The walls of the monastery were in sight, but the nun's robes were nowhere to be seen.

Looking through the crack in the door, the stone walls have become lifeless, the narrow eaves have been verandah, the windows with iron rods inlaid with iron rods, and the rotten wooden doors...... If it weren't for the fact that the cross still stands on the spire, I'm afraid no one would think that this is a church.

In the overgrown yard, human skeletons are scattered horizontally and vertically.

Susa blinked her eyes a few times, drew a cross on her chest with her right hand half-truthfully, and sighed and said:

"What a tragedy, may their spirits rest in peace, Amen......"

Then, she grabbed Nance and was about to rush in with gusto.

"Let's go in and see ......"

Entering the wooden door of the monastery, he was kicked down.

The moment Nance stepped into it, an illusory cascading prayer suddenly sounded in his ears.

- I have the dead, and I let them go.

- I was surprised to find out that they were not as rumored to be.

- They died so certainly, so peacefully, so happily.

In a daze, Nance woke up from the Requiem and knew that it was the voice of the nun he had just seen.

"Hurry up!" Susa shouted ahead.

That's when Nance moved back on.

Most of the buildings of this monastery are made of stone, giving it a cold and hard feeling.

Whether it's the walls, windowsills, or eaves, everything is smooth and straight, like a prison for prisoners......

Having said that, a building can only be considered a building if it is inactive, and a building without human activity will be in ruins. The church of this monastery has survived hundreds of years of wind and rain, and the ruins are certainly not counted...... It's almost as good as a relic.

Before entering the church, Nance and Susa circled the outside.

On the mottled wall, you can still vaguely see the appearance of a mural, although the color is off, but the general appearance can still be distinguished.

Religion is at the forefront of life, providing people with the means to live and live in a truly theocratic age, as the murals show: under the blazing sky, a few haggard but full of life trees, shaking the branches and leaves of the green trees, intertwined with the carved foliage of the immovable church building.

Every morning and evening, residents come here to ask questions among the flowers and treetops in the garden, breathe in the coolness, and sing evening prayers.

They have been here for decades to watch Mass and listen to sermons.

In addition to prayer to God, he dedicates his savings with the ability to think for himself.

In each fresco, the nuns are never absent and they dedicate their lives to it.

How many of these nuns were voluntary and some of them were forced...... Thinking about things, Nance gradually came to the old and huge Gothic church.

The smooth stone walls resemble the iron walls of bronze, like the manifestation of God's cold truth.

Such a solid structure is too powerful for humans to resist.

Gaps in the door.

Something flashed by.

Color, pattern, freshness.

The dark brown stone building is dyed with a bit of bright color.

"Eh!" Susa waved her hand in front of Nance, "What's the matter with you?" In a trance, did you hit a ghost? ”

Nance looked at the heavy door in front of him and muttered, "I have a hunch that when I push the door open, I will see an angel." ”

"Angels?" Susa was stunned for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders boringly, "Angels don't hurt people, even if they do, it doesn't matter." ”

"What if she becomes a fallen angel?"

“…… I suddenly remembered that I still have something to talk to Sister Qingxian, so you can stay here and explore slowly. ”

Although she said that she was going to run away, and her eyes were also vigilant around, Miss Su finally showed a little righteousness at the critical moment, and she didn't really leave Nance and run away.

Nance took another serious look at the building in front of him.

The sturdy façade looked like a monolithic piece of black and grey from the outside, supported by huge buttresses at intervals. The central nave and its two wings are lit only by rose-shaped windows inlaid with stained glass.

The rose windows are extremely artistically suspended above the church doors, and the lavishly trimmed shape is unique to the so-called Gothic culture.

It's really an artistic prison...... Nance stretched out her hand with emotion.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and the long hallway stretched straight ahead.

The interior of the church is dark and mysterious, the air is cloudy, the dust floats, and it has been abandoned for many years.

Right now.

Inside the church, the sound of singing psalms can be heard, ethereal and neat, straight to the bottom of the heart.

At the same time, the heavy clouds in the sky moved, and the sun was half-obscured and half revealed, shedding a soft and bright light.

It was light, like a light, and the sound sounded like a feather falling......

"What are you doing?"

What a delicate and crisp sound...... Susa couldn't help but admire.

The angel stood right before him.

Her hair is straight and black, and her skin is as smooth as porcelain.

The big eyes glowed softly.

Adorning those eyes were long, shiny black eyelashes.

This is a beautiful girl that even women fall in love with.

