The Holy Light is not observable, it cannot be perceived, it cannot be imagined, it cannot be speculated, but the Holy Light is everywhere

These slogans can be found in the most basic sacred texts of the Empire, as well as in the preschool textbooks of the people of the Empire.

After all these years, no one knows what kind of thing the Holy Light is. Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to come into contact with the temple of holy light that is high above, let alone the divine servants in the clouds, so naturally they do not have the possibility of 'gazing at the holy light'.

In fact, even most of these divine servants don't know what the Holy Light is, only the extremely aged Grand Priest and a few cronies he has appointed are qualified to look at the Holy Light, as for the 7 divine servants who came to the front line this time, no one has such qualifications, they just carried a few black boxes and walked down the Holy Light Temple, and came to the front line to cooperate with the human expedition plan, that's all.

Along the way, Sherlock also asked these people, what is the holy light, naturally no one can give an answer, and when Sherlock wants to open a black box to see inside, it is like inserting the lung tubes of these divine servants, they have long been bullied by Sherlock and Watson during the journey, and they have to take the initiative to lick back the tears to their mouths, but when they mention opening the black box, they blow up on the spot, holding the box, and if you dare to move, I will die to show you.

Even that night, the night patrol soldiers of the convoy caught three servants who ran away with black boxes overnight, as for the reason, it turned out that they were afraid that Sherlock would force them to hand over the things in their arms by force, in order to avoid this, they would rather leave the convoy and freeze to death on this ice and snow continent, or simply let the demon slap to death, rather than let the holy light be desecrated.

Okay, although these servants are all people who don't care about the world, don't know about suffering, and don't take human life seriously, but they have absolute devotion to the Holy Light, and Sherlock is also an honest and approachable person, and he can't really force them to do things they don't like to do.

So along the way, he never found a chance to see what was in the box.

And now, it's rare for him to be so close to the black box

The word 'piety' never existed in Sherlock's mind, he was only curious about the Light, wondering what it was like, if it was really a beam of light, or if it was really the same thing as the strange sun in Hell, and even wondered if the box would contain a tentacle in it.

In short, at this moment, he lifted the lid of the black box in his hand almost without any psychological pressure.

“.”

He frowned silently, for there were no tentacles in the box, not a beam of light that would swish away when the lid was opened, nor all the strange shapes or ineffable things in all kinds of speculation.

It's a piece. Slab bricks.

Of course, it can't really be a brick, but its image is too similar to the brick, black, boxy, angular and angular, the length is 15 centimeters, the width is about 8 centimeters, but the thickness is not enough, only a little more than a centimeter, this thickness is not enough to shoot the back of people's heads, let alone for architecture.

Sherlock's brain is barely enough, usually solving some cases, playing reasoning games, controlling demons or something, it's no problem, but he is not omniscient and omnipotent, his mind must be restricted by reason and common sense, so he can't understand that the Holy Light is such a thing?

Reach out and take the piece of light out of the box.

It feels surprisingly light, and the texture is not as hard as it seems, if you have to describe it, it's a bit between quartz and plastic, smooth, but there is some subtle friction, and it's quite comfortable to touch, and even Sherlock just poured it from his left hand to his right hand, and he naturally made a 'hold' action, which is extremely suitable for length and width, as if this thing was designed to be held by people.

At the same time, the moment he grasped the light, his index finger naturally touched a small protrusion on its side, and Sherlock pressed it without much hesitation.

At this moment, no matter how strong the ability to accept it is, I can't help but light up my eyes in an instant.

It's really the eyes that light up. Because the brick in his hand is bright!

That's right, that thing lit up.

Sherlock had never seen this kind of light, he had seen the light from a gas lamp, and he had seen the more dazzling light from electricity, but he had never seen this soft but cold light, in a somewhat dimly lit ward, this light could only illuminate a distance of less than half a meter in front of him, and what was even more incredible was that this light formed a string of words on the surface of the brick in his hand.

That's a string of countdowns.

【109】

【108】

【107】

Sherlock didn't know what the countdown meant, but the light was constantly changing on the surface of the bricks at a rate of one second.

What is it?

Sherlock looked through the contents of his hand again, and found that there were no other protrusions on it; When you touch the shiny numbers, there is no reflection; He looked around, and there was no one but the unconscious servants, and no one seemed to give him any clues or hints; Even when he tried to verbally communicate with what he was holding, there was no response; And the temple of thought in my head has long been untouchable after going deep into the Antarctic continent.

It seems that all we can do now is to wait for the string of numbers in front of us to gradually return to zero.

Suddenly, Sherlock remembered that in the first few days of his arrival in Redek Strait, it seemed that the temple of thought was always prompting himself with a string of numbers, and in his memory, he still remembered what the number was.

【62.5709866/-78.8327524】

So, is there any relationship between this string of numbers and the reciprocal count of the brick in your hand?

Sherlock didn't know the answer

At the same time, he didn't know that at this moment, the Holy Light Temple had already become a pot of porridge.

Countless servants of the gods ran in a panic in the main hall, and those with weak legs and feet held their heads in horror and curled up in a corner, completely unaware of what to do now.

Because just about 20 minutes ago, the Light suddenly became angry!

The small room built in the northwest corner of the Temple of Light, that is, the only prayer room that could receive the revelation of the Holy Light, suddenly brightened with golden light, and the small door that usually only opens when the Holy Light sent down the divine decree was now opening and closing frantically, and the impact of the door frame made a clanging sound, which frightened people's hearts.

I'll post another chapter early tomorrow morning, and I'll get some sleep first.

(End of chapter)