In fact, the old divine envoy was once just an ordinary divine servant.

But he had lived too long, so long that at this stage, no one in the entire Holy Light Temple knew how old he was.

If, under this mountain, there is a huge console that can control an artificial celestial body, then the amount of radiation it produces is undoubtedly terrifying to the extreme, and the people living in this temple gradually began to suffer from radiation sickness under the long-term radiation, and it became heavier and heavier with the passage of time.

It is estimated that the reason why the old god envoy can live for so long is because radiation has changed his genes, so that he can only continue to age, but he cannot die.

"The old god envoys. Where are you? Sherlock's voice echoed through the great palace, which had been quiet for centuries, and the servants had never heard such a cry before, one by one curled up, their ears ringing.

The temple is huge.

But in fact, the structure is not complicated, especially in this hall, the magnificent look up at the dome, will produce a sense of dizziness, but 90% of the space is empty, only a large piece of huge stretching forward golden floor tiles at the end of the floor tiles, there is such a majestic masterpiece, a golden sun flower drawing symbolizes the holy light in blooming, shining on the world.

And at the bottom of the drawing, in what can even be called a 'corner', sits the people in the world who have been in contact with the Light for the longest time.

An old man curled up like a shrimp.

He was draped in golden robes, and his body, which had aged to the point of not being human, was underneath.

It looks sacred, and pitiful.

Sherlock just walked forward, he actually knew that the Divine Envoy was there, after all, there was nothing to stay in the entire temple.

The Temple of Light is the holiest place in the entire empire, and because of this, there are no guards here.

After all, no one could have imagined that there would be a person who would dare to make trouble here.

At the distance of these few steps, Sherlock walked very fast, unscrupulously came to the end of the main hall, and looked at the old priest who could not move, but was still alive, he couldn't help but smile.

The smile contained a little bit of ridicule, pity, speechlessness and other emotions, but there was no respect, anyway, he felt that if he looked like this one day, it would definitely be better to die.

"Hey" he said to the Divine Envoy: "The first time we meet, I won't talk much nonsense, my partner killed your person, I'll say sorry to you on his behalf, let's settle this matter, how about it." ”

Take a look! Look!

Sherlock said I'm sorry!

He said that he would be very reasonable this time, so Watson made a mistake, and he apologized for him, and he had to apologize for doing something wrong, which must be reasonable, right?

So apologize, as the great envoy of the Holy Light Temple, he can't deal with a young man who is more than a hundred years old.

Therefore, this matter should be resolved satisfactorily, and from any point of view, it makes sense.

"So, I'm sorry, I've also apologized, and I've been punished, I'm going to take him back now, how do I get to the cell?"

Sherlock asked politely.

“.” God silenced your lordship.

I don't know if it's because he's too old and slow to react, or because he has a little ridiculous feeling about Sherlock's logic, in short, after five or six seconds of silence, he slowly spoke: "I heard of you as a young man from London, and in the past few years, you seem to have had a great influence on the empire. ”

The sound cords of the adult have aged and become unshaped, which makes his voice extremely hoarse, like a piece of sandpaper constantly rubbing against the blackboard.

However, what Sherlock has made in the Empire over the years, in the mouth of the old god envoy, can only be called 'slightly heard', which is enough to see that the Holy Light Temple does not care much about the world below the mountain.

"Oh, that's an honor, but I don't really want to talk about this right now, how do I get out of prison?"

Sherlock continued.

The old man smiled: "The structure here is very simple, you can know the way to the lower level by just walking around, but you are still asking me So, you are not as unscrupulous as you seem."

This is the Temple of Light.

It is the foundation of human existence

The temple of the people you want will not put as far as you go."

God caused the Lord to fall into contemplation again, and after a while, "In a way, what you have done can be regarded as pushing human society to a good distance, and the Holy Light will forgive you for your sins to some extent."

You gouge out your eyes, destroy your ears, and go to the bottom of the blood prison for ten years to reflect, and the Holy Light will no longer hold you accountable for your faults. ”

The old messenger said that he had no intention of releasing Watson, but he had let Sherlock go, and that he had only wanted him to be blind and deaf, not to let him die, and it was hard to imagine what kind of shock such an act would have been in the eyes of the other gods.

Kicking the door of the temple and knocking out several divine servants could have cut him with a thousand knives for this kind of offense, but the divine envoy actually forgave him like this?

And what surprised everyone even more

Instead of being grateful, this guy was not satisfied with this outcome.

Sherlock snorted coldly:

"Alright, I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, Sherlock walked towards a staircase on the other side of the hall, in fact, as soon as he entered, he saw the road to the lower level.

"Stop." The old god envoy whispered.

Sherlock ignored him.

"You think there are no guards here, so you have no scruples?"

Sherlock still walked, as the old oracle had said, and no one here could stop him.

"Young man, force can solve most things in this world, but force can never affect the faith of the Light." The old angel didn't seem to panic at all, and said unhurriedly:

"You can get that prisoner out, but if you violate the Light, he will always be a prisoner, even if you take him away, leave the temple, leave the whole sacred mountain, he will still be a cage around him."

Sherlock frowned, this kind of strange remarks seemed to be not easy for ordinary people to understand, but Sherlock could understand.

In fact, he had thought of this a long time ago, otherwise, according to his personality, how could he really reason with this group of radiation sickness patients.

"You can take that prisoner, you can even kill us, no one can stop you, but you can't kill everyone here, without the Divine Servant, the Holy Light will be left unattended, and in that case, someone will always make your guilt public.

