Floating island courtyard.
By the holy pool.
The familiar ritual has almost come to an end, and Shan Karabi, the leader of the Order of the Fallen Angels, is preparing to end today's daily morning prayer.
"O Holy Spirit! Sublime Sacrifice, the solace of our hearts, our everlasting happiness," he chanted aloud.
"Ah - Holy Spirit - Noble Sacrifice - Solace of the Heart - Eternal Peace -" the members of the cult sat in neat rows and sang along with him in a long voice.
The atmosphere was pure and serious.
Karabi Shan was a bit unfocused.
It's been a long time.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he did not show it in front of the congregation.
It wasn't because the Duke, whom they had known each other for many years, had been hiding his identity from them and then suddenly revealed his true identity - this was something he was completely able to accept. Holy angels must have their own indescribable divine reasons, and they should not be left to speculate.
only.
After the initial manifestation of the fallen angel, his presence can be sensed through prayer. It was like a small river clearly seeing its tail poking into a large warm lake.
But starting from early this morning, that connection was broken, very suddenly.
No matter how hard he prayed, sincerely, and attentively, and even used the newly learned laws and spells to enhance his strength, and carefully studied "Believers Management and Belief Energy Diversion" written by the Duke, it still didn't help.
No trace can be felt.
Karabi Shan was a little worried about what was going on - he could have discussed the matter with Nese originally, but at this critical moment when the situation took a turn for the worse, Nese suddenly locked himself in a dark room high up in the library. They didn't even come out, looking like they had another weird human temper.
pray.
He led the prayers as if nothing had happened.
“The glory of the holy angels endures forever and ever.”
Rabbi Shan pulled back his thoughts and read out the last sentence - which meant the end of the ceremony.
"I can't feel it! I can't feel it! The Holy Angel is gone!"
When the ceremony ended, a short demon in the first row jumped up in panic and grabbed his burqa.
More than a dozen frightened glances came over, and quiet noises arose in the back row. It was obvious that many congregants had the same feeling.
"Chinu. Pay attention to your behavior. Don't speak nonsense." Shan Lakabi grabbed the demon's hand heavily and looked at the audience seriously, criticizing and comforting the entire cult.
Maintaining faith and order is what the patriarch must do.
He warned Chinu sternly, taught them the concepts of time and faith, and led everyone to pray again before disbanding the morning prayer.
The congregants felt at ease and flew away from their seats in groups of twos and threes.
Dan Lakabi followed them with a book under his arm and a heavy heart.
His eyes swept over the exquisite disaster stone chairs row by row——
After regaining the favor of the original fallen angel, when he was helping to clean up the courtyard these days, he took it upon himself to build a simple circular open-air lecture hall next to the holy pool - the sense of ritual was an important part of the ceremony.
The members of the cult have almost dispersed.
He noticed two demons sitting closely together in the far corner of the last row of benches.
Their heads were close together, as if they had been whispering for a long time, and the black marks on their faces had been wiped away.
"Elikgul. Diliul."
He called the names of the two demons and reminded them politely and majestically, "The morning class is over. Now is free time. If you want to chat, feel free to chat. But I hope you have completed the prayers just now seriously."
Rabbi Shan Kara stopped in front of them, waiting for the two ungodly demons to make a small apology for their desertion.
Things went beyond his expectations.
Elric Gur—a red-haired leopard-eared demon—raised his extremely sharp dark gold eyes and gouged him out. He let out a sigh, hugged his arms, and spread his two long and slender legs in front of him. chair back.
"Hi. Young man. What sutra did you just recite..." She raised a finger and pointed at him and said roughly.
Karabi Shan was a little stunned. He remembered the woman as taciturn and often huddled in a corner with a pitiful expression - a trait shared by most members of the Order - derived from years of discrimination.
"Naruf, good boy, let me do it."
Before Ilikgul could say the next words, Diliule, a young, thin, tall, stern-faced humanoid demon beside her, raised his hand gently to interrupt her.
"Singarabi. It's me." The humanoid demon said.
"Dilule?" The dean felt that tone sounded familiar.
He didn't react too much and looked into Diliule's eyes subconsciously.
A pair of familiar eyes with green flames. The look on his face was also that calm and calm one.
Diliule snapped his fingers, and the shimmer in the air formed a small ten-headed snake pattern emblem, which flickered and disappeared.
Karabi Shan's pupils shrank, disbelieving his own judgment. "Are you...the Duke?"
"Ezhaint."
Diliule nodded, pointed at himself, and then at the beautiful leopard-eared demon next to him, and introduced
"She's Naruf. Our friend. From ninety million years ago. A captain."
"Naruf!"
Ilikgur leaned back in the chair in an inelegant posture, pointing his thumb with one hand to introduce himself, pinching three fingers with the other hand, pulling away from his cheek, and smacking his plump lips——
Is she pretending to smoke something?
"Duke...Holy Angel...this..."
Karabi Shan's eyes flicked back and forth between them.
"I know." Diliule, also known as Yicha, smiled.
"I'll explain it to you later. Don't worry. Our souls only live in these two guys temporarily. When we find a suitable body, we will return your little followers. Their souls are still there, they are just temporarily trapped. Our souls are suppressed.”
Shan Karabi nodded and ordered himself to accept this.
He didn't fully understand, but obeying the Holy Angels was priority number one.
The soul of the Holy Angel inhabits the body of a member of the Order of the Fallen Angels. he thinks. This shows that there is no conflict between the soul of an angel and the body of a demon. The Order of Fallen Angels must all become real angels.
For a moment, it felt like pure white holy light was about to fall from the backflowing sulfur river and fill the courtyard.
Karabi Shan suddenly felt a little intoxicated.
"He looks dull." Naruf, who looked like Ilikgul, whispered to Yicha.
"This one is already smart." Icha whispered to Naruf.
The beautiful Naruf patted the back of the chair in front of him and laughed. "Hey! Look at you! I don't mean to be that picky!"
"what did you say?"
Karabi Shan heard this.
"Don't worry about it." Yicha bared his teeth and smiled. "Do me a favor."
"Ah. That's natural." Rabbi Shan quickly understood this time. "I will not disclose this matter without your instructions. The Holy Angel's intentions should not be speculated on."
"Not bad! Not bad!" Ilikgul Naruf extended his thumb.
"I will tell them when necessary." Yi Cha nodded and asked, "Have you had any special feelings in the past two days?"
"Except for not feeling the connection with you, nothing." Rabbi Shan replied honestly.
I saw Yi Cha frowning, as if he was not very satisfied with this answer.
