In the short afternoon, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the strong wind carried the raindrops and slapped them on the bluestone road, splashing transparent water.
The whole city became dark, with only the World Tree still shining with its eternal light, standing like a lonely lighthouse, with green moss covering the gaps. Even the patrol airship had finished its work early.
The umbrellas held up on the streets were like blooming flowers, moving slowly. The sound of wind flowing in the alleys was like a wail, as if the gods were hiding their faces and crying. The heavy rain made the whole city feel hazy.
"Click..."
It was the sound of wooden boards breaking when stepping on the ruins. The man was wearing an inconspicuous black coat and holding a black umbrella. He seemed to be mourning for something. He wandered around the Dawn Cathedral blankly. It seemed that he wanted to burn it down. What are you looking for in architecture?
Finally, he stopped in a hidden place and kicked open the charred wooden board that collapsed there. There was an inconspicuous small door under the wooden board.
Pulling the iron chain, the door slowly opened. If it weren't for the fire, otherwise you could see the blood seeping through the gaps between the stone bricks. The man put away his umbrella and held the entrance with his hands as he went down.
It turned out to be a passage leading underground. Because the pipe was damaged, the energy lights on the walls on both sides were no longer on.
After slowly entering, the man fumbled and found a spare kerosene lamp behind the secret compartment. The dim light could barely illuminate the way forward. He held the kerosene lamp and moved forward bit by bit.
Clang——
Suddenly, there was a sound from behind.
The man was startled, and when he turned around, he realized that the iron door at the entrance was closed. This did not affect the man's purpose, so he made up his mind and continued walking forward.
This is a not tortuous road. All the way down, you can still see prison-like places on both sides. The iron doors are open, and there are still solid red traces on the iron bars.
There was a fishy smell in the darkness, and it seemed that the screams of the underground could be vaguely heard. There was not much expression on the man's face, he just walked quickly along the path in his memory.
The secret passage is full of tragic traces, and anyone who is interested can guess from these remaining traces what happened underground in the Cathedral of the Dawn.
The man opened a locked room with a key. The room was in a mess. The smashed instruments were in pieces. The broken glass was shattered on the floor. Various liquids were splashed on the stone bricks, leaving almost nothing behind. What.
"Damn it!"
The man punched the door angrily.
Not finding what he was looking for, he had no choice but to carry the kerosene lamp and continue deeper. When he turned a corner, he saw a deep pit in front of his sight.
The pit is more like a gladiatorial arena. The stairs beside the pit have been lowered and the iron bars in the pit are open.
You could tell at a glance that someone had let the things out. Suddenly, a light came on from behind, and the man cautiously held the kerosene lamp to shine back.
Everything was business as usual, nothing happened.
"call……"
The man let out a breath of relief, walked around the pit and continued walking forward without any hesitation at the fork in the road.
with a clear purpose.
He was familiar with underground structures and knew exactly what he wanted tonight.
No. 106, Heart of the Woye River.
A priceless natural cut diamond was also originally loaned from the Polnia Museum to protect the serial number one relic collection of the Church of the Dawn.
Legend has it that the Heart of the Woye River is a relic of the gods, possessing pure and holy power. Within the range of power protection, it can effectively suppress the mind distorted by pollution. When worn on the body, it will not be affected by the relics of Serial No. 789. Under the influence, even a spirit on the verge of collapse can be stabilized and saved immediately.
However, due to its small scope of use, it needs to be installed on the alchemical instrument invented by the Atlas Alchemy Institute to expand the scope of purification. Therefore, the Heart of the Woye River has always been sealed underground in the Cathedral of the Dawn, guarding the sanctity of the church.
The sound of empty footsteps echoed, and after walking slowly for a distance, I saw an inconspicuous iron door at the end, and a kerosene lamp was used to illuminate the mechanism hidden on the wall.
Press start.
But the sound of the gears turning did not come. At this time, the real fear came into his heart. The man hurriedly stepped forward to check, only to find that the mechanism on the door had been destroyed.
Inside the door, the diamonds in the protective cabinet had long since disappeared, and a chill slowly crept into my heart.
"Your Majesty Bishop."
Another voice sounded in the silence. The man turned around in panic and saw a black twisted figure standing in the shadow not far away. Under the weak light source, it looked extremely scary.
"You...who are you!?"
Bishop Liming asked in horror. He could hear his panicked heartbeat in the dark underground.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is what I am going to do, isn't it? Lord Bishop."
The twisted figure walked out of the darkness, revealing his terrifying face without any cover.
Terrified, the bishop forced himself to calm down.
"What...what are you going to do?"
But his slightly trembling voice betrayed his fear.
"Destroy the Church of Dawn, and I will make your atrocities known to the public. Lord Bishop, I want you to see the destruction of faith with your own eyes!"
The man's words were filled with hatred.
"you!"
The bishop seemed to have thought of something and calmed down instantly: "So...you released those monsters?"
"This is my gift to the Knights of the Dawn."
The man replied, gradually approaching with slow steps.
"Your Majesty Bishop, next is an even grander banquet. Do you want to see it?"
…
The heavy rain is still falling,
The patter of rain,
A thin figure appeared in the rain, holding a black umbrella. The cold air was almost suffocating. He was the only figure on the streets of Nuo Da, and he kept moving forward, seemingly without end.
In the darkness, the voice of prayer seemed to be heard. He closed his eyes tightly, clenched his left hand into a fist, placed it on his drooping forehead, and murmured the contents of the "Book of Dawn".
The figure stopped in front of a certain house and looked into the house through the glass window. The sound of prayer stopped and the laughter of children came.
"Jack, be quiet, you've disturbed my father to pray to the Dawn Goddess."
It was my mother's gentle reproach.
"Dad, dad, come play with me."
Jack was still fooling around, and pulled his father to accompany him. He tugged at the corner of his clothes twice, but suddenly stopped and pointed at the window.
"Dad, there seems to be someone outside the window."
"Don't talk nonsense. It's still raining outside. Don't bother your dad. I'll play with you."
The mother came over and took Jack away, but by some mistake, she still looked in the direction of his finger and saw nothing...
On the empty street,
There is only endless rain,
and homeless ghosts.
