Three days later, Qianzhu Hall.
"What reward do you want, my superhero?" the girl on the throne asked condescendingly. Her face was flushed and she looked a little excited. This time she broke through the Seven Layers Mountain, finally letting her go away from the gloom and feel proud.
The two tall beauties standing next to the throne stared at the man below, their beautiful eyes flowing, and their eyes seemed to contain endless murderous intent.
But the person involved didn't look sideways and just pretended not to see it. He was like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.
"I want to see Lumsden." Chen Xing requested.
Aaliyah raised her eyebrows, as if she had a bad impression of Lumsden. She leaned forward and asked in a strong tone, "Why do you want to see that old man?"
The two women next to the throne showed a hint of relief. One look turned into lingering hatred, gritting her silver teeth, as if she wanted to peel off his skin and fry his bones, boil him into a pot of soup and drink it to relieve the hatred in his heart. The other look The meaning of resentment is difficult to understand, it seems like resentment, anger and joy.
A woman's heart is so deep that it's so difficult to understand.
"I was entrusted by an old friend to transfer a personal item to the human guardian." Chen Xing answered honestly.
"What old friends, male or female?" Aaliyah stared at Chen Xing with an aggressive look, a bit like a newlywed wife asking about her husband's whereabouts.
"Male." Chen Xing replied seriously.
Aaliyah glanced at him suspiciously, waved her little hand, "I understand, just go out and wait."
After a while, wooden tables and rattan chairs were placed in the garden outside Qianzhu Hall, and snacks and tea for afternoon tea were prepared.
A heavy buzz sounded, a golden gate appeared in the garden, and a kind-looking old man walked out. White robe and long staff, Taoist spirit.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess summoned me, what are your instructions?"
Lumsden had a gentle smile on his face and bowed his hands to Aaliyah.
"He is the one who is looking for you." Aaliya pointed lazily at Chen Xing, then walked away with Lacey and Ye Yang Bailiu, leaving behind the two people who were looking at each other.
"Guardian, please take a seat!" Chen Xing came back to his senses and greeted quickly.
Aaliyah can do whatever she wants and disrespect the guardians of the world, because they are equal beings. And Chen Xing is a person who has difficulty even seeing each other, so naturally he can't do it casually.
"Haha~"
Ramsden sat down stroking his gray beard. He was not unhappy because of Aaliyah's neglect. On the contrary, he felt like an elder doting on his younger generation, just like treating a granddaughter who has a bad temper. He only saw the other person's cuteness and cuteness.
"Guardian, drink tea." Chen Xing poured black tea for Lumsden.
The strong aroma of tea came out along with the heat. Chen Xing resisted the urge to pour himself a cup and put down the teapot. This tea was so fragrant that it was definitely not something ordinary people could buy, at least he had never drank it.
Lumsden took a sip of tea and put down the cup. He happened to see the small badge on Chen Xing's chest and said, "Are you a student of the White Tower?"
In order to meet Lumsden, Chen Xing specially wore the badge of a White Tower student.
"Students have met the dean." Chen Xing bowed and introduced himself, "I am a disciple of the great scholar Fo Yongqi, and my name is Chen Xing."
"It turns out that you are the target of the recent rumors. Oh, Fo Yongqi has gained a good apprentice." Ramsden said cheerfully. As a dean, he must be delighted when his students achieve results.
"Students must be diligent and self-restrained, work harder, and live up to the expectations of the dean and teachers!" Chen Xing said what he said to his class teacher in college.
"Well, okay, okay, okay..."
Lumsden said hello three times in a row, and then asked, "You asked the princess to come to me, what's the matter?"
Chen Xing knew that the Guardian of the World had many things to deal with every day and that time was precious, so that was enough to reminisce about the past and get to the point. He took out a shabby little notebook from the inner pocket of his clothes and handed it over with both hands.
