin, and finally from his neck into his clothes. He was sitting here, but just now, just a few seconds ago, he had let himself into another sacred hall, where there was a majestic god who was teaching the oracles some unique divine arts. These magic techniques are extremely powerful, and the destructive power is very strong, he has already heard more than half of them, and he is still one point away from being able to learn this magic technique.

But now, he reacted.

That should be an illusion!

What a hallucination!

Rao is hard-willed and tenacious-willed, and he was also pulled in. What a terrible hallucination, such a real hallucination! He even remembered that when he saw the god, the overwhelming coercion made him breathless, and he couldn't help but bow to the ground, and he couldn't even think of resisting!

He glanced at the Shroud with apprehension, shook his head, and then looked at Rosie strangely, "Haven't you been pulled in?"

"Where did you go in?", Rossi asked.

Attila began to describe what he had experienced in less than a minute......

After listening to Attila's narration, Rosie touched the shaggy stubble on his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "According to you, if you learn the magic taught to you by the gods in the hallucination...... He suddenly raised his head, "Doesn't it mean that you have mastered a sect as well?"

Attila stood up abruptly, took a few steps back and forth, his eyes lit up, he gritted his teeth and said firmly, "I want to try again!"

Rosie hesitated for a long time, but agreed to Attila's request, there were only two of them, and he himself didn't seem to be very affected by this parchment scroll, so there was no way to delve into it, so he could only rely on Attila.

Attila took out his dagger and plunged it into his chest, facing it to his heart, and he said to Rossi very firmly: "If I have some kind of uncontrollable mutation, kill me first." ”

Rosie nodded, and the two opened the parchment again.

Attila relaxed, sank into the whispers of desire.

He came to this magnificent hall again, and he observed everything, not looking at the great god sitting at the end. The palace is simple and unpretentious, but full of dignity and majesty. The pressure on his body became heavier and heavier, and finally he bowed to the ground again uncontrollably, even though he tried his best to control his reason, but he still couldn't resist the voice of God, and gradually went deeper into it.

One magic after another, I don't know how long it took, Attila regained his senses between the spirits, and the surrounding divine envoys and apostles disappeared one by one, and when it was about to be his turn, he suddenly raised his head and asked with all his strength: "Are you a god?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, giving him the feeling of being pricked by needles all over his body.

The huge god sitting upright suddenly laughed, and the laughter was as manic as a thunderstorm, and he couldn't even stand on his feet after a wave of air.

"God, no! This seat is human!"

In the next moment, Attila's eyes darkened, and she returned to consciousness and returned to Greenland's body.

He opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Rosie, who was on guard.