The evening bell rang three times, and before the third time, Vanna was already in the Great Chapel.

Old Bishop Valentine was already waiting here, the venerable old man in black priest's robes, standing silently in front of the icon of the storm goddess Grimona, closing his eyes and praying, when he heard the sound of someone stepping into the sanctuary, and without looking back, he knew it was Vanna.

"Inquisitor Vanna," Valentine said in a deep voice, "the Storm Cathedral has sent an order to summon the listeners. ”

"Directly from the Storm Cathedral?!" Vana was taken aback, and she hurried over to the icon, exposing herself to the glow of the lamp, "Isn't there a new anomaly or anomaly discovered?" ”

"If it's just a new anomaly or anomaly, the bell won't ring three times in a row," Valentine shook his head, "It was the grave keeper over there in the 'burial chamber' who came directly with the news that the body of the Nameless King had moved, and although it was not clear what message he was trying to convey, it seemed to be ...... Yes, the existing list is changing. ”

As he spoke, the old bishop turned his head and looked into Vanna's eyes quietly.

"This time we need to send a listener into the tomb to hear information directly from the body of the Nameless King, the current rotation of the tomb is the Deep Sea Church, and the listener will be chosen from the followers of the Storm Goddess - the specific candidate has not yet been decided, and you and I are on the waiting list."

Vanna froze and calmly asked, "When are we leaving?" ”

"Now," Valentine nodded, motioning for Vana to follow, as he walked behind the statue of the Goddess, and a door depicting many sacred symbols had opened, revealing the deep and long corridor behind it, "The psionic passage is ready." ”

Vanna bowed to the icon of Grimona, then turned to follow the old bishop.

They passed through the door, and through the long corridor, and in the flickering lights, two devout believers reached the deepest part of the ancient church—a special secret room at the end of the corridor.

It was a small room, and unlike the concrete and brick structure of the main body of the church, this small chamber was made entirely of stone, and the walls and roof of the room were stacked with gray and irregular stones, and the floor in the center of the room was a sunken fire pit, in which the crackling flames burned - but there was no fuel in sight at the bottom of the flames, as if the fire had coalesced out of thin air.

Except for the flame in the center of the room, there was no furniture in the whole chamber, only the faint sound of running water from nowhere, and every wall around it seemed wet, and even the floor of the room seemed to be flowing with a small stream of water at any time—it gave the impression that the stone hut was not a room in the cathedral, but a ...... A water-soaked cave located at the bottom of the sea.

This is not the first time that Vanna has been to this chamber - as an "inquisitor" on a par with the bishop in the city-state, she also has the right to use the "psionic passage" here, and this seemingly inconspicuous room is the "port" through which the psionic passage is constructed.

Each city-state's central church has similar facilities, and each church has similar technology—the Storm Goddess's priests use such "water-soaked caverns", and the Grim Reaper's priests construct ways to communicate with each other in the "pale tombs", and these seemingly gloomy and oppressive facilities actually have a magical effect: they can strip the user's spirit and send it into a large, interconnected psionic space, no matter how far apart these city-states may be, no matter how rough the wind and waves of the endless sea may be.

It was a miracle achieved with the blessing of the gods, allowing the branches of the Church to communicate in a timely manner on the vast expanse of the sea, and in even more ancient times, when ocean-going ships were not as reliable as they are now, it was even the only way for many city-states to communicate with each other and confirm each other's survival.

The door of the chamber slowly closed, and the dark and heavy metal door made a dull sound, and the intricate runes on the two doors immediately flew away, entangled and meshed with each other like living creatures, completely sealing the entire room.

Vanna and Valentine stood by the fire pit in the center of the chamber, and they bowed their heads as they gazed at the leaping holy flames, silently chanting the name of the storm goddess Grimna.

The illusory sound of water continued to come from all around, and became louder and louder as the holy name was chanted, and gradually, the sound of the water converged into waves, and even became roaring, and a damp breath filled the room, and in the heavier and heavier damp breath, Vana saw the trickle of the ground suddenly turn into churning waves, and began to rise extremely rapidly.