"This is the relic of the former leader of the Thunder Light Regiment, Tie Nuo. He asked me..." At this point, Chen Xing choked up unconsciously. He took a deep breath, calmed down and continued, "He asked me to pass it on to You, this is the analysis of his skills that enlarged his body and made him an impenetrable wall."
"He is the little thought he left for you and this world."
Originally Lumsden stretched out his hand to take it, but
He stretched out his hand halfway and took it back when he heard Chen Xing's words.
Then he stood up, put the long stick in his hand aside, straightened his robes, stretched out his hands, took the small book solemnly, then sat down and looked through it carefully.
Time flies by. Butterflies flew by in the garden from time to time, flashing their colorful wings and disappearing into the bushes.
After a long time, Lumsden let out a long sigh, looked up at the sky, and said nothing for a long time.
"Please tell your friend that the thoughts he left for this world have been received by Guardian Lumsden."
Lumsden stood up and said, "I will refine them later and enter them into the general skill book."
"Thank you for your trouble, guardian." Chen Xing bowed his hands. Skill analysis alone is not enough for others to learn and use. Only through repeated research, testing, and modification by skill masters, an optimal solution can be derived, and then expressed in the most accurate and concise words, can it truly be of use value.
"These two skills are very practical. I believe that they will become popular all over the world in the near future and become the skills that most people learn and use after Psychic Armor and Charged Shot."
After hearing Lumsden's words, Chen Xing's eye circles turned red. Tienuo's efforts were finally not wasted.
"The dead are gone, but so are the living." Ramsden gently pressed Chen Xing's shoulder, "Come on, kid."
Suddenly, he groaned again, "I feel that there is an evil aura about you."
There was a hint of worry in the guardian's eyes. Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, then understood, unscrewed the button, and revealed the black mark on his shoulder.
Because Ramsden's hand touched his shoulder, he felt the aura of the Gluttonous Lord.
"Brand of the Abyss..." Lumsden looked sympathetic, "Poor child, what have you experienced?"
"It's better for me to deal with my enemies myself." Chen Xing looked at Ramsden and said firmly.
As Fo Yongqi said, the guardian is the guardian of the world. If you still have a choice, don't bother others easily. What enters this world is only a clone of the Gluttonous Lord, which is at most the same level as a little king. There is no need to alert the guardians.
"Good boy..." Lumsden nodded vigorously, his eyes shining with approval. He picked up the long staff placed aside and looked at Chen Xing again, "But..."
"Your realm has been locked by your enemies."
"Under shackles, you cannot become stronger or defeat your enemies."
"I..." Chen Xing wanted to argue, but he felt helpless.
With a brand on your body, you cannot communicate with the undercurrent of time and space. If you cannot communicate with the undercurrent of time and space, you will not be able to improve your strength, and you will lose the opportunity to personally deal with the enemy.
Lumsden raised his long staff, and the golden stars and sand gathered into a golden gate that towered over the sky and the earth.
"Come with me, kid."
Chen Xing followed Lumsden into the golden door. Suddenly, a huge white church appeared in sight.
Looking up, the cross spire towers into the sky. The rows of iron crosses are like the halberds of guards, solemn, quiet, and powerful. The stained glass windows reflect the afternoon sun, making it blurry and sacred.
Although Chen Xing has never been here, he has seen it on postcards.
This is the headquarters of the Holy Light Church - Meath Cathedral.
Ramsden climbed up the steps and knocked on the closed double doors with the tip of his staff.
"Crunch..."
There was a gap in the door, and a man who looked like a monk stuck his head out and opened it.
"This is Ramsden, please see the Pope."
"Please wait a moment." The monk returned the greeting and left quickly.
While waiting, Chen Xing couldn't help but think of the history of the Holy Light Church.
Before the Cataclysm, the Holy Light Church, like other religions on the Red Earth Continent, gradually declined under the impact of modern technology. It is said that during the most difficult period, the Pope was reduced to selling blessing coins and exorcism holy water on live broadcasts. The abbot of the New Zen Sect also had the experience of taking people's pulses and telling fortunes.