People believe in the Light.

So the army will crusade against you, the people will spit on you, you will walk in the streets, you will be humiliated, white-eyed, and angry.

The restaurant won't prepare food for you, you won't even be able to buy cigarettes, you won't have a place to sleep, and the carriage won't carry you.

Human beings exist in society, and the Holy Light can completely affect the attitude of society towards an individual, and force, except for killing, is of no use to any other.

Many years ago, there was a child who was about the same age as you who thought he was invincible.

In the end, I can only be silent in the small town by the sea, slowly waiting for death."

The old angel's words were very light, but Sherlock, who could not even be stopped by the rain of bullets and the cannon fire in the sky, stopped because of these words.

Yes, even if Watson was really rescued, the Temple of Light could still turn him into a special person who could not survive in society.

Force, it is really useless in this hall.

Sherlock turned

"It's disgusting to believe in such a shitty thing, and an old friend of mine in London once angrily commented on me that I wasn't fucking religious to the Light. Here's why. ”

The old god was silent.

"I rarely talk to people about terms, I will definitely take my partner today, you can make some requests, I will adopt them as I see fit, of course, my eyes or ears are of no use to you, I don't think you should bother with these uninnovative things."

In the past 30 years or so, Sherlock has hardly compromised, in fact, if he had killed the divine servant, he would definitely not have been able to work so hard, but in fact, the prisoner was Watson.

He could slap the old envoy to death right now, and then kick every wall of the Temple of Light.

But that would make it impossible for Watson to survive in this world.

After all, there is a difference between treating oneself and treating one's friends.

The old angel finally raised his head.

The face, which was almost on the ground, lifted up with difficulty, and then his gray eyes fixed on Sherlock, and he spoke:

"Three years ago, in the ancient Roman Law City, a third-order great demon tore open a void crack and appeared on a hillside on the outskirts of the city.

I don't know how you did it.

But obviously, you must have sacrificed something we didn't think of, and thus obtained a moment of divine light.

I wonder, what the hell did you do at that time? ”

The voice of the divine envoy was clearer and more stern at this moment.

Sherlock dropped the extinguishing cigarette butt on the ground, then smiled helplessly.

After so many years, he had long forgotten about this matter, but he didn't expect that the people in the Divine Light Temple were still thinking about it.

"I didn't sacrifice anything to the Light." Sherlock Road.

"Please don't deceive me, there is no one in this world who knows the Light better than I do."

"Hey." Sherlock sighed.

Then I fell into a long period of thought.

Under the shroud of holy light, a third-order demon was actually summoned, this kind of thing would inevitably make the Holy Light Temple feel dazed and shocked, so for so many years, this matter has been concealed, and even most of the divine servants don't know.

But Sherlock didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want people to know that there was a voice in his head, and although that voice called itself the Temple of Thought, it had a faint connection with the Light.

"Lord God, I sincerely ask you not to dwell on this matter anymore." Sherlock kindly reminded, "Now, I'll take my partner away, and we'll treat it as if it never happened, how about it?" ”

"Nope." The old angel raised his head and said.

"I'm talking to you, it's for your own good."

"Nope." The old envoy continued, "No one can bargain with the Temple of Light. ”

"But." Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose embarrassedly, "I can." ”

The old god seemed to change the expression of the adult, and he looked at the man in front of him inexplicably, like looking at a madman.

However, at this moment.

"Suzu ~ Suzu ~ Suzu ~"

A voice rang out.

The sound was weird, crisp, cold, and a little rhythmic, and few instruments could play such a sound, and no one in this world had ever heard such a sound.

However, the servants of the Temple of Light had heard it.

It is the sound of divine blessings from the Holy Light.

Sherlock had heard such voices, or cell phone calls, too.

At this moment, the servants who were still crawling on the ground in fright just now all subconsciously raised their heads one by one, they looked at the other side of the temple, and then saw a person running over in a panic with a black box.

Although these people have been frightened by Sherlock's brutality, they have not only delayed the will of the Light.

"Holy Light. The Light sent down the Revelation!! ”

The divine servant looked terrified, and trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

In the crack of the small door of the confessional on the west side of the temple, a large amount of golden light suddenly bloomed, and people were terrified.

The Light is angry!

Obviously, because of the military doctor's massacre of the servants of the Holy Light, and because the man in front of him rushed directly into the Holy Light Temple, he was so disrespectful to the Holy Light, and all kinds of actions finally aroused the wrath of the Holy Light!

In the temple, all the servants of the gods fell to their knees, their trembling hands in the most pious posture, and they kept prostrating to the sky, muttering the most heinous curses in their mouths.

For centuries, how could anyone have blasphemed the Holy Light like this!!

The old god made the adult's cloudy eyes also flash with a hint of fear, but he was the one who had been with the Holy Light for the longest time, and at this moment, he resisted the fear in his heart and the anger of Sherlock, the bastard, and took the black box from the hand of the servant.

"O the great Light of the all-knowing and all-powerful; Your followers will bear your wrath and consume all heresies in the world. He chanted in an old voice, then summoned up the courage to open the black box and glanced inside.

Then he froze

The withered face that had been silent for more than a hundred years suddenly showed an incomparably wonderful expression at this moment.

For in the black box, he saw the black brick light up, and on it appeared a text that he could not understand.

[Hi, long time no see]

At the same time, not far from the stage, Sherlock shook his head with a wry smile, as if some uneasy guy had caused him trouble again.

"yes, long time no see."

He replied to something that didn't exist in front of him.

(End of chapter)