She stared at the flame in the center of the room, the flame, as always, blazing in the rising waves.

Vanna closed her eyes, calmly allowing the illusory waters to submerge herself completely.

The cold touch quickly dissipated, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw no longer a waterlogged cavern-like rock chamber, but an extremely vast chaotic space—it seemed to be a square, an almost boundless square, quaint and vast, with many magnificent pillars supporting at the end of the line of sight, the tops of which were all fragmented, the tops of which seemed to be shattered and dissipated into the distant sky, and a murky stream of light shrouded the square, and something seemed to be hidden in the depths of that stream, But it is beyond the reach of an extraordinary human eye.

Vanna froze, and she saw that there were already many figures standing in the square—black phantoms with only outlines, and although they couldn't see their faces, she could confirm by the familiar aura of each figure that they were all devout saints of the Storm Goddess—saints from various city-states, as well as from various mobile churches, and even from the Storm Cathedral.

Only "saints" can be alternative "listeners" – because there are "voices" that only powerful saints can listen to while remaining awake.

"It seems that we are the last," a dark shadow approached suddenly, as it was familiar on a daily basis, Fana recognized him as Bishop Valentine before the dark shadow spoke, the old man's tone seemed slightly awkward, "I was the last ...... to be there last meeting"

"Do the saints of the other city-states live in secret rooms......" Vanna muttered, "and every time the news of the summons comes out, they can gather half of them in less than ten minutes......

"Ever since Saint Folsom wrote a 'first' in the register of the assembly hall twenty years ago, they have been competing to arrive early," Valentine shook his head, "Seriously, incomprehensible...... The goddess will not pay extra attention to this because of this. ”

Vanna was noncommittal, and at that moment, a sudden roar suddenly came from the end of the crowd, interrupting her thoughts, as well as the conversation between all the Saint Phantoms.

Vanna and Valentine looked up in unison, and saw that the ground in the center of the square was rising—the old stone bricks that were broken and rippling like water, and in the layers of ripples, there was a behemoth rising rapidly, first with pale spires, then with sloping stone walls and quaint columns.

Almost instantly, the thing was fully in Vanna's field of vision—a massive building made of pale boulders.

It was a daunting "palace", an ancient building built in a long lost history, with a pyramid as the main body and several obelisks and towers around it, no other city-state in the world had such a style, and its low and oppressive atmosphere did not at all look like a building for the living.

It's not so much a palace as a huge mausoleum.

In fact, it was indeed a mausoleum—a mausoleum belonging to some ancient and powerful being.

Like everyone else, Vanna's gaze involuntarily fell on the base of the huge pyramid building, and the door of the mausoleum finally slowly opened under the gaze of countless eyes.

The heavy pale stone door retreated to the sides, and an extremely tall figure slowly walked out of the mausoleum.

It was the tomb keeper of the tomb of the Nameless King.

In Vanna's opinion, it is difficult to say that "he" is still a living human.

His body was wrapped in layers of shrouds, half of which were almost charred black, and the other half of his body was wrapped in heavy runic shackles, some of which even extended directly from his flesh, the ends of which were wrapped in pulsing veins and nerves—the ancient grave keeper was like a terrifying creature of flesh, steel bindings, and death curses, stepping out of the tomb of the Nameless King, Walking with heavy steps, he walked towards the dark shadows gathered in the square.

Although it was not the first time she had seen the "Grave Keeper", Vanna still subconsciously inhaled at this time, feeling some muscle tension.

Then she saw the "grave keeper" walking straight towards her.

The choice has been made.

Without hesitation, the grave keeper passed everyone in the square, until he stopped in front of Vanna, whose shrouded and chained head was exposed only one eye, which looked at her calmly, even though the latter was quite tall, but still a full head taller than her.

"You, you can enter the tomb." The grave keeper spoke, his voice hoarse as if coming from a corpse, and then he raised his right hand, which seemed to be charred by fire, and which held a quill and a roll of parchment.

"Write down what you heard." The grave keeper commanded succinctly.

(Oh yes!) ）

(End of chapter)