All the churches fell in a short time, round after round of blazing "fireballs" rising from the ground of the city-state, burning the last of Prand's anchor points of reality, and the bells ceased one after another, and in just a few moments, the only thing left of this pearl of the sea was endless ruins and ashes.

Vanna rushed through the burning intersections and streets like a gust of wind to the cathedral that was burning with pillars of fire, and in her vision, the church had changed in a short time - the main building had fallen, the main frame of the thousand-year-old building had melted and collapsed like wax, and the towering wings were only a twisted red-hot skeleton in the blink of an eye. The void leading to the endless abyss, but constantly releasing devastating light and heat.

Red droplets flowed from the rim of the blasphemous chakra—hot lava, or the blood of the blasphemer.

What can you do now? Kill some culprit? Reversing an already overlapping history? Or is it with this strength that he finally proves his faith and loyalty heroically but in vain?

Vanna didn't know, she didn't know what else she could do, but she still instinctively rushed towards the church, and at this moment, a slight distorted green light suddenly appeared in the corner of her eye, as if something flashed in the sea of fire, and then, a majestic and low voice sounded directly in her head: "Go to the Great Bell Tower." ”

The voice came so abruptly that Vanna subconsciously stopped, looking for the direction from which the voice came, or any trace around her that would prove that the ghost captain was staring, only to see a sea of fire, and the molten lava dripping from the blasphemous "sun" that was setting the last inch of the cathedral on fire.

But just then, a voice broke Vanna's momentary hesitation.

She heard the sudden sound of a bell—from the old bell tower at the back of the cathedral.

The bell sounded as loud as if it were about to envelop the whole of Pland again, and the bell tower had been completely burned by the flames, and it was impossible to make any more sounds.

At this moment, Vanna left all the hesitation and scruples in her heart, and rushed towards the direction of the bell tower.

She didn't care what the ghost captain had in mind, or what the consequences would be if she did what they had to do—with all the churches falling in an instant, and the entire city-state burned to the ground, the only path she could take was the bell tower that was still ringing.

She walked through the square in front of the church, where the once assembled defense forces had been wiped out, and in the heat she could see only a myriad of twisted and scrapped steam walkers and steam tanks, and the defenses built by the defenders and city-state guards had been reduced to layers of char and filled with shocking ashes.

She cut through the shadows of the ashes that swarmed at her, and through the main church and the chapel, which had been burned to ruins, and through the wide open courtyard, she saw the bell tower standing high at the end of her vision.

Hot ash falls from the sky, and sparks fly like fireflies.

This reminded her of what she had seen on the other side of the "only curtain" not long ago, and recalled the Prand she had seen destroyed in the fire in 1889.

Pseudo-history overlays the canonical history, and what is behind the curtain replaces the real world before the veil.

But the bell was still ringing.

The door to the upper level of the bell tower had collapsed, and the staircase inside had broken and collapsed, and after confirming this, Vanna gave up the idea of climbing the tower by the normal path, and reached to the foot of the outer wall of the bell tower, looked up and briefly determined the route, then reached out and grabbed the protrusion on the wall and began to climb upward.

The exterior walls had been scorched by flames for a long time, and had been as hot as red-hot iron plates, but the speed at which Vanna had climbed was unaffected, and she almost rolled upside down like a gust of wind, and in a matter of moments she had reached the upper part of the bell tower, and had crossed the mechanical dial that had ceased to work, to the top of the tower where the fire and the great tower were housed.

It was a wide place, sheltered by a four-sided open spire, and beneath the brazier, in addition to the brazier, was a massive machine that used gears and levers as a mechanism for power.

The bell is placed here

Underneath the mechanism, hidden in a resonant cavity.

Vanna jumped to the top of the tower and flipped to the ground.

She glanced back in the direction she had come, and saw the city-state in a sea of fire beneath her feet, hot lava flowing through the streets, leaving a shocking ravine, and she looked down on purgatory from the edge of the city-state, and her eyes were ruined.

Then she looked back at the chime, which had lost its power but was still in motion.

A figure...... Or rather, a mass of coke barely holding the silhouette of a human being, clinging to the lever next to the bell mechanism, pushing the heavy gears with human power to continue to turn.

