The evening bell rang three times, and before the third time, Vanna was already in the Great Chapel.

Old Bishop Valentine was already waiting here, the venerable old man in black priest's robes, standing silently in front of the icon of the storm goddess Grimona with his eyes closed and praying, when he heard the sound of someone stepping into the sanctuary, and without looking back, he knew that it was Vanna.

"Inquisitor Vanna," Valentine said in a deep voice, "the Storm Cathedral has sent an order to summon the listeners. ”

"Sent directly from the Storm Cathedral!" Vana was taken aback, she hurried over to the icon, and immersed herself in the glow of the lamp, "Isn't there a new anomaly or anomaly discovered?"

If only a new anomaly or anomaly is discovered, the bell will not ring three times in a row" Valentine shook his head, "It was the grave keeper on the other side of the 'burial chamber' who directly sent the news that there was an abnormality in the body of the Nameless King, although it is not clear

What message does the society want to convey, but it seems to ...... Yes, the existing list is changing. ”

—as he spoke—the old bishop turned his head and looked quietly into Vanna's eyes

This time we need to send a listener into the tomb to hear information directly from the body of the Nameless King, currently rotating the tomb is the Deep Sea Church, and the listener will be chosen from among the followers of the Storm Goddess - the exact candidate has not yet been decided, and you and I are on the waiting list. ”

Vanna froze and calmly asked, "When are we leaving?"

'Now,' Valentine nodded, motioning for Vanna to follow, as he walked behind the statue of the Goddess, and a door depicting many sacred symbols had opened, revealing a deep and long passage behind it, "the psionic passage is ready."

Vanna bowed to the icon of Grimona, then turned to follow the old bishop.

They passed through the door, and then through the long corridor, and in the flickering lights, two devout believers reached the deepest part of the ancient church——— where a special secret room was located.

It was a small room, and unlike the concrete and brick structure of the main body of the church, this small chamber was made entirely of stone, and the walls and roof of the room were stacked with gray and irregular stones, and the floor in the center of the room was a sunken fire pit, in which the crackling flames burned - but there was no fuel in sight at the bottom of the flames, as if the fire had coalesced out of thin air.

Except for the flame in the center of the room, there was no furniture in the whole secret room, only the faint sound of running water from nowhere, constantly sounded from all directions, and every wall around it seemed wet.

Even the floor of the room seems to have a small stream of water flowing at any moment - it gives the impression that the stone hut is not a room in the cathedral, but... A water-immersed cave located at the bottom of the sea.

This is not the first time that Vanna has been to this chamber - as an "inquisitor" on a par with the bishop in the city-state, she also has the right to use the "psionic passage" here, and this seemingly inconspicuous room is the "port" through which the psionic passage is constructed. Each city-state's central church had similar facilities, and each church had similar technology—the Storm Goddess's priests used such "water-soaked caverns", and the Grim Reaper's priests constructed pathways to each other in "pale chambers."

These seemingly gloomy and oppressive facilities actually have a magical effect: they can strip the user's spirit and send it into a vast and interconnected psionic space, no matter how far apart these city-states may be, no matter how rough the wind and waves of the endless sea may be.

It was a miracle achieved with the blessing of the gods, and it allowed the branches of the Church to communicate in a timely manner on the vast expanse of the sea, and in much more ancient times, when ocean-going ships were not as reliable as they are now, it was even the only way for many city-states to maintain communication and confirm each other's survival.

The door of the chamber slowly closed, and the dark and heavy metal door made a dull sound, and the intricate runes on the two doors immediately flew away, like living strands entangled and meshed with each other, completely sealing the entire room.

Vanna and Valentine stood by the fire pit in the center of the chamber, and they bowed their heads as they gazed at the leaping holy flames, silently chanting the name of the storm goddess Grimna.

The illusory sound of water continued to come from all around, rising and rushing and beginning to rise extremely violently, and in the OE, Vana saw the trickle of the ground suddenly turn into churning waves, and began to rise extremely rapidly.

