The pollution of subspace doesn't subside on its own, just as justice doesn't vend itself—after so many years of battling the distorted shadows of the world's depths, Vana knows it all too well.

If this church had been polluted by subspace, and the nuns on duty in the church had been corrupted by the contamination, then what invaded here in the first place would not have died out on its own.

Considering the eerie 'remnants' of nuns in the main hall of teaching and the atmosphere that the entire sixth block was not quite right, the door of the underground hall obviously failed to stop the intruders here, so where did the invading subspace forces go now?

Vanna raised the lamp in her hand, and the whale grease containing divine power burned silently in the lamp, and wherever the glow shone, everything in the underground sanctuary came into her eyes, and the sharp blades and bullet traces that spread all over the walls were like words carved over and over again in a locked time and space, calmly telling her some secrets.

Writing?

Vanna frowned suddenly, as if there was a flash of lightning in her heart.

If the nun who died in battle in the underground sanctuary had foreseen her fate when the door was closed, would she have tried to leave some kind of record in some way to warn future investigators?

This is the response of a trained clergyman!

"Check this place again," she snapped her head up and commanded the warriors beside her, "all the marks, the sword slashes, the bullet marks, the bloodstains, all of them - there's a good chance this sister left some kind of message before she died!"

"Yes!"

The Guardians sprang into action, each with their own lanterns in hand, and began a more detailed and targeted search of the subterranean sanctuary that had already been inspected.

Vanna herself was certainly not idle, and after realizing that the fallen nun might have left a message on her deathbed, she returned to the place where the other person had died, to the entrance to the underground sanctuary, and carefully examined the ground and walls near the gate.

She had smashed the door of the Sanctuary just now, but she was sure that there would be no message on it, because the door of the Sanctuary was part of a sealed seal, and the door was engraved with the sacred symbol of the Goddess, and leaving marks on it would weaken the protection of the Sanctuary, which the nun would not do.

The nun, sword in hand, still fell silently to the ground, blood that had not yet coagulated slowly draining beneath her.

Vanna crouched down beside the other person's body, carefully examining the nun's body, and then guessing her position and position at the time of her death based on the angle from which the nun had fallen when she had broken through the door, she bent down at the most likely angle, and broke the nun's clenched hand to check the state of the long sword.

Suddenly, her movements stopped.

Vanna's gaze fell on the ground next to the nun,

There were a series of sword marks, which at first glance looked like messy depictions, as if they had been scratched on the ground by a dying person's unsteady sword.

In previous inspections, Vana and her men had ignored these things, but this time, the young Inquisitor finally realized that the seemingly messy scratches were in fact 'messages' that had been badly out of shape and then repeatedly sculpted.

Over here. She raised her head and shouted to the old guards who were searching around, then lowered her gaze, carefully scanning the information in the sword marks.

After watching it for a long time, she saw a few words from it:

“1885。”

It was just a string of numbers.

The guards had gathered, and they were standing beside Fanna, and they could also distinguish the string of numbers from the sword marks, and the short-bearded guardian at the head obviously did not understand the meaning of the string of characters, and he looked at his commander in confusion: "Inquisitor, this string of numbers...... Inquisitor? ”

He saw the look of astonishment on Vanna's face, whose eyes widened the moment he saw the string of numbers, as if thunder had burst in his heart, so that the inquisitor, who had always been calm and calm in front of his subordinates, could not control his expression.

Vana woke up to the screams of her subordinates, and she inhaled sharply, feeling her heart pound, and the memories of rummaging through the archives alone came to her, recalling the strange records of heretical cults, the archives from 1889 onwards, and the missing records of 1885.

All these memories were finally focused on the underground sanctuary, on the messy sword marks in front of her eyes: 1885.

"It was 1885... On her deathbed, she reminds us that she actually died in 1885! ”

Vanna muttered softly to herself, but the guards around her looked at each other, one of them frowning, "But why is she emphasizing this?" ”

The young inquisitor was confused, and a large number of clues had emerged, and it seemed as if they were about to be faintly melted together, but a huge chasm appeared in the middle, and she could not fully connect her thoughts.

If the nun left a number to illustrate the year of her death, then this year must have a special meaning, and this year hides the 'warning' she wants to convey, but what kind of warning is it that will have a 'strong association' with the year 1885?

Was it the nun who saw something on her deathbed? She had foreseen it

Will the 1885 records disappear from the cathedral's archives? Or does she know why this record is gone?

Unfortunately, the truth has disappeared into the years with the cold blood, and the moment the door of the underground sanctuary closes, the secret that the nun knows is destined to be unknown, and the only thing she has passed on to Vana with her life across time and space is this incomprehensible number.

Vanna looked up and saw that the guards in her group were focusing on her, several of them not only attentive but also cautious.

"I've been to the Cathedral Archives once," she said to her men, gathering her thoughts, "and in the Archives, the 1885 material is somehow gone, and now it seems that the year is definitely ......"

She stopped suddenly. ~~

For some reason, the images of rummaging through the archives came to her mind again, as if there was another force constantly reminding her, making her repeatedly recall the memories of walking among the huge bookshelves, and between these memories, she suddenly heard the soft sound of the waves.

Vanna's eyes widened slowly.

She still hadn't been able to recall anything other than consulting the archives alone, but she had realized that something might be wrong with her memories in the archives, that her spiritual gifts were warning her, and that the goddess was warning her!

"Back to the cathedral," she said abruptly to her men, "I'm going to the Archives!" ”

The guards looked at each other, wondering for a moment why the Inquisitor was so nervous and serious, but they soon stopped hesitating and immediately took orders.

And just as the guards were about to leave, one of them looked down at the ground next to him, but suddenly let out an exclamation and disappeared!

Vanna immediately followed the voice, a faint shade of dark green reflected in her eyes.

Her breath instantly chambered.

On the ground, the traces carved by the nun before her death were gradually disappearing, like pencil words on paper that had been erased by an eraser, and where the sword marks disappeared, there were constantly jumping faint green fires that were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye......

Vanna is all too familiar with this dark green spark!

It was the owner of this flame who led her to this church!

At this moment, endless conjectures came to her mind, some about the Lost Land, some about Captain Ghost, and even more about subspace and the number '1885', but none of them matched.

No one could explain what role the ghost captain was playing, and Vana couldn't figure out why the flames were erasing the trail in her presence at this point, but she knew one thing was not to stay long, and she had to return to the cathedral immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the traces on the ground had disappeared, and the faint green fire that came from nowhere gradually disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

"Don't go near this ground, be careful that the flames are still spreading beyond the visible eye," Vanna reminded her men, "Now the second team of people who scattered this church will stay outside the church, set up a sealed mirror in place and wait for orders, and the others will follow me back to the cathedral." ”

The Guardians said in unison, "Yes!" ”

Vanna nodded, then thought for a moment, and then ordered, "Also, go and notify the standby forces in the nearby neighborhood to block off the entire sixth block." ”

In the main hall of the chapel, Vanna led the guards through it.

One of the guards subconsciously glanced in the direction of the statue of the Sacred Maiden, and suddenly exclaimed, "The 'nun' who prayed is also gone!" ”