Mellen's dream continues.

And he was horrified to find that with the tightening of the snake in the dream, the speed of the life force in his body began to pass faster and faster!

At the same time, his already slow thinking was also blurred, and his body was getting weaker and weaker.

As if he had accidentally slipped into a terrifying abyss, the fierce sense of suspension became stronger and stronger with the sense of crisis.

But because of the darkness around him, he had no idea when he would fall to the ground with a thud and fall apart!

This may just be an illusion, as if a person dreams of a ghost or is being hunted and can clearly feel that his personal safety is threatened, but in fact there is no such thing at all.

It's just that even if it's an illusion, it's a lifelike illusion.

Mellen was so terrified that she desperately wanted to escape from it all, but she couldn't.

So an inexplicable grief and indignation emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him feel annoyed and humiliated, and he tried his best to resist, but he couldn't resist because he had nowhere to do it.

Emotions continue to accumulate, and the depression becomes more and more serious.

Suddenly, it was as if someone was saying something to him, but the voice was extremely weak.

Seemingly, asking what he wants to say?

Say what?

Say what......

Say—

"I don't think so!

”

……

The black-haired boy sat up from the bed with a frightened face and a fast heartbeat.

However, when he saw the brightly lit bedroom room around him, he quickly exhaled.

"It was just a dream......

While muttering like this, he suddenly saw a pit viper with beautiful black scales at the foot of the bed, coiling lazily at his feet, in an elegant posture, his eyes closed.

It seems that after eating, he is taking advantage of his slumber to digest nutrients.

And Melen herself, however, can vaguely feel a sense of prostration, which is constantly being quickly compensated for by the intrusion of those mysterious substances in the outside world......

He froze.

……

At the same time, it was transformed from an old and dilapidated church into an elegant and magnificent white church.

Under the nervous gaze of a large number of men in black, a "metal" typewriter made of woven wooden stakes and sprouts was completely born, and began to type automatically slowly but firmly.

Unfortunately, because of the distance, they couldn't see what the words were at all, and they could only faintly hear a sound of typing.

The only one who can see clearly is the gray-robed old man who is the leader.

Kneeling in front of the mysterious typewriter, he stared at the typewriter and slowly spit out a note, trembling with excitement.

It's just that when he read this line clearly, the expression on his face was stunned.

Because he couldn't understand what this line of square-like line text was expressing!

That's pretty amazing.

He lived to be more than 180 years old, and he was able to use at least 30 languages, and even more that he was unfamiliar with.

From some ancient scripts that have long been lost in history, to some small languages that are not commonly used in remote island kingdoms.

and even some rare symbols used by magical animals with intelligence to communicate......

It can be said that in terms of language, there is basically nothing in this world that he can't recognize!

But now ......

When the typewriter finished running, the gray-robed old man gently pulled out the note.

After memorizing the text, he carefully put it away, and then sat there on his knees, lost in thought.

Behind him were many black-robed people who were waiting patiently.

Because they were generally wearing masks, they couldn't see their expressions clearly, but judging from the excited and trembling figures, they obviously had great expectations for this.

However, although time kept passing, waiting and waiting, I didn't see the gray-robed old man speak.

He just sat there on his knees, bowing his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Bishop Luca."

Finally, a man in black couldn't help but speak.

"Destiny's Child in the end...... What exactly is revealed? ”

"A big secret."

The emaciated old man replied in a deep voice.

"Where?" Another man in black asked excitedly.

"I'm still thinking about it."

The old man shook his head and said, "Her words were recorded in an unknown language that I had never seen before, and although they were brief, I was not sure that I would be able to decipher them. ”

These words made the black-clothed people in the cathedral look at each other, and they all seemed to be a little at a loss.

"Will we ever have a chance to hear her revelations?" A man in black asked nervously.

"Of course."

The old man replied without hesitation.

"Since she has responded to us, her arrival is an indisputable fact. It's just that in order to contact her again, we need a higher level sacrifice than this one. ”

"Do you have a goal?"

"The gods of cold and death in the land of eternal night are on the verge of revival."

The old man said, "Find it, awaken it, imprison it, sacrifice it to our children of destiny." ”

"But it's the territory of the church, and we may not be able to infiltrate it in a short time......"

"Granny Caesar, Deputy Commander of the Holy Cult Army, Hand of God of the Church, is dead and on the verge of death."

The old man responded, "He is looking forward to a miracle that will save his life." ”

"The child of destiny is a miracle."

"So, contact Him, go and spread the light of truth to Him. If he doesn't want to die, he'll be one of us. ”

"But whether he can win the favor of the child of destiny depends on his luck......"

As he said this, he noticed that the bright and magnificent white churches around him had begun to fade and change to their old and rotten appearance.

This made the old man sigh, but he also knew that there were some gifts that he couldn't ask for.

After bowing reverently to the typewriter, which had also been "degenerated" into a stake, he rose instead and walked out of the church.

The black-clothed people gathered here also followed one by one, looking excited, not feeling annoyed at all because they couldn't figure out the announcement of the Destiny Child.

Because what is preached is not really the most important thing.

Most importantly, through this ritual, they have thoroughly confirmed the existence of the Child of Destiny.

She has come into the world!

Now that we know this, do other questions matter?

It doesn't matter at all!

"The laity who say we're crazy and stupid should know by now who the real fools are."

Some of the people in black were talking excitedly because of this, and it seemed that they couldn't wait to see the faces of outsiders at this time.

However, as soon as they walked out of the church, the excitement instantly subsided, and one by one, their eyes became wary and sharp.

Because at this moment, there are a large number of wizards surrounding the church square and even in the air.

The number of people is dense, like a group of sharks that smell blood and rush greedily!