Deep Sea Embers Chapter 203: Curtain 2 Sides
Torrential rain poured, and the whole of Prand was shrouded in an unprecedented torrential downpour.
Like the sea hanging upside down, the endless abyss overlooks the earth from the sky, as if the world has fallen into the abyss, the dark clouds are like iron blocks hanging in the sky, the endless rain washes the ancient clock towers, tall buildings, walls of Plande The fortress, as well as the rugged coast, there are continuous waves of wind and waves coming from the sea, as if to form some kind of siege, overlapping and blocking the entire city-state from all directions.
Even the sluggish people sensed a strange atmosphere from the abnormal torrential rain. Citizens fled home one after another, all doors and windows were closed, and the homeless on the street rushed into the nearest Shelter or relief center, the entrance to the sewers or the pipe exchange station for the poor - there are at least gas lamps and sacred steam, which can provide the most basic sense of security on this rainy day.
Heidi broke into the square of the cathedral in this torrential rain - perhaps the protection of the goddess is still there, the rain around the cathedral is a little less than elsewhere, but this little rain is not only not It made Heidi feel relieved, but became more and more worried.
The rain in the cathedral is smaller than in other places, which means that the heavy rain at this moment is indeed related to supernatural power.
The church guard opened the door, and Heidi rushed out of the car and into the sacred triple-spired gate. After just a few steps, her whole body was soaked by the icy rain.
But she has no time to take care of these, because the moment she walked into the church, she felt the restless and undulating atmosphere in the surrounding air, which was a spiritual warning reminding her that with this place as the center, there was an invisible battle going on. The "conflict" is gradually unfolding.
A silent monk received her, and then, at her strong request, the monk informed Bishop Valentine who was praying in the main hall of the church. Heidi waited anxiously and uneasy for three minutes, and finally saw Until the virtuous old man appeared in front of him.
She noticed that the bishop was wearing a full ceremonial robe, with a heavy triple crown placed squarely on his head, holding a long scepter with silver and precious stones hanging from his waist Decorated Book of Storms.
This is by no means an ordinary day's dress, but a neat outfit that is only worn for extremely important ceremonies. These heavy and luxurious clothing decorations are a burden, enough to make a robust adult feel tired from walking. However, Valentine took a steady and majestic step, his eyes seemed to be brewing with thunder, and the momentum on his body was transcendent and full of sacredness-those sacred things made the old man lose his mortal identity for a short time, and turned into a Some kind of symbolic body, he came to Heidi like this, looking solemnly at the "psychiatrist" who visited the cathedral in this bad weather: "Son, what happened?"
"I... I need shelter, the highest level of protection!" Heidi replied immediately, recalling her father's very serious reminder before leaving, she said with a very solemn expression, "I want the entire Cathedral of Storms to be on guard, Protect me - protect the children of Plant's most eminent historian."
"Pland's most outstanding historian..." Bishop Valentine stared into Heidi's eyes quietly. There seemed to be a flash of lightning in the old man's eyes, and then he closed his eyes slightly, lightly Nodding lightly, "I received your request, child, the cathedral will provide shelter, and you are safe."
"Thank you so much," Heidi took a deep breath. She didn't take her eyes away from the old man. When she saw Valentine's outfit, she knew that the cathedral seemed to be here before her arrival. It entered the "battle state", "Excuse me... what happened?"
"It's war," said Valentine calmly, "somebody has gone to war on Plante—a storm unblessed by the goddess comes on Plante, and that's the signal for war, but until you come , I finally know who the opponent is in the war."
"War?!" Heidi was stunned. "Who are the enemies? Where are they?"
Valentine watched Heidi quietly, before whispering for a long time, "It's Prand-
"A Prand that has been lost in history."
A thunderstorm exploded, and the whole church seemed to be shaken violently. Heidi was taken aback. She raised her head in horror and looked at the glass window that was still rattling in the aftershocks of the thunder. The heavy chandelier above her head swayed from side to side, and in the shock and shaking, she suddenly felt a slight
's tremor - that's a tremor different from thunder.
It's the roar of steam walkers swarming the square, the roar of Apocrypha steam tanks driving out of the garage.
Heidi turned her head in horror and looked at Bishop Valentine, who was standing quietly like a reef in the sea in front of the statue of the goddess. She spoke quickly: "Is the enemy coming?!"