But after the cataclysm, spiritual energy revived, and clergy who focused on spiritual practice were more likely to perceive spiritual energy than ordinary people.
The first batch of evolvers in the world came from various sects
Teaching, and the major religions were the first to summarize and spread the practice system. Although after hundreds of years of development, the human evolutionary system has been basically perfected, gradually transitioning from the field of occultism to the field of science, and clergy and believers no longer have obvious advantages over ordinary people, the underlying theory still has many shadows of religion.
The previous pope of the Church of Holy Light, Mytheus the Protector, was the most powerful king-level man in the history of the Red Earth World. His Holy Angel Legion was invincible and prestigious.
In order to ensure the status of the Holy Light Church, Mytheus the Patron chose self-sacrifice. He used secret magic to transfer his "sacred realm" into the "Holy Grail".
It only takes three little king-level experts who practice the secret methods of the Holy Light Church to activate the sacred realm and summon the legions of holy angels to come.
While thinking, an old man wearing a high crown and red robe went out to greet Ramsden.
Judging from his attire, he should be the current pope of the Holy Light Church.
"Old friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time," the Pope said, holding Ramsden's hand.
"I'm ashamed to say that from last year to now, I haven't been able to find time to visit my old friends." Ramsden said with some embarrassment.
"You and I are both busy people. Even if you take time to come, I may not have time to see you."
"Hahaha……"
The two old friends clapped each other's hands and had a good time.
Chen Xing then followed the two of them into the Meath Cathedral.
The interior is grand and open, full of simple and gorgeous atmosphere. Hundreds of crystal chandeliers hang from the arched top, and sunlight shines on the ground through large pieces of colored broken glass, like a scene in a kaleidoscope.
The large murals depict scenes of the kingdom of God, including holy angels, pious maids, and the omnipotent true God.
"I came here this time for this young man."
At Lumsden's signal, Chen Xing showed the burnt mark on his shoulder.
The Pope put on his reading glasses and looked at it carefully for a while, then turned to look at Lumsden with a solemn expression, "Sealing the Abyss Brand requires holy blood."
"Here we are, Lord Labor Pope." Ramsden bowed and saluted.
The Pope nodded and called the monk who had just opened the door to come over. After whispering a few words, the latter left from behind.
Chen Xing was a little moved. If the conversation between the two people just translated into the most straightforward language, it would be:
"Brother, this can be done, but the cost is high."
"Just do it, I'll take care of you."
The two people in front of me are both very important people in the world. It was really flattering to serve such a small person like him.
But Chen Xing knew that all this was because of Tie Nuo, not the target of breaking the army.
Not long after, a girl with blond hair and blue eyes in a white robe walked into the church.
Her expression is dignified and her eyes are soft, like a piece of beautiful jade, warm and crystal clear, which not only makes people feel distant, but also does not make them feel stiff and cold.
"This is Joan of Arc 79."
Joan of Arc, as you can tell from her name, this blonde beauty is the current saint of the Holy Light Church.
The sealing ceremony is presided over by the saint. I saw her taking the sharp knife from the maid's hand and cutting the palm of her hand. The blood flowed down the palm of his hand to his fingertips, drawing the cross of the Holy Light Church on the burnt mark.
"Hallelujah..."
"You gave us new life."
"Hallelujah..."
"The precious blood shed on your cross covers all our sins."
“So that we can escape the grip of evil and embrace the kingdom of heaven.”
"Hallelujah...
She opened her mouth slightly and recited the holy words silently. Milky white light enveloped the brand, and the tense nerves gradually relaxed.
Unconsciously, Chen Xing fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he was back in the garden outside Qianzhu Hall, lying on a wicker chair.
The setting sun shines on the ground, dragging long shadows. Ramsden seemed to have left, leaving only the note on the table pressed under a teacup.
"May the glory of mankind be with you."
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