One answer after another was in Anthony's mind, and he couldn't answer.

He was a little uneasy, and even more panicked, because he knew what would happen if he answered, and the trip would be in vain.

Anthony, who was staring at the desktop, raised his head, his pupils reflected the pattern of the desktop, the corners of his eyes faintly lit up with spots, and the flickering light source flickered.

His throat squirmed unconsciously, his hands resting on the table, and with trembling slight movements, he drew little by little the badges he had learned in church school.

The badge zigzags and stretches on the tabletop, and it is a very chaotic pattern, with triangles, squares, and circles mixed with each other......

Anthony's heart has never been so peaceful, like a fountain in a clear spring, this pattern has been painted countless times, and it has become more and more lost in countless depictions.

His throat made a steely sound, and he seemed to see Bishop Gons under the black robe again.

Countless apparitions seemed to flash before his eyes, and Bishop Gons was like a sword in the dawn, making Anthony understand dignity for the first time.

Yes, dignity.

Time seemed to go back to the old days, and every young person who joined the Relief Society had to go to the Fog of the Holy See and pray in the rising mist.

There was a blanket on the ground, and he had heard it from the bishop that it was from the northern city of the Elsie Empire, Tes, a city of great prosperity and sin in its prosperity.

The empire is only a thousand years old, but it dares to arrogantly claim the empire, which faintly represents the decline of the old papacy.

The statue in the fog is no longer visible, the stained glass is filled with light and shadow, and the figures on it are blue or black, faintly trying to get out of trouble.

The fog moved, and Bishop Gong looked at the statue silently, and in the slowly rising mist, he spoke with a serious face.

"The world is like a chaotic placenta, and like a dark canopy. ”

The voice drives the air, and the fog continues to distort with the language, converging into a "dark cloud" that cannot be dispersed......

Some of the young people are frightened, some are not surprised, and Anthony is a steady ...... , the relief will tell them.

He didn't care about the gray mist, but now he stayed on the filth oozing from the walls, and the faint ...... Black tentacles.

His pupils narrowed, but he didn't say anything.

The fog was like a tidal wave, surging rapidly, and a cold wind blew through it.

Bishop Gons became more and more pious, chanting under the statue......

"In the placenta of chaos, under the canopy of darkness, our Lord has come. ”

"A more ancient gray mist permeates the worlds, my Lord, also known as the primordial ......"

"In the mist, those who have no intention of being in the form dance until our Lord comes. ”

The three lights in front of the fog were dotted like stars, and the brilliance soared, and then, the spreading fog filled there, faster and faster, drowning the front visible to the naked eye.

"He is eternal and immortal. ”

"The mother of all worlds, the source of all worlds. ”

"Lord of the Worlds, Lord of the Worlds. ”

"The Keeper of the Abyss, the Guardian of the Cracks of the World. ”

"He looked at the chaotic world and rose up in the initial chaos, with the mist as the blade, the mask as the sword, and Sue, separating the day from the night with authority. ”

......

"He is unknowable, invisible, and omnipresent. ”

"The root is His servants, and the world is enslaved to Him. ”

"The future is that the sky is bleak and the stars are falling"

"Diseases are running rampant on the earth, and the oceans will eventually boil. ”

"Space swayed, flames filled the air, bringing about the ultimate apocalypse. ”

"My Lord, at the dividing point between good and evil, between death and life, on the earth of joy and weeping, between heaven and the abyss. ”

"Will eventually restart...... World. ”

"In the collapse of all things, in the wailing of all beings, the red sun dissolves resentment and confusion, and wherever the light goes, all things are liberated. ”

"Above the heavenly vault, the great one spreads his robe, and covers the heavenly vault with his might, and watches the world with his spirit, and the storm is his robe, and the lightning is the blade. ”

"In the midst of chaos, the Emperor who piloted the worm and the ancient snake will finally come to the world, and his divine throne will cover the eternity. ”

"On the top of the mountain surrounded by earth spirits and giants, the cloudy pupils looked up at the sky, waiting for the throne to change. ”

"The star representing the calamity hovered and looked down at the starry sky in silence. ”

"Behind the shadows, the moon of light will finally come......"

"In the dark abyss, evil will eventually crawl out of ......"

His voice grew hoarse, he overdrew all his strength, and in his body, the murmuring of the abyssal poet became more and more serious.

Whispering in the palm of his hand, swirling out of evil flowers, twisted and rotten.

The whispers were so disgusted with these words that the swirling abyssal flower twisted more and more in his hand, and then there was extreme pain.

The ethereal voice gradually sounded in his ears, half meat and half **, he had to save himself.

Anthony's consciousness gradually blurred, the corners of his mouth continued to be underestimated, his words distorted, turning into strange babbling, and Vali was already paralyzed on the ground,

On the table, the badge is fully revealed, and the position in the air permeates here, gradually condensing into a bright red ...... Runes.

Through the bright red runes, it was as if I saw a face with no facial features.

Rumble!

The indescribable horror completely overwhelmed the heart, and everywhere there was a red vision, and the runes bloomed scarlet on the yellow-brown wooden table.

The mischievous graffiti symbols are completely complete, and the shrinking canopy tent is like human breath.

In the moment when the vertigo pervades all, he suppresses all with the murmur of the abyssal poet.

Anthony rubbed his desk, everything suddenly became clearer, and his blurred vision gradually became clear.

Finally able to think.

In his mind, the vision became clearer and clearer, and he remembered that it was at 1, 2, and 3 clock towers in Port Will.

Such insignia is common all over the clock tower and at the factory......

Port Wille has only the Holy See, and most of the personnel are not universal.

So, Anthony only knows this kind of badge.

Looking at the old man in front of him, the folds on his face snaked down, why is his face so familiar......

Wait a minute......

By the way, he remembered.

He remembered the owner of the face, who was also a gray-haired old man, but he was the uncrowned king of Port Will.......

What every person in the almshouse must learn is to memorize the faces on several portraits, and to offend them, it means...... Death.

The man was ...... Mark.

Some people say that he rules the entire underground, and the feud between Marco and Chauvin has long since disappeared into the dust of history, and people still talk about it.

His body wanted to tremble, but he couldn't, the world was so weird.

Obviously, the two are not the same, but they share the same face.

The intented face of the old man was enough to show that he had not heard of this.

If Marco, the coat of arms of the Holy See of the Mist, the inscription in the factory machine, the Relief Society, can these be connected?

He vaguely learned that behind the relief society was chauvin...... Things are getting more and more confused......

Season card, what is the connection with Marco?