The last stone step barely moved, parallel to the first sunken step as it remained stationary. Now the upward stairs had become a smooth and edgeless cliff. Uriel stood on the flat ground at the bottom, hundreds of yards away from the lowest step without sinking. He suspected it was deeper than the Angmar tunnels, but there was no way to confirm. To be honest, the Priestess took a different path when she took him away from the representative. It was difficult for Uriel to remember the details of the building in this environment.
But what is this damn place used for? Uriel had no choice but to move forward and walk into the deep platform. The paths and walls were made of the same stone, and the candlesticks were stained with wax marks. With every step he took here, Uriel could see golden symbols emerging from the stone bricks, but he did not recognize Lucia's divine writing and did not understand its meaning.
He found that he couldn't understand anything. Without Sauron, he knew nothing about the Glorious Parliament. If the scope extends to the mysterious realm, mortals know more than he does. I should stay in Bloomnot for a few more days, he thought as he walked, taking advantage of Joey's training class to pause and go to the library to study magic and history. Why not? The "clairvoyance" won't attract attention, and you couldn't be luckier than that. He is safe...
…until the next fire ceremony comes around. It is not surprising that the envoys of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who rarely return to Brumnot miss the fire ceremony, but if anyone who stays in the tower all year round has never encountered the promotion ceremony of the apprentice once, then a blind man will notice the problem.
It seems that he has to continue the task assigned to him by the Lord Prophet. This thing is weird from beginning to end. What important prophecy does the Council have that it must turn to the tower? Lady Magdalena is murdered by a demon, and a nightingale hides in the sanctuary. In the final analysis, the truly important prophecies cannot be delivered by him. The prophet has a more reliable way, such as negotiating with the Silent School to resolve the Gulf War. It was a stupid decision to pin your hopes on a foreign ministry apprentice. If it were Uriel, he wouldn't do this.
It's Lemons. He believed that Magdalena had entrusted me with her unfinished mission. Uriel didn't think the Paladin Commander would deceive him on key issues, but what if he was wrong? And the devil. What kind of nightingale could sneak into the sanctuary without being discovered? I am afraid that there are only demon lords, and the shimmering lord Anlini who is hidden in the Glorious Parliament has long been expelled, which has triggered a demon hunting movement sweeping the continent. Maybe there is no demon assassin at all, and the Council of Light just needs him to verify something, rather than relying entirely on him. That's it. There is no... demon at all...
Uriel suddenly stopped.
The flame of his soul is ready to move, bringing about a very different feeling. During the Gulf War, the devil's sensitivity to magic allowed him to avoid enemy sneak attacks many times, but the devil lords had their own ways of hiding themselves. Maybe he does too, but unconsciously. They cannot discover each other. But in Zangwill's temple, the place where the contact with the Nameless One was least likely to appear, his induction was very clear. The gods are kidding me. Uriel couldn't figure out more and more what this place was.
He continued to move forward, Lucia's divine inscriptions lit up, but the light was still too dim. So Uriel let the flame burn in his palm, and the surrounding area became bright. He saw the shadowy steel fence and the people isolated and imprisoned within it. After seeing the faces and conditions of these people, he once again doubted his guess.
"What is this place?" Uriel asked. The voice came out and jumped away on the stone wall.
No one answered him. Lucia's divine script seemed to isolate his voice from reaching people's ears. The layout and furnishings of a dungeon where criminals are imprisoned are familiar to apprentices. The problem is that there is everyone here. Be it an adult or a child, an old man or a newborn baby. It was difficult for Uriel to insist that this place belonged to prisoners, but according to the laws of the mysterious realm, they had indeed committed a crime.
"Oh," he said softly, "No."
This is the prison of the Unknown, built according to the specifications of a prison cell for death row prisoners. There were faint blood stains on the ground, and insects crawled in the cracks in the ceiling. The cell was made entirely of stone bricks. I don't know what these underground insects eat. Lucia's divine inscriptions are inscribed on every inch of the stone wall, and no prisoner comes close. The air was humid but not smelly, and the cold wind seemed to be blowing up from hell, quickly taking away the heat generated.
This is the final residence of the dying, and no one is ever considered to stay there for long. The straw was very lightly rotted and the iron chains were not rusty. They did their job. The prisoners cowered in horror, not daring to make a sound, and only dared to cast longing glances. They longed for fire and light, for there was neither here. The weak candle flame belongs to mysterious creatures with extraordinary vision, and most of them here are mortals, at least before they turned into demons.
There was a roar in the darkness, and Uriel could not move forward, but he could not stop. He felt eyes pushing against his body, everywhere. Things that were deliberately ignored came one after another and left through the empty body. He felt as light as gas, and his soul was naked in front of these people. Impulse and rationality burst out in his consciousness at the same time, and Uriel could not help but quicken his breathing. Useless. Guilt cannot change their situation, and pity cannot eliminate differences of opinion. Useless. You don't even know if they want to be saved. The devil follows them throughout their lives like a shadow. Death may be the release. Why is it so thankless? This is not your job at all, the secret society knows better than you.