She stared at the flames in the center of the room, flames—as ever, bears burning in the rising waves.

Vanna closed her eyes, calmly allowing the illusory waters to submerge herself completely.

The cold touch quickly dissipated, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw that it was no longer a waterlogged rock chamber, but an extremely vast chaotic space—it seemed to be a square, an almost boundless square, quaint and vast, with many magnificent pillars supporting at the end of the line of sight, the tops of which were all fragmented, the tops of which seemed to be shattered and dissipated into the distant sky, and the murky stream of light shrouded above the square, There seemed to be something hidden in the depths of that stream, but it could not be penetrated by the eyes of an extraordinary person.

Vanna froze, and she saw that there were already many figures standing in the square—all black phantoms with only outlines, and although they could not be seen clearly, she could confirm by the familiar aura of each figure that they were the devout saints of the goddess of the landscape—saints from various city-states, and from various mobile churches, and even from the Storm Cathedral.

Only "saints" can be alternative "listeners" – because there are "voices" that only powerful saints can listen to while remaining awake.

"It seems that we are the last," a dark shadow approached suddenly, as it was familiar in normal life, and Fana recognized him as Bishop Valentine before the dark shadow could speak, and the old man's tone seemed slightly awkward

"I was the last ........ to last meeting"

"Did the saints of the other city-states live in secret rooms? . . . ......," Vanna grunted, "and every time the news of the summons came out, it would take less than ten minutes for them to gather half of them. Person.....

"Ever since Saint Folson wrote 'first' on the registration bay of the assembly hall twenty years ago, they have been competing to arrive early." Valentine shook his head, "Seriously, can't take care of Lan....... The goddess will not pay extra attention to this because of this. Vanna was noncommittal, and at that moment, a sudden roar suddenly came from the end of the crowd, interrupting her thoughts, as well as the conversation between all the Saint Phantoms.

Vanna and Valentine looked up in unison, and saw that the ground in the center of the square was rising—the crumbling old stone bricks rippling like water waves, and in the layers of ripples, there was a behemoth rising rapidly, first the pale spire, then the sloping stone walls and quaint columns.

Almost instantly, the thing was fully in Vanna's field of vision——— a massive building made of pale boulders.

It was a "palace", an ancient building built in a long lost history, with a pyramid as the main body and several obelisks and towers around it, no other city-state in the world had such a style, and its low and jade atmosphere did not at all look like a building for the living.

It's not so much a palace as a huge mausoleum.

In fact, it was—a mausoleum——— a mausoleum belonging to some ancient and powerful being.

Like everyone else, Vanna's gaze involuntarily fell on the base of the huge pyramid building, and under the gaze of countless eyes, the door of the mausoleum finally slowly opened. The heavy pale stone door retreated to the sides, and an extremely tall figure slowly walked out of the mausoleum.

In Vanna's opinion, it is difficult to say that "he" is still a living human.

His body was wrapped in layers of sac cloth, half of his body and the cloth were almost charred pitch black, and the other half of his body was wrapped in heavy rune locks, some of which were gloomy chains extending directly from his flesh, and their ends were wrapped around beating veins and nerves—the ancient grave keeper was like a terrifying creature of flesh, steel and death, stepping out of the tomb of the Nameless King, Walking with heavy steps, he walked towards the dark shadows gathered in the square.

Although it was not the first time she had seen the "Grave Keeper", Vanna still subconsciously inhaled at this time, feeling some muscle tension.

Then she saw the "grave keeper" walking straight towards her.

The choice has been made.

Without hesitation, the grave keeper passed everyone in the square, until he stopped in front of Vanna, whose skull, wrapped in cloth and chains, was exposed only one eye, which looked at her calmly, even though the latter was quite tall, but still a full head taller than her.

"You, you can enter the tomb." The grave keeper spoke, his voice hoarse as if coming from a corpse, and then he raised his right hand, which seemed to be charred by fire, and which held a quill and a roll of parchment. "Write down what you heard." The grave keeper commanded succinctly.