Shock came like a tidal wave, roaring and rushing towards Kelly's brain nerves.

This is a church, a temple of evil gods.

She tried several times to use tricks to exit the behind-the-scenes visuals, but found that it didn't make any sense at all.

Here is the reality.

"My King Arthur!" Kelly couldn't help but exclaim.

The statue of the deity she saw in the background was at the front of the church.

Kelly wished someone was there for her at this moment and told her that it was all true.

Except for those evil sculptures, crazy murals, and windowless structures, the underground church is simply not a cult meeting place, but more like a temple of righteous gods.

The solemn architectural design, the wide and majestic load-bearing columns, the elegant and beautiful dome, and the high platform for the priest to read the holy will.

It can be seen that the person who presided over the construction of this underground church must have been a master of traditional architecture, and he was familiar with the beauty of phenotypic religious architecture.

But unlike most churches on the mainland, although built to the specifications of a small church, the main nave, where the assembly takes place, is so vast that only the church cluster of the Primordial Flame can occupy a larger area than this one.

Generally speaking, however, the churches of the Primordial Flame are superior to the sheer number of different building areas, rather than the size of individual naves.

And this main hall was large enough to hold thousands of people, and Kelly remembered the dense crowd she had seen in the distance before, could it be that all of these people would hold secret meetings here?

Everyone has been worshipping the evil god for ten years, and has not leaked a single rumor, and Aaron City, which is completely dominated by advanced and civilization, has no idea about it.

It shuddeers just thinking about it.

Kelly walked into the statue, but the closer she got to the tall statue, the more uneasy she felt.

Finally, when she walked up to the idol, which was nearly ten meters tall, she found horrific evidence that could subvert all previous theories about Veronica.

She had thought that Veronica had died for some reason, and that her father had resurrected her from the world using black sorcery to wander the world in the form of a necromancy.

But the statue, whose head resembled Veronica, shattered her initial suspicions.

Because Kelly, an archaeology major, can see that this statue is completely different from all the other objects here, and that is its age.

This idol was born in even more ancient times.

Although she couldn't accurately name the alloy that made the idol, certain subtle features that revealed the idol's ancient age revealed the truth.

At least 500 years ago, this idol existed in the world.

And there is no sign of renovations to the head of the idol.

Could it be that Veronica is not the daughter of Prince Gawain at all, but an ancient demon who dominates the Gawain family behind her back, and she forces the entire Gawain family to secretly worship her idol.

No, it's not like that, because if the other party is really some ancient demon, how could he not be able to detect his approach, and he was pushed to the ground by himself.

While it's possible that Veronica was just teasing herself, Kelly managed to keep her relatively optimistic as much as possible.

There is also a possibility that the evil god does exist, but not Veronica herself, and the reason why Veronica and the evil god look so similar is because the evil god possessed Veronica and distorted her appearance.

If that's the case, perhaps over the past countless years, the evil god has possessed one innocent "Veronica" after another, and at the same time completely dominated the fate of the Gawain family.

Kelly shook her head, no matter how much she thought about it now, it was just unfounded speculation, and instead of fantasizing, it was better to rummage through this place and see if she could find conclusive evidence.

And she quickly found something worth researching.

A scripture that sings the praises of the gods.

Kelly reads the scriptures in fits and starts:

"All the souls of the dead belong to our lord Veronica, the master of life and death sits in the deepest valley of the underworld, and life returns to death, growing into old age. ”

There were countless such phrases, but Kelly was puzzled again, for such eulogies did not seem to have been developed by the old church itself, but more like someone had forced it to satisfy a need. 、

It's a forgery, and Kelly can tell it as well.

After flipping through it a few times, she casually returned the book to its original place.

There is nothing meaningful on it, just a simple celebration of the power of Veronica's eponymous deity.

In the eulogy, "Veronica" is a great deity who presides over death, aging, and even the ability to make the old young and the dead to be revived.

Among them, the resurrection of the dead is the most content, and the resurrection is often some great kings, who cannot find fault with the noble character, the king's means of governing the country are powerful and merciful, and heroes often do not make any mistakes in the face of moral choices.

Kelly inexplicably felt that the eulogy was a bit ironic, because if the above content was true, the most holy hero and the foreign - King Arthur should have been resurrected by this god of death a long time ago.

She continued to grope around the church, but found nothing.

Nothing useful except stone to stone, reliefs and steps, stone statues and shrines, except for that scripture full of simple eulogies.

An inexplicable desire suddenly surged into Kelly's heart.

After two curve moves, Kelly knew what she was going to do.

This time she took fewer steps and was completely in control of herself.

She took the initiative to cross spaces and barriers.

She came to a dark flat ground, and she looked at the oil lamp on the wall to make sure she was still underground.

Through her unreal sense of direction and the layout of the castle she saw on the hillside, she could roughly guess what this place was.

Underground storage, of course, this is underground, and it's far more spacious than where it was.

The ground stretches infinitely towards the outside of the castle, and beneath your feet is not solid bricks but fragrant soil.

Kelly should have been shocked by what she saw, after all, it was enough to stir the hearts of most people, but for her now, the sight in front of her didn't even surprise her much.

It's a ground of bones.

Countless tombstones stand here, all of which are engraved with the information of the deceased during his lifetime, or at least the name, and these countless tombstones are densely packed with no end in sight, as if this basement is an endless underground world.

Kelly could feel a little uncomfortable breathing, probably because she was underground and didn't have good ventilation, but then again, the residents didn't need oxygen to breathe.

She looked at a grave beside her.

Erin Bertie, born on August 7, 1864, served her master all her life, whose devotion was witnessed by the goddess, and died peacefully on September 30, 1886, due to old age.

At the bottom there is also a phrase that is engraved on all the tombstones.

All to our lord Veronica.

Kelly's eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly.

September 30, 1886.

Exactly today.

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