Vanna subconsciously stepped forward, the char as if sensing her approach, he slowly raised his head, turned his face, and stared at the young inquisitor who appeared at the top of the tower with a pair of human eyes.

"Hold on...... Bell Tower"

The charcoal said hoarsely, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, his completely carbonized body torn apart, and the red fire marks gradually extinguished between the remains of the residual heat.

A storm emblem symbolizing the Church of the Deep Sea rolls from the char to the ground.

The last bell of Poland finally stopped.

"Archbishop!"

Recognizing the clear eyes, Vanna rushed forward to save the pile of ashes or re-push the stopped chiming mechanism, but as soon as she took a step, a sudden force of pressure stopped her.

Vanna stopped abruptly, turned her head to look in the direction from which the powerful oppressive force came, and a tall, thin figure dressed in tattered gray robes, covered in a shriveled body, like an ascetic, was standing quietly on the edge of the high platform.

The Ascetic looked at Vana with compassion, and behind him in the sky was a dark sun dripping with blazing molten slurry and a ring of blinding light.

The figure appeared there at some point, and his arrival was so silent that Vana didn't even notice it—as if he had been standing on the tower from the beginning, from a long, long time ago, before the fire even started.

"You struggled as hard as you could, kid, all of you struggled as hard as you could, even several times longer than expected, but there was no point in procrastination and perseverance...... No one will come to your rescue, and in this closed loop of history, no reinforcements are destined to reach the ...... of Plender before the history is corrected."

The thin black shadow said slowly, he raised his hand slightly, his bone-like arm seemed to float in the light of the dark sun, "Now, embrace this new future, O child born from the ashes...... Your survival and return have not changed anything. ”

Vanna was silent, but silently removed the greatsword from her back.

"Oh, the negotiations are broken......" The last preacher saw Vanna's actions, but his face was still compassionate and flat, "Of course you can easily kill me, but it is pointless...... The children of the sun are ready for the coming, and as for me, I am only a witness to this last hour, and I will witness it now, and I will witness it on another day, and you ...... Do you see the sun?"

Vanna raised her gaze slightly, her gaze beyond the figure of the Last Preacher, and finally noticed that something seemed to be beating slowly in the darkness deep in the blasphemous sun wheel, like an embryo in the making, a heart that was gradually resurrecting.

A strange palpitation suddenly welled up in my heart.

She finally realized that the powerful oppressive force that had suddenly descended just now did not come from the emaciated and weak Elder Missionary in front of her—but a round of black sun behind him.

Something is waking up in the depths of the sun!

"There have been many twists and turns in this plan, and a force that has never been able to see has interfered with our revision of history again and again," the preacher, with a compassionate face, stared quietly into Vanna's eyes, and the noise was low, as if with some kind of demagogy, "and the disturbance it brought made some eyes that should not have been open to see the truth...... You're actually just a little bit away from revealing the whole truth, really, just a little bit away, but that's how fate is. ”

"Child, fate is so unreasonable."

He sighed with pity, walked slowly forward, came to Vanna, who was still standing firmly, and said, as if reading some truth: "But blessed are you, you have risen from the dead, and you will live."

And when you come back to death, you receive the highest blessing...... There is a chance to embrace it all. ”

Vanna clenched the hilt of her sword, and for the first time in her life, she was motivated by such a strong hatred rather than justice or duty, but at the last second before raising her sword, her movements were suddenly interrupted by a stream of flames burning out of thin air at the edge of the high platform.

A dark green flame door suddenly appeared behind the last preacher, and a tall and majestic figure shrouded in spirit flames stepped out of it.

The Last Preacher, unaware of the door behind him, opened his hands to Vana and proclaimed like a prophet preaching before the final judgment: "Do not resist, blessed child, for as you can see, times have changed. ”

He stopped suddenly.

An unspeakable fear crept into his chaotic mind, a chaotic noise that seemed to originate directly from subspace mingled into the burning fire of Purander, and the madman hurried to turn back, but before that, a hand was gently resting on his shoulder.

"Change back."

A calm voice said.