Since he stepped into this place, the situation was no longer included in the plan. Uriel was more concerned about the earthquake than the immediate crisis. After the buzz of the sword blade, the ground began to shake and the glass trembled.
"Tattoo" Jizuk's face was covered with frost and he stood motionless. Perhaps he was considering rushing over to find out the truth about the strange events in the Bible. Wizard Linde's gloomy eyes moved from the Scroll of Oath to the apprentice, and he took a step closer to him. "What good thing did you do?"
"Honestly? I hope so."
Another wave of shock came, and Lind almost lost his balance. "You'd better not play any tricks, Master Messenger. Otherwise, you will inevitably suffer."
"You should go and warn the person who caused the shock. It's useless to tell me." Uriel replied, "Everyone with normal hearing knows that it is impossible for the ring steps to make such a big noise. I also want to ask you, Linde, is it possible? Is there another moon city hidden under the Cathedral of Anthoros?”
"Stop talking nonsense. You..."
"Shut up, everyone." Jizuk ordered impatiently. No one dared to contradict him. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will cut out your tongues. Especially you, Uriel, don't think about irrelevant things."
Do you want me to think about things related to the Scroll of Oath so that you can peep on it? Uriel tried hard to distract his thoughts, trying to resist the magic of "tattoo". Jizuk turned his head and glanced. The apprentice was stiff, and his eyes were much more threatening than Lind's.
"Tattoo" seemed pleased with his reaction. "Very well. Now tell me, Uriel, what does this sound mean?"
"It has something to do with the Bible... the Covenant of St. Milende... that sword..." Uriel thought of something and said, "Confessions... Induction... Seven Lamps... Damn it." Despite this, the control thought was still there. not easy. The secret garden of Shimmering Forest came to his mind. "Same as then...Mabel...no! She just...lived there, and I was looking for any sign of Roma...We met the Bearer of the Bible. And now he's here."
In response to his efforts, Jizuk twitched the corner of his mouth, seeming to have discovered something interesting. "who?"
What else can be done? I have to mention him anyway. Uriel closed his eyes, feeling the fear of having his secret exposed in the eyes of his enemy. "Demon Lord."
The loud rumbling sound was like thunder coming. The vibration was far greater than the previous one, and even the chandelier in the center of the hall was shaking. Cracks spread in the thick walls, and his world was shaken. Uriel turned around and held the golden sword in his hand again. Regardless of fate... no, it's how order arranges it next. I have to get through this hurdle first.
A smile of joy and surprise flashed across "Tattoo's" face. Linde couldn't laugh. The wizard suppressed his anxiety, his eyes almost fixed on the apprentice's hand: "Give the Bible to your Excellency first, Uriel."
"I thought you were thinking about how to deal with demonic attacks." He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Is the survival of Anthoros not as important as the Bible?"
"You are colluding with the devil!" the wizard shouted, "how dare you talk nonsense here?"
"To the church, the wizards of the Silent School are the most blasphemous demons." This fool knew nothing, but he happened to tell the truth. "You use people's beliefs to extract wealth, use the church as a factory to produce soldiers, and force devout monks to become unscrupulous fanatics. Peyton Forest deserves to die, and you wizards should not live freely. Collusion with the devil? Me I really wish I had the courage to do that so that the demon lord could destroy this church! Everyone witnessed a group of demons in human skin burning innocent people with unwarranted guilt on the streets. Mortals cheered and sent their children to the slave market. This damn place What is wrong with the world?”
Wizard Linde raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. "Tattoo" Jizuk waved his hand, and the magic changed the mystery. Uriel found it difficult to breathe. He dropped his sword and groped for his throat. When the air in his lungs was exhausted, he could not control the strength disappearing from his limbs rapidly, his ears buzzed, and spots flashed in front of his eyes due to lack of oxygen. witchcraft? Or other means? He couldn't think. By the time the apprentice realized he was gasping for air, he had fallen to the carpet. Mystery let him go.
"It is a betrayal for a creature of order to support a demon, Uriel." Jizuk's tense features stretched out, his eyes never leaving the cracks in the wall. "Watch your tongue, or I will punish you for your slip of the tongue." A crown appeared above his head, and the apprentice kept blinking before he could see clearly the symbol belonging to the Pope of Gaia.
Suddenly, a thought passed through my mind. he does not know. Uriel forced himself to pick up his weapon. He didn't read my thoughts. Gods above, how is that possible? When it comes to the Black Knight, the apprentice can hardly control himself from thinking about his own secret. But "Tattoo" Gizuk only thought he was slandering the church. This speculation seems to be based on luck, but now I believe it has merit.
The architects of the Cathedral of Antroos would not have dared to cut corners like its clergy. The walls of the temple are strong and thick, filled with stones and magic. But no matter how strong this ornate high wall, which is comparable to a city defense, is, its glorious moment has passed. The cracks first spread like a spider web, then gradually deepened and expanded into a round surface. The flakes of marl were half a finger thick. When the first relief on the edge fell, a chain reaction tore off an entire row of flying angels.
These exquisite decorations are almost works of art, and the only flaw left by the carver is that they cannot actually fly. Uriel slowly backed away, suspecting that the side wall would shatter in the next moment.
But someone grabbed his arm and locked the joint backwards. "You're not going to leave those two heretics and run away, are you?"
"I will never run away." The apprentice tried to shake him off, but failed. "Thought I was you, Linde? You misjudged me."
"I don't trust you, damn Tower Apprentice."
"As you wish. Get out of here first."
"I understand the astrologers. The prophet allowed you to appear here not necessarily because of the White Envoy." Lind Punabag's eyes were filