There's nothing wrong with your own induction.

After all, only that adult could wield her power.

The girl walked straight to the sarcophagus.

The crystal-like low-top holy boots made a crisp sound when they stepped on the floor of the secret room, and the silk scarf tied around her white ankles fluttered leisurely as she moved.

Eventually, the girl stopped right in front of the sarcophagus.

She took off her gloves, and her hands were as smooth and delicate as jade, in stark contrast to the crumbled sarcophagus that had accumulated a layer of charred embers after the fire.

But the girl didn't seem to realize this at all, and even more ignored the dust on it, and directly put her hands on the sarcophagus, lowered her head and stroked it gently.

Under this scene, the three nuns in the back resisted the idea of opening their mouths to remind the goddess.

After all, in their opinion, the goddess is holy and immaculate, how can she touch such a dirty thing casually? I took off my gloves!

However.

If this scene only made Maria and the others feel uncomfortable, then the next scene that followed was enough to make the three nuns exclaim.

Because, only seeing it, it seems that stroking is not enough.

Far from enough.

The girl's figure flashed, and the next picture was that she lay her whole body in this sarcophagus.

"Lady Goddess!!"

At this moment, Maria, as the archbishop, was completely unbearable.

The thought that their most holy and noble goddess had now attached her entire body to such a filthy and mutilated broken sarcophagus, Maria felt as if she had been crawled with ants.

The archbishop stepped forward quickly, trying to stop the goddess's actions.

Sometimes it is like this to be someone else's faith, and you must maintain a good image in front of the public.

And the girl has been like this for hundreds of years.

She gave hope to the refugees.

She shows the way for the lost.

She brings joy to people.

She became the faith of the people.

But today.

This time...

The girl lying in the sarcophagus no longer exudes that holy brilliance, but merges with the darkness in the sarcophagus.

The eyes as clear and transparent as sapphires, at the moment when Maria moved, at this moment...

Transformed into Crimson.

Airplanes!

Outside the sarcophagus, Archbishop Maria's figure stopped abruptly, her face showed a look of pain, Maria opened her mouth as if she wanted to call for help, but she didn't make a sound, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, choking her neck.

The two nuns who followed behind noticed Maria's strange appearance and hurried to step forward, but the cross on their chests flickered at this time, and this time, the light was no longer on their side, but fixed them in place, unable to move in the slightest.

Distractions are ruled out.

Finally.

The girl in the sarcophagus can enjoy it to the fullest.

She wriggled her wonderful body, as if the place where she was lying was not a cold and stiff sarcophagus, but some kind of incomparably soft and comfortable bed.

Girlish...

No.

Scivetia, who was squirming in the sarcophagus, took a deep breath at the sarcophagus.

Suddenly, a little pink appeared on her snow-white skin, and a kind of intoxication and indulgence appeared on her noble face, which was originally a goddess.

That's right.

This breath... This breath!

The girl gasped.

Sciutia took a few more hard and hard puffs.

The proud mind under the holy garment is swaying with the violent ups and downs.

Familiar smells, familiar feelings, familiar tastes...

There can be no mistake.

This is...

Lord Ash!

Her Ashes!

Sthetia's body trembling in the sarcophagus, her eyes full of mist in her ice crystal-like eyes, the girl stretched out a hand and swiped lightly across every wall of the sarcophagus, as if caressing the person who had once been lying in the sarcophagus.

"Five hundred years..."

"Five hundred years, Lord Ash... You, you're finally..."

"I knew you were still here, I knew you were going to be back... Lord Ash... Lord Ash..."

The girl in the sarcophagus kept muttering faster and faster.

And the three nuns outside the sarcophagus, although their bodies are imprisoned, but their senses are still there, they heard the murmur from the girl in the sarcophagus, all of them were panicked, and there was a strong sense of strangeness, which... Is it really still their goddess?

Fortunately, the sarcophagus is not transparent, otherwise if Maria saw it, the girl's series of twisted movements in the coffin would definitely completely collapse her faith and think that the world was crazy.

But.

Even the sound is getting more and more wrong.

"You... Why, why did she suddenly disappear, was there something wrong with Sthetia? Did Sthetia make you angry? ”

"Why... Why abandon us, why let Sthetia endure five hundred years of torment, why... Why!!! ”

In the silence of the three nuns, in the silent chamber, the voice of the girl from inside the sarcophagus began to grow more frantic and sharper.

Eventually, it quickly evolved into a sickly laugh that was completely unfamiliar to Maria, as the archbishop, and even gave birth to a kind of fear and chill in her heart.

"Heh... Hehe... Hehehe..."

"I see... It must be you, Lord Ash, to avoid those four, right? ”

"Let them think you're gone, so you can be with me, with Sthetia forever, and no one will ever get between us..."

The girl's voice is still so crisp and ethereal.

She was excited and happy, like a little girl who was about to open the window and bring home her favorite toy.

Sythea in the sarcophagus had a smile on her lips, it was a happy smile.

Her eyes are full of anticipation for a better future.

In her eyes...

Filled with crazy blood red.

"Lord Ash, you... Rest assured! This time, Sthetia will never leave you again, let alone let you go again, I will keep you by my side forever, so that you belong to Sthetia alone..."

"This time, no one can take you away from me again, including... Lord Ash, yourself..."

"Let's always, forever, stay together, huh... Hehe... Hehehehe..."

The girl's hair was originally sea blue, and her hair turned dark red.

The holy boots at her feet turned into blood-red heels with barbs, the religious hood on her head turned into a crown of thorns, and her all-white holy dress was quickly dyed to a darkest black at this moment.

A strong turbidity pollution erupted from the sarcophagus, and the space of the entire secret room seemed to be distorted by this, and the three nuns who were doomers were under the impact, and the two nuns who were slightly less powerful in the back passed out directly, and Maria, who was the archbishop, was still barely supporting, but soon her facial features were bleeding and fell to the ground.

Good times are always short-lived.

The girl's body is still thousands of miles away, in the "confessional room" of the Holy Cathedral, and the current Sxiutia is just a light and shadow clone that uses the cultists as a medium to temporarily project.

This doppelganger has begun to crumble,

I can't stand her strength anymore.

The reluctant girl got up from the sarcophagus.

For the three of her own believers who fell on the floor of the secret room, Sthetia didn't even glance at it.

She looked at the exit of the chamber.

That was exactly the direction Liao Ji and Irene had left.

The girl really wanted to chase her out immediately, but she didn't want to, let Lord Ash see her so unbearable at the moment, she... Be sure to appear in front of Lord Ash in the most perfect posture.

So... Not yet.

She still needs to do some preparation.

Of course, it won't be for long.

Soon... Soon they will be able to see each other again.

Please wait a little longer, Lord Ash....

Sthetia suppressed her inner desires and impulses.

The girl reached for the back of her neck.

Underneath the dark red that filled the surroundings, one could see that at the back of Sythea's neck, there was a brand coat of arms that had completely dimmed, and had been worn apart by the long river of time.

This seems to be the most precious thing for a girl.

And this time she.

I will no longer let "them" share this precious thing with themselves.

After all...

"Lord Ash's pact... Only, and only Sthetia is allowed to have it! ”

With the corners of the mouth raised.

Blood-red heels with a brisk pace.

In the blurred vision of Archbishop Maria, who had fallen to the ground, she saw that the "goddess" finally came towards her, but the "goddess" did not help her to the ground, but put her hand on her head.

"Thank you all these years, Maria."

"So, get some sleep."

“... Good night. ”