The Whispering Verses Chapter 786: Re-entry into death

The church itself is a building with a very complicated internal topography, but thanks to the fact that most of the forks here are tightly blocked by tables, chairs, benches or other debris, and Shade is almost certain that Joey Barton and Yi Luna's whereabouts, so even though he didn't see any trace of them, he still moved forward with a clear goal.

There are more ritual traces inside the church than the last time I came. Even without a light source, it is enough to turn the corridor into gold. Most people are now resisting the undead, so Shade did not see other ring warlocks as he went deep, but the loud chants echoed in his ears all the time.

The hymns of the Church of Nature tend to be folk songs. In the chorus, people can even close their eyes and see the vast grasslands under the sun and the lush dense forests in summer.

Xia De didn’t know what the singing at this time meant, but from an internal perspective, the sealing ceremony was undoubtedly about to be completed.

The more you walk inward, the more you feel the corridor is skewed. The concept of death distorts the space, causing the corridor to be distorted to a certain extent in the four directions of up, down, left, and right. As the traces of the ritual became denser, Shade finally saw the silver metal wires crossing the corridor ahead, like spider silk, being broken by impact, which showed that he had not gone in the wrong direction.

Suddenly I heard a voice behind me and turned around to see a middle-aged man wearing square glasses and holding a sword in his hand walking towards him as if he was flying close to the ground. He looks older than Dr. Schneider, close to the boundary between middle age and old age. The golden aura that permeates his body represents how many magical rituals he has been enhanced by.

Shad recognized him. He was Mr. Lacon Matisse, the local twelve-ring warlock of the Church of the Sun. In addition to the thirteen-ring warlocks of the Church of Nature who were originally stationed in this diocese, he is the strongest ring warlock in this diocese.

"No need to explain more, I know they are coming in, let's go quickly."

Although the gentleman didn't talk much, he acted very quickly, so the two of them continued to move forward together. Passing through the dense silver threads, and lifting the metal charms that swayed above the head to make the sound of wind chimes, the already thin white mist in the church became lighter and thinner, but at the same time the air became colder and colder. All the items from the real world around him, and even the golden miraculous aura itself, are slowly fading.

When they turned into the final corridor, the candlelight on the ground turned into a deep blue-black color, and the walls seemed to have experienced thousands of years of baptism. But this is at least better than the last time I came here, because the carvings of magical rituals on the wall are still shining tenaciously.

The white mist completely recedes here, and every time Mr. Schade and Mr. Lacan Matisse exhale white mist. None of them spoke, and they came to the end of the corridor in silence.

It was a square entrance connected to the underground. From that entrance, black wind was gradually blowing out.

An old man in a white robe was unconscious on the side of the entrance. This should be the high-level warlock sent to help by the "Apuna Library", the ring warlock organization that Iluna mentioned. Mr. Mattis checked and confirmed that he had just fallen into a coma, and then used the long sword in his hand to draw a circle around the old man.

Golden light traces appear in the circle notches, resisting the black wind blowing from the side. This is the unique magic of the Church of the Sun.

"The road below leads to the most real death. I am going to determine what happened. Do you want to come with me?"

After doing this, Mr. Mattis asked Shade, who of course nodded. However, once he enters the passage below, his "divine afterglow" state will be revealed.

Looking at the kerosene lamp hanging on his waist, Shade had an idea. He motioned to go ahead, raised the old-fashioned metal kerosene lamp, and then carefully walked down the thirteen steps.

The whistling black wind kept blowing from the front of the underground passage, and countless whispers rang in my ears. They were the murmurs and unwillingness of the deceased at the end of his life.

The cold wind blew towards Shade, and the [Golden Necklace of the Ancient Witch] hanging on his chest first lit up. Then, in the kerosene lamp held high with the flame of [Primal Fire], the flame A sudden surge, blazing flames surged in the lampshade, illuminating the surroundings and protecting Shade.

The "Divine Afterglow" state has not appeared. The necklace of the First Fire and the Witch is enough to protect Shade.

"Sure enough."

"What kind of flame is this?"

Even the twelve-ring warlock following Shade was protected by the flames, but seeing that Shade was unwilling to answer, Mr. Mattis did not ask further questions.

Shadow walked in front, and Mr. Lacan Matisse of the Church of the Sun walked behind. The afterglow of the first fire dragged from the surface of the lantern held high by Shad toward the back. The original and simple power was even stronger than that of Zhengshen. The divine power of the church is more effective in banishing death.

The nun said that the [Primal Fire] was just an angel-level relic, and what Shade had in his hand was even just a small flame. This made him understand more deeply how powerful this flame that was said to come from before the First Age was.

Moving forward step by step, Shade was holding the oil lamp directly and was protected by the witch's necklace. Therefore, although his body was stiff and his soul felt a little heavy, he could barely hold on.

But Mr. Lacan Matisse could not hold on. Therefore, when the two people walked out of the passage and came to the huge square underground space where the Door of Death stood, the gentleman had already removed the life ring behind him. manifested.

Even so, he could only stop at the end of the passage and did not dare to enter the square space in front of him.

