The tiles creaked slightly, and the apprentice hurriedly grabbed the weather vane, and the painted wooden board whizzed past his nose. "Primordial?" Roma's voice was full of excitement, "I just saw this word... Eberly, that's the book at the top."
"Are you in the library?" Uriel asked, "Wait, why are you still there? It should be noon over there now." And Moniantoros was approaching night. The further north you go, the greater the time difference becomes. Fortunately, they did not need to go north through the entire Ao no Mori, but entered the Monian Toros border through the Autumn Leaves Walkway.
"I didn't want to come over, but it seems like there's no one in the library today." Roma's answer came as the book fell to the ground. The ring was too inconvenient to communicate with, so Uriel used a communication pansy instead. Although the seeds in his hand were not very energetic, the sound was stronger than the words. Uriel heard a sudden loud noise, and then the little lion screamed: "Found it!"
"What's the sound?" The bookshelf fell over?
"I broke the cover...here, Uriel, is a new discovery. According to records, the First Source was the Nameless Ones during the Ancestors. But that was an early name. After the Holly Agreement was signed, they were generally called the Nameless Ones. That’s right... Okay, you’re right, this is not a new name, it’s a new title... Is there any need to find fault in a place like this, Sabina? "
Uriel simply didn't know what Roma was doing on the other side. He didn't bother to digest the new information: "Who else is here, Roma?" He thought she would care more about confidentiality than he did, after all, Roma's confinement period was not over yet. The apprentice regretted not reminding her.
A piece of pollen spurted out from the three-petal ghost face. "There is one. Her name is Sabina, don't worry." The little lion's tone was like saying that he was wearing a scarf.
It's unrealistic to expect her to know. But Uriel could find no excuse for Roma to convince her friend to keep it a secret. Uriel had never seen another of Mr. Larson's apprentices while in the tower, and it seemed that no one in the entire tower had seen her except him. The girl was a recognized astrology genius, friendly and polite, and the apprentice didn't know what he had done, teaching her to avoid him like the plague.
"Say hello to her for me, Roma." But Uriel did not intend to improve the relationship in the communication. "I must remind you that when it comes to the unknown people, I am afraid that these historical records are confidential information of the tower."
"I'll keep it a secret. Who can I tell?"
I hope you don't say it in your dream. "Why did the Nameless One suddenly change his name?" Uriel brought back the topic.
"This part is not mentioned." Roma replied, "There is only an explanation about this name, uh, I mean Chuyuan. Do you still need it?"
"Say it." He jumped from the chimney into the opposite balcony without disturbing anyone. The thick smoke of dusk outlines the countryside, and the wheat fields are watched only by scarecrows. "Exactly every word, please."
"First Source is the name that comes from fire, because the flame of the soul is the only channel between mortals and mystery. From the Gospel of Change: The factor of order exists in the consciousness of living beings, and life is a gift of mystery. Those who selfishly go back to the source can only Jump and change to reach its limit.”
Uriel tried to understand: "Because fire is the source of mortal contact with mystery, is it the first source?"
"Absolutely." Roma answered him two seconds later. During this period, the apprentice heard the voice of a strange girl. "But why is the nameless person called Chuyuan?"
"Their fire is different from ordinary mysterious creatures. This may be the reason." This is considered a secret, but in the mysterious field, almost all organized mysterious creatures know about it. Roma would be an apprentice in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and she would have to be told sooner or later anyway. "besides……"
"The nameless one's fire is stronger?"
"That's right. What else? Just this paragraph?"
"The following is a magic text. I am too lazy to translate it. I will let Eberly tell you later. Sabina said that mystery determines whether it is powerful or not, and it has nothing to do with professional magic. So is the mystery of the Nameless One higher than us?"
Uriel climbed over the balcony and landed inside the wall. The figures of the two cross knights just disappeared at the end of the road. He hesitated for a moment, but still did not catch up. "No." Why are you so concerned about the unknown person? "Not necessarily. But if you encounter them, it's best not to let down your guard." Gunther and Hope are harmless demons, Witekshazo's lurking needs to obey the order, and the truly free members of the association, their danger No need to go into details.
"I will never let my guard down when I meet anyone."
If you knew you were talking to the devil, you probably wouldn't be so confident. "Good, we all have to cheer up. See you later, Roma."
The church was very quiet, and the clergy on the night shift were mentally exhausted, and they actually relied entirely on the foundation of divine magic. Moniantoros is no better than Eastman. Almost every church here will have a divine foundation. Every time Uriel sneaked into the church, this thing didn't have much effect. However, most nightingales are not clergy like him, nor do they have the crushing mystery of Joey or the demon lord. The magical foundation can indeed block most prying eyes. When they were in Beacon Town, the Cross Knights used It protects against attacks.