Angels are originally neutral and holy creatures, and it seems reasonable that they can attract women...... Susa smiled, and couldn't help but raise her foot to lean over, "This sister, your name is ...... Alas! ”

She glared back at Nance, who was tugging at her arm.

"Don't move." Nance reminded.

Miss Su snorted.

She put on a grim face and turned her head away, not looking at him.

Just now, this guy gave her a long wet kiss while she was in a daze, and she is still angry.

Nance ignored her and said to the girl, "Hello, we are lost travelers. ”

In the dim light, the girl was dressed in a white robe, like an angel floating there.

Hearing him speak, she smiled softly, "Please come with me." ”

With that, she turned and walked down the aisle to the church's altar.

Her slender body, shrouded in white robes, though she hadn't hugged it yet, made Nance feel very kind.

It wasn't because of a beautiful woman, of course, that he felt kind, but from her voice he recognized the perfect face and her youthful flesh—the picture he had seen in Sister Rena's room, Sister Rena of her girlhood.

He dragged Susa into the darkness.

Unlike the demons that everyone can become, the divine envoys are born with them, and if they don't have them, they won't exist again.

Every time an angel falls, a new oracle is born.

Strictly speaking, each oracle corresponds to the lineage of a certain angel, and it does not come out of nowhere.

Although there was no evidence yet, Nance had already equated the young girl with Sister Rena.

In the hallway, the shadow peered into the church with a piercing sight, her perception so sharp that it could penetrate even the solid walls and stone floors.

The pillars that support the dome are full of strange decorations and contain many strange writings.

A red pleated curtain hangs from the wooden fence in front of the choir, and when the curtain is closed, the front area does not see the altar behind it. A number of pillars separate the wooden fence at equal distances, supporting the pulpit and organ within the wooden fence. This part of the building is integrated with the decoration of the church, with carved columns visible on the outside of the wooden grille, which are supported by the beams and columns of the central nave.

If any curious person is brave enough to cross the choir area, they will be able to peek into the altar behind the red curtain.

"Nance, there's a weird ......"

Shadow whispered to Nance.

"The Church is monotheistic and does not admit that the power of anything can compete with God, so there will be no picture of worshipping the rest of the gods. Look at the carved thing in the pillars, it's the Kabbalah Tree of Life...... Over there, it wasn't Beelzebub, it was the sun god of Phoenician mythology...... And the uncle with the trident over there is Poseidon, the god of the sea in Greek mythology. ”

Nance was listening when the voice of the shadow suddenly disappeared.

The space became quieter.

Suddenly, the muscles in Nance's face contracted.

- Sight.

She noticed it.

Nance was covered in goosebumps, and her vision slowly lifted.

The girl stood facing him.

"Child, please don't listen to slander, those are just demons." In a slender voice, she said to Nance, "God is all-powerful, the perfect Creator, the only true God in the world." ”

Nance frowned and said, "The creator must be perfect, and therefore the demon must also be created by God. ”

"Goo~"

Doraa pecked his ear in displeasure.

In Eagle Eagle's view, the queen is omnipotent, not created by God at all.

The girl on the other side smiled innocently: "That's right. ”

"If the devil is not created by God, then God is not perfect." Nance continued, "In doctrine, even evil can only exist within the limits of God's permission. Demons were created only to complement God's love and omnipotence, to legitimize the good. In other words, the devil is allowed to inhabit this world only because it has been given the task of a preacher, because it is able to justify the existence of God. ”

The girl said in her usual innocent tone: "What an interesting remark," she said. ”

Her voice is immature and still pure, and it is still a pure girlish voice.

Finely carved facial features, watery pupils, fair and delicate skin...... No matter in terms of temperament and appearance, she is a living little angel.

"Please come with me."

The girl turned, like a walk on the clouds, and walked lightly behind the curtain.

Long octagonal windows inlaid with stained glass.

The vaulted ceiling hangs from a huge candle chandelier, a large friezzle on the front, and an altar called the altar at the back, which is entirely an altar, with an altar in front and a cross in the back.

What was offered on the altar was not a sacred incense, not a flower, but another naked maiden.

Beside the sleeping girl, there are many books, each of which is clearly presented on the cover.

In addition to this, Nance also noticed that the pillars around the altar were carved with many female images.

Although they are not clearly recognizable, judging from the composition and meaning, most of them are some legendary goddesses, and the only one he can accurately identify is Nuwa, after all, the way Nuwa Niangniang pinched the mud is too easy to recognize.

The girl noticed Nance's eyes and asked softly, "It's incredible, isn't it?" ”

Nance nodded silently.