It’s useless, but it needs to be done.
The scroll of oath seemed to be heating up. Uriel extinguished the flame and pulled out the golden sword from the parchment. But before the sword blade destroyed Lucia's divine inscription, a manic and savage roar came from the distance again. It caused the imprisoned unknown persons to fall into an even stronger panic. After a moment's hesitation, he walked towards the depths of the prison with his sword in hand.
Compared with the cages where death row prisoners are held, this cell is obviously only designed to restrict the freedom of the residents. It has specially considered the comfort level, and the divine defense is also stricter. It is said that nobles who failed on the battlefield and were captured would be imprisoned in this kind of place. It's a pity that the apprentices didn't enjoy the experience in Silverdome City Church. Gaia believers don't dare to let people know about their bad deeds.
The nobles of Zangwill could only be Lucia's devout followers. Uriel saw a figure climbing on the iron fence. His head had already reached into the aisle, but his shoulders were stuck behind the armor. This man was wearing the silver-white armor of a Paladin, only taking off his helmet, and his identity was self-evident.
What's even more extraordinary is that Uriel feels that he has seen this face before. Even though it was drooling, its face was ferocious, and it wanted to expose its entire mouth when it opened its mouth to roar, he still recognized it as a paladin who had followed Lemons to Kamaria. There are also nameless ones among the Paladins. Uriel immediately understood how Lady Magdalena died.
But none of this seems to matter anymore. Judging from the treatment, the Holy Church has not given up on him yet. Lucia's divine words had no effect on him. The fence blocked him for half a minute, and the chain had been broken into several pieces before the apprentice arrived. Is this the devil? The destination of the unknown? Uriel stared into the paladin's bloodshot eyes, not knowing what he expected to see in them. His fire was not getting feedback from the opponent. Is this due to demonization or some other reason? Now he only needs to get the answer from the paladin. Answers to any questions.
The iron rod bent and broke under the huge force, and the pieces collapsed all over the ground. As the smoke and dust flew, the Paladin rushed into the corridor on hands and knees, leaving a trail of blood on the stone bricks. He completely lost his mind and actually rushed towards the apprentice.
High ring. Tinder told him that Uriel had forced himself to change his strategy for using magic. The process of getting here is inexplicable, and he'd better proceed with caution, so he can't kill the opponent directly. Absolutely...cannot...kill people. It's useless to save people, and it's even more useless to kill people.
It is probably more difficult to subdue a suspected demonized paladin than to kill him. The mentor's magic is naturally the best choice, but Uriel obviously cannot end the battle quickly when the level of mystery is equal. He began to feel grateful that he had not destroyed other people's prisons earlier.
The divine chain rushed into the air with golden dust, and wrapped around the paladin's arm to exert force. This is the divine writing of Gaia, but the power of the holy commandments of different faiths is not superior. Since Lucia's divine writing cannot restrict his actions, Uriel's divine spell is also unlikely. The paladin in turn dragged the divine chain with force, tearing it into pieces of golden powder, and then charged forward relentlessly.
Uriel crossed the sword, letting the opponent's impact pour onto the mysterious weapon. The paladin immediately reached out to grab the golden sword, but the apprentice reacted faster and avoided it in time with a slight deflection of his wrist. Although he is used to holding the sword with both hands, the weapon constructed of mysterious runes can change its weight at any time and become light and flexible. As he backed away, he realized that the opponent's movements were surprisingly fast due to the burst of power, and it didn't seem like he had completely lost his mind.
One of the armors on the Paladin's arms came loose in the collision. He kicked it away and continued to rush towards Uriel, showing a fearless appearance. His roar became louder and louder, making people's heads buzz if they heard it closer. Distance is good for the ears, but not for determining victory. So when the paladin reached out to grab the blade again, Uriel sent the golden sword forward, almost thrusting it into his hand, then turned the hilt and knocked him on the head. Without the protection of the helmet, this blow was enough to knock down the human warrior in the high ring.
But the paladin only shook, without even deforming his movements. He lowered his center of gravity and grabbed the apprentice's lower body with both hands, trying to knock down the enemy. Not even the Dark Wizard's tireless sorcery puppets could do this, but Uriel was not surprised. He took half a step forward and slammed his knee into the enemy's chin. The paladin's head was pushed backwards, and he flew backwards.
Uriel stepped on his opponent's chest before he could get up, the golden sword hanging on his head. The magic is enough to lock the movement of its joints and muscles, creating a moment of opportunity for the opponent to completely calm down. But at this moment, the apprentice did nothing. The paladin struggled and twisted, roared in pain, and managed to free himself. Uriel jumped back and distanced himself, watching the other person stand up again. Too bad, the fight was supposed to end in that second, wasn't it?
But he felt it wasn't enough.