But from this location, you can already see the door of death. In the dim light of the first fire, the ancient huge stone door was closed, with stories related to death engraved on it, describing the most fundamental meaning of death in this world.

The black wind blowing from the crack in the door was still strange and silent, as if everything in this world had ended here.

But unlike last time, this time, the huge phantom of the Holy Emblem was suspended in front of the door. It was two overlapping leaves, one withered yellow and one green. The holy symbol is becoming clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black wind is gradually weakened.

"Didn't you see them, Joey Barton and Iluna Bayas, enter this door?"

Shad couldn't believe this result, but Lacan Matisse immediately shook his head and made a difficult voice:

"The ceremony is nearly four-fifths complete. Although it is not completely completed, the door at the foot of the mountain is absolutely impossible to open from the inside or outside."

"But Joey Barton is Death's Chosen One, and he can touch death itself."

Xia De said, looking at the door. There were also traces of fighting and some footprints in front of the door:

"Maybe they really got in."

Xia De repeated, and the twelve-ring warlock of the Church of the Sun fell silent for a moment:

"This is the best result."

"What?"

Shad looked at him in disbelief, and Mr. Mattis immediately explained:

"The ceremony has been carried out so far. All we have to do is drive the undead that have penetrated into reality back into the narrow room before the three passages are captured by the undead army outside. The mark of the sacred tree will be completed. Although I don't know Joey... What method did Barton use to open the door of death from the outside, but at least it can be guaranteed that even the chosen person who died would not be able to open the door from the inside at this stage of the ceremony. This can be confirmed that the Scar of the Holy Tree ceremony is not This is the first time to use it, and Joey Barton is by no means the first ring warlock to break into the Door of Death.

Grain paddle

Let him enter here just now, not only because of our negligence, but also because we know that if he goes in, he will not be able to come out. ”

"What about your chosen ones?"

"It is indeed an unexpected accident that Iluna Beas followed her into death, but Beas's fate will not end here. This is an oracle."

"Please speak more carefully."

"Although the five great ones cannot descend at will, there is still no problem in bringing her out, so there is no need to worry about her."

Mr. Mattis looked toward death's door, then was forced to close his eyes and look away:

"Unless Joey Barton can hold a ceremony behind the door to become the chosen one, he can be considered dead.

Let's go, we are still needed outside. The prophets of the Prophet Association have made predictions. At the end of the narrow space, an undead aggregation of thousands of undead will appear. That will be the most difficult battle. Drive it into the narrow room and the Trace of the Holy Tree will be completed. I think the fight will last until midnight and it will be a tough fight. ”

"No."

Xia De shook his head slightly:

"I want to go in too."

He pointed to the ancient stone gate:

"Yes, into death."

"you"

Mr. Mattis looked at the masked stranger in the firelight:

"I need to remind you that the door has been blocked. Even if you are the thirteenth ring, you cannot get in."

"I have other ways."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment:

"It is easier to open the door from the outside than from the inside. Even if you can get in like Joey Barton, you will never be able to get out before the mark of the sacred tree expires."

"I will find a way on my own. Stepping into the door of death is equivalent to suicide, and now, Joey Barton and Iluna Bayas have committed suicide. I want to ensure that the first person to come out is not Joe E. Barton ”

Mr. Mattis hesitated and frowned slightly:

"You really know that. You are not actually a witcher, right? Although you look very strong, you have never used any thaumaturgy or spell other than swordsmanship and the power of sunlight, and you have not even shown a life ring. Come out, you are not a mid-level warlock at all."

"Yes, I am not a mid-ring warlock."

Shad is a low-level warlock.

"Are you the God Summoner?"

"Why do you think so?"

"It seems like it is. The ending of the Fort Midhill incident is really the best we could have imagined. Not only was Joey Barton almost certain to be dead, but we even had close contact with you. And let Iluna Beas determine your camp."

Xia De shook his head:

"You are still needed outside, and my way is ahead. Sir, I am glad to be able to cooperate with the church this time. I hope you will be safe in the next battle."

Mr. Mattis nodded, as if he was relieved:

"Why are you so obsessed with pursuing Joey Barton and the other chosen ones?"

"Do you think I will answer?"

Shad asked. The latter was silent for a moment and took out a roll of parchment from his pocket:

"How to learn the unique thaumaturgy of the Church of the Sun [Hiton's Seal]. Although this is very precious, it may not be anything to a Thirteen Rings like you. This is your reward for helping us guard the church. Welcome We can cooperate again."

Xia De smiled:

"Then I'll accept it."

Under the watchful eye of Mr. Matisse, he moved forward and arrived at the [Door of Death]. This time, he did not leave any relics or casting materials behind, because the last experience made him understand that the afterglow on his body was enough to protect personal belongings.

Without trying to push the door that was now likely to be unable to be pushed open, Shade held the [Night Watch] in his right hand. When the witch necklace on his chest flashed suddenly, he turned sideways and summoned all his strength to swing the sword forward——

"Death's Door!"

The long sword struck the air in the black wind, and sparks splashed in the air. A dark gap appeared with the slight sound of glass breaking, and the gap quickly expanded to a size large enough for Shade to pass through.