"All the rules of this monastery have remained strict from the time of the Reformation to the present day." The girl's expression was undiminished and cute, and she said lightly: "In monotheism, the creator is the only god, so the existence of the goddess has been abolished. Even the attributes of abundance, love, and birth, which have been in charge of women since ancient times, have been taken away by God. But here, there are so many images of female deities, I say they are demons, do you believe them? ”

Nance shook his head silently.

Doragu also shook his head, and the shadow also pouted secretly, only Susa nodded directly: "Believe, you don't look like a liar, of course I believe you." ”

At this time, Secretary Su was already confused by the illusion.

The terrible thing about this illusion is that if you can't guess the girl's mind, you will never be able to come to your senses.

Doraa cooaned unbelievably because in his heart the queen is omnipotent;

Miss Shadow doesn't believe it because she has an invincible keen heart that can penetrate the truth of things;

Nance didn't believe it because he found a book called The Witch's Hammer from the books on the altar.

Written by two monks and inquisitors in the 15th century, this book details how to identify witches.

This book, as a basis for witch hunts, intensified the witch hunt, and is one of the black histories that the Holy See is trying to cover up, and it will never be allowed to appear in a place like a monastery.

In addition to this one, there are a bunch of books like "The Key of Solomon", "The Book of Honnolius", "Genesis", "The Book of Radiance", and "The Revelation of the Mystic" and other books that can be related to the Holy See.

"Sir, you are not a devout believer." The girl smiled in a clear and pleasant voice, "According to the teachings, I will judge you. ”

The wings of holiness spread out from behind her.

- Two pairs!

The scene in Nance's eyes changed suddenly.

The sky became dark and deep, and the light suddenly dimmed.

The fog was deposited in mid-air, and the crimson moonlight penetrated through the clouds into the Holy See, making people feel awe and unease from the bottom of their hearts.

"Wow!"

Susa shuddered.

"Goo!"

Doracoo enters a predatory state.

The girl's watery eyes widened, and her bud-like lips trembled slightly.

Pitch-black hair swaying.

Her solemn expression was like that of an angel on judgment.

But it's not.

- She's a witch.

Or the fallen angels.

This girl with the face of an angel is more suitable than anyone else for the role of a fallen angel.

The more beautiful and pure it is, the more the divinity will be transformed into demonic nature, and the stronger and stronger it will be.

The four-winged angel stood right in front of him.

Straight black hair, delicate skin like light snow.

In the big eyes, Nance's face was reflected, and the expression was not panicked, but there was some pity.

What did he think?

There was a hint of anticipation in the girl's holy expression.

"To outsiders, monasteries are places where people can cultivate themselves perfectly. It can iron out the most painful thoughts, relieve the most intense pain, and prepare a soft bed for the suffering of life. ”

The girl did not stop the trial.

A polished holy sword floated upwards from her chest, the hilt of which was held in her small palm.

"But do the nuns, really want to know the greatness of the God they serve with all their devotion?"

The girl didn't say anything.

The holy sword sliced through the air and slashed down with an unrivaled light.

- Judgment comes.

"The Holy See claims to be spotless, attracting women from every corner of the world to become the embodiment of holiness. These lovely girls, leaving behind all the worries of life, committed suicide in the arms of God. The monastic life demands complete liberation from earthly things, and their souls lament, but no one hears them, for this is the prison ......"

Nance uttered this as quickly as he could in his life.

The holy sword hung above his head, less than a centimeter away, and the edge of the blade had already cut a trace of blood on his forehead.

- It's dangerous!

Nance's face didn't change, but his heart was beating violently.

The four-winged angel, but the second-class god son angel, is a terrifying existence of the same level as the queen. It doesn't matter if this girl is a main angel, a power angel, or the weakest energy angel in the second order, she can destroy him without much effort.

"Hehe, hehehehe......"

The girl was laughing.

"Really......" a sweet and childish voice floated out of her soft little lips, "...... It's so funny, it's so funny......"

The holy sword disappears.

The girl's face was full of happy smiles.

- What's going on?

Nance had a conjecture.

The tragedy that happened here may have been caused by her own hands.

Because of some changes, she fell from a holy nun to an evil angel and was suppressed here. Of course, her soul was erased, but her body was only sealed...... Over the years, the body regained a trace of sanity and launched a bloody revenge here.

Nance thought it was easy to understand.

After all, it's the corpse of the four-winged angel.

Whether it is used for medicine or wine, it is a rare treasure, so those people were reluctant to destroy it back then.