"The enemy has come," Valentine said softly, his whisper still clearly in Heidi's ears amid the constant thunder, "arrived many years ago..."
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The giant sword slammed down, and the debris that blocked the road was blown away like dust. Fanna took the sword and crossed a collapsed road, and saw the house in front of it poured down like a wax statue in fire, burning hot The thick ash covered the road like snow, the remaining sparks danced and scattered in the ash and the ruins, and there were suspicious humanoid things slowly creeping in the hot ashes, which was unbearable to witness, and its shape was strange and miserable.
Fanna controlled herself not to focus too much on the squirming humanoid ashes.
She knew that those were the citizens of Prand, everyone she knew, protected, and loved. They died in the fire that would burn the entire city-state. All the people in the entire city-state, not a single one. spared.
They died in this history, but were shaped into this horrific and tragic apparition by the unquenchable flames.
The sights are interfering with her emotions and judgment.
The young Inquisitor pursed his dry, chapped lips, feeling the burns of his respiratory tract in the hot and gray environment, feeling the passing of his physical strength, reminding himself once again—
None of this happened and will not happen.
She looks up to the end of the street.
Between the wriggling ashes and the jumping sparks, spooky green flames can occasionally be seen flashing past, the imprint of some terrifying ghost captain in this erroneous history— - The position of the ghost captain in this incident is very strange and difficult to understand. Fanna can't see the other party's purpose at all. She only knows that the other party's power somehow infiltrated behind the curtain, and was in this destroyed Prandt It spreads everywhere, and there is a faint confrontation with the force that distorts history.
And at the end of the line of sight, is the end of her trip, one of the "goals" she set for herself in this destroyed Prandt.
A chapel, still largely intact during the fire, stands quietly at the end of the street.
She has traveled halfway across the city on foot to the small church on the sixth block.
Strictly speaking, she killed half of the city-state.
Fanna marched forward with her sword, overcoming all obstacles, the door of the chapel had collapsed, and a long hall lit by the lingering flames loomed in front of her eyes.
There is no warm, bright light in the long hall, no neat sacred prayer table, and no young nuns praying peacefully.
Fanna directly crossed the ruins, came to the back of the main hall, and found the sloping stairs leading to the underground.
A dark wooden door is standing quietly at the end of the stairs.
Fanna let out a light breath, relieving the pain and fatigue of all the joints in her body, and then stepped down——
The revolving machine gun that was previously removed from the walker has long been scrapped and thrown away on the road. Now she only has the loyal and reliable giant sword that has accompanied her for many years.
She came to the door with a sword and pushed it gently with her hand.
The door is locked, but only with a lock, and the opposite side is not blocked.
Indistinctly, it seems that I can still feel the breath floating across the door, and there is a sound.
Fanna exerted force in her hand, and the fragile door lock did not hold in her hand for more than half a second. With the sound of metal tearing, she pushed open the door of the underground sanctuary.
A startled and nervous young voice came from across the door: "Can't open the door!!"
At the same time as this voice sounded, there seemed to be a vague noise mixed in it.
"Your junior," Fanna pushed open the door, the giant sword sparked fine sparks on the ground, she stepped into it, the tenacious lantern around her waist was still emitting light, illuminating the darkness that had fallen into the darkness , "Your Battle Sister."
The sanctuary is lit by a twilight.
A nun with a long sword stands discreetly at the foot of the Statue of the Goddess, watching Vanna, who pushes the door, in full alert - she is wearing an old nun's robe dress from 1885, and her face is very young .
She was about the same age as Vanna when she died.
Fanna sighed softly as she looked at the nun who was on guard opposite ~IndoMTL.com~.
As she imagined, only within this tainted and twisted veil can she step into this closed underground sanctuary before the nun's death in battle - the brief moment before the nun's death in battle is historically tainted part.
This little church on the sixth block is the first twist.
The young Inquisitor finally investigated the most crucial information, but... how should she report all this?
"Sister?" The nun with the long sword adapted to the sudden light, and it seemed that until now, she didn't realize that the fire in the entire underground sanctuary had been extinguished, and she had been standing in the darkness at some point. At her feet, something seemed to be about to move in the depths of the darkness. She raised her head and looked at the tall woman who appeared in the dim light, and finally saw the logo of the Church of Storms on the other party's armor and great sword, "You are Sent from the cathedral? Get out now! The pollution here is out of control, while I'm still..."
Fana shook her head and slowly stepped forward: "I'll help you."
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