The light flows along the veins, but the rich darkness blocks the thoughts from continuing to spread forward. Aaliyah felt like she was blocked by a cold wall in the passage.
Her lips were dry, and she felt a little irritated: "No, the darkness there is too dense, and I can't sense it."
"Okay, don't take the risk again, be careful of the evil coming back to bite you through the veins." Ivan reminded.
Just as Aaliyah was about to withdraw her thoughts from the passage, she suddenly sensed movement in another place.
"Someone!" Aaliyah shook Ivan's hand. She flew along the sensory pathways, focusing on the person who suddenly appeared...
"Yes..." She identified it carefully.
"There are nine people." The voice was obviously disappointed.
"No Sean."
"Is it a Hermann soldier?"
"Yes." Aaliyah nodded.
"There is a strange person among them." The female poet squinted her eyes. In the field of vision, almost everyone's souls appeared blue and white, but there was one person whose soul was burning like a flame.
"What are they talking about..."
"Can you hear me clearly?"
"Can..." Aaliyah concentrated her attention and began to listen to the conversations of those people——·
"...We encountered an angel." The flames on Lieutenant Colonel Morris's face turned a weak blue,
"Three are dead and the others are trapped."
"Angel?" Major Manstein frowned. While leading their team members to explore the maze, they discovered Lieutenant Colonel Morris who was alone.
This burning skeleton looked very embarrassed. The SS uniform was damaged in several places, as if it had just escaped from something.
"Yes!" Morris looked into the depths of the maze with lingering fear.
"A cherubim. Has lost his heart..." A strange howl came from the darkness.
"Can you still stand up?" Manstein asked. They were about to face the cherubim, and if Maurice could not join the battle, he had no confidence in a successful rescue.
The burning lieutenant colonel reluctantly pushed himself up: "The spiritual power is almost at its bottom, but the support is no problem." Manstein nodded and led his team members quickly towards the depths.
Soon after, there were fires and shouts from ahead. Manstein quickened his pace and walked closer, only to see a few Heritage Protection Brigade soldiers casting magical spells into the air and shouting loudly from time to time.
what happened? Manstein raised his hand to stop the team members. There are no enemies here...so what are they doing?
Could it be that he was under an illusion? The major stared at the protection brigade soldiers who had their backs turned to him and behaved strangely, and suddenly found that they all had burning collars around their necks.
"Morris, what's going on?" Manstein turned his head, but saw Morris behind him raising his right hand... In his right hand was a branding iron chain that disappeared into the air. The chain was undoubtedly Attached to those collars.
The team members who had become Morris's bait turned their faces - each of them had lost their face, their jaws blackened by sulfur collars.
"Morris!" Manstein shouted. ...Ivan noticed a strange expression on Aaliyah's face and quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
"They..." Aaliyah tried to sort out everything she saw.
“They seemed to be having internal strife.
"One of the school officers led another team, saying they wanted to rescue the trapped team members. It turned out to be a trap, and the school officer attacked the other team...
"He is...capturing them..."...Morris walked leisurely among these people who were knocked down almost instantly, and locked a collar burning like a branding iron around the neck of a black-bone team member.
Manstein lay on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, glaring at Morris. He suddenly raised his hand, and just as he was about to activate the Holy Spear Broken Blade on his index finger, he saw that his right hand was already flying in the air, and the blood from his broken wrist was splashed all over his face, and the Broken Blade Ring was still shimmering in the air...
"I curse you...Maurice." Manstein said through gritted teeth before being collared.
"Curse me through what? The devil?" He locked the collar around Manstein's neck,
"I have a good relationship with them." Flames burned in Manstein's eyes, and his angry features relaxed, leaving only a numb expression.
Morris shook the iron chain in his hand, and the Manstein team lying on the ground stood up. He looked at the team he captured and whispered: "Weissall will definitely be mad if he knows what happened." A smile could not appear on the skeleton's lips, but Aaliyah felt that he was smiling.
"Okay, guys..." he said, enjoying himself too much.
"Let's go do something fun." It was already nighttime. A huge, deep dark blue envelopes the land, and what is comforting is the faint light shining from many adobe houses in this Mediterranean city.
At that time, the world still seemed so vast and full of unknowns. Only by gathering together in this way could people feel safe and warm... Alicia and her party had arrived under a small building. They were squatting among the thorns, and the night provided Excellent cover.
There was a window on the second floor that they were looking up at, which revealed light and the sound of people talking. Theologian Iranor had his eyes closed at the moment, and his spiritual essence stood tall like a small tree.
He attached the function of vision to the end of the ectoplasm. Although the imaging ability of the ectoplasmic eyeball is very weak, he can still see the scene upstairs through this weakened version of the eye.
No Salvationist would allow themselves to miss this scene: Joshua enjoying the Passover feast with his twelve disciples.
He saw Joshua's calm face, and he was whispering something. In front of him was an agate cup on the table covered with white cloth.
Iranor knew that the cup contained wine, and he knew that was the reason they were here. The final feast is taking place before our eyes.
Thus the Holy Grail was born. Alicia heard the sound of messy footsteps and the sound of burning torches coming from the other side of the small building, outside the Olive Garden.
She knew they were coming. Irano's face suddenly turned pale, and he withdrew his ectoplasm, his heart beating rapidly.
Someone shouted loudly downstairs, and Joshua and his disciples began to go downstairs. Soon, the second floor was empty.
Alicia turned directly into the room through the window. There was still a slight smell of wine and ointment floating in the room. She directly picked up the agate cup and hid it in her pocket, turned over and went out the window again.
"I got it." She nodded towards Irano, indicating that he could do what she wanted to do. At this moment, the Olive Garden is illuminated by many torches.
Judah came with the guards and some men, and he went through the crowd and kissed Joshua on the face, and the men with the sticks went to capture Joshua.
One of the disciples struck the captor with a knife, right on the man's ear.
"Sheath your sword!" Joshua said loudly,
"-Whoever takes the sword will perish by the sword. Why do you need to protect me? Can't I ask the Father to send more than twelve legions of angels to this place for me now?" As the gospel said, the mob was coming to arrest Joshua. .
Iranor rushed out of the darkness with red eyes. His ectoplasmic whip directly swept down the person approaching Joshua. He turned around and grabbed the saint's wrist to lead him away, but it felt like he was holding A tree with deep roots in the ground.
Joshua remained motionless.
"Believer, I appreciate what you want to do." Joshua stared calmly into Ilanor's eyes, and broke away from the hand that saved him.
"But if I escape, how will the scripture be fulfilled?" His expression was calm, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He stretched out his hands and let the thugs tie them with ropes. Iranor stood there blankly.