The paths are silent and deserted, the gardens are withered and brown. He walked quietly across the pond, and a bee flew out of the water lily. Maybe it was hoping there was still nectar in the wreckage? Uriel looked across the kitchen, where a wheel of cheese was moldy. The smell of decay floated in the corridors.
"Uriel."
The apprentice almost jumped with fright. Fortunately, Roma's voice is very distinctive and can teach people to distinguish it quickly. This little lion is still communicating? He grabbed the flower in confusion, wondering how it could break through the obstacles of the magical base. "You still here?"
"I never left. Are you at Gaia Church? I saw the choir."
"See?" The magic power he provided was not enough for them to communicate face to face. Uriel felt bad. There was something wrong here, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. "I see you, too." He caught a glimpse of the projected image, magic pollen as light as gas, drawing the appearance of Roma and another young girl. They lay down in front of the round table in the library, and Roma reached out to grab him. Her furry paws ran through the image, stirring up the particles and causing her companion to cough. "You caused pollen?"
"I didn't do it." The little lion said.
Soon he found out why. Uriel continued to move forward. The environment was so strange that he could foresee the danger even without using his spiritual vision...but luckily he used it.
The divine inscriptions are linked together to form a cage, and the light shines through the stone bricks. Uriel lowered his head, and the religious patterns rotated, making it dizzying. The candles were lit one by one, and the seats stood up, forming a silent and majestic procession of knights. Their armor is neither reflective nor eye-catching, like a black ocean.
"There is an ambush, Uriel!" Roma's reminder was always timely.
"It looks like this." The apprentice glanced around and noticed that the doors and windows had been closed tightly at some point. Divine magic is imprinted on every inch of the church. The nightingale has caught up with us.
It was a matter of time, Uriel understood. Although Glimmer Lord Anlini had been following them since they entered Monian Toros, his way of rescuing his compatriots was more than just following them along. After Uriel met him, the Society set its sights on other targets. It is obvious that the Church of Gaia does not care about the differences between attackers. The apprentice saw the seven-pointed star on the shoulder of the Cross Knight. These people are demon hunters. Their response was absolutely flawless.
"The time for judgment has come, heretic." The candle became brighter and brighter, illuminating the figure behind the brocade screen. "Only repentance can lead to salvation. Put down your weapons, the goddess is behind you." The monk told him.
"I agree with some of your points."
"Disagreements are inevitable. Only Gaia can understand your sins and confusions. Be cleansed, young man, and you can confide in Him at Baptism."
"It must not be holy water baptism." Uriel dropped the steel and drew out the golden sword. He heard gasping sounds from a distant tower. One of the two girls was frightened, most likely Sabina. Roma had seen the Mysteries of Pain and was unlikely to be afraid of a fight. With a wave of his hand, the magical prison was cut off by the rune sword, just like scissors cutting through cloth.
The monk stared at him: "You are a priest..."
No, I do not belong to your god. Uriel stepped over the steps in one step, and the blade slashed towards his chest. A monk's ribs are no stronger than a divine spell. He used the latter to resist, but was knocked back to the statue by his apprentice's sword.
"Get him!" the monk ordered.
The Knights of the Cross attacked. The space in the hall was narrow, and long weapons were an obstacle. With so many people coming forward together, it was hard to say what trouble they had caused Uriel. The apprentice swung his sword at the chandelier embedded with candles. The suspension rod snapped and the steel crashed down with a strip of orange-red light, driving into the floor like a wedge. Shock spread across the marble. The knights staggered here and there, trying to avoid the misty stone dust. The armor they wore didn't have to worry about this, but instinct made them retreat and the formation disappeared.
Uriel did not continue to deal with the seals on the doors and windows, and the priests had already begun to fight back. He got into the shadow of the pillar, and the flying divine chains also penetrated, and then chased him and emerged from the shadow on the opposite side. The apprentice was surprised. This was not something that could be done casually.
"Back!" Roma screamed.
Why are you still here? Uriel threw the rune sword out, and it stretched in mid-air, grabbing the chains that were chasing after him. The Cross Knight came around from behind the pillar and slashed at his shoulder and back. Uriel rolled back to the side and stood behind the knight.
Faced with the armor, fists seemed useless. Uriel grabbed the cross knight's back wrist and reached out to the visor with his other hand. There was a sound as if there was a steel collision. Uriel put down his arm, and pulled out the ice blade from the only narrow eye slit on the visor. Hot blood flowed down the blade, and mist emitted. The Crusader stopped struggling and his body fell to the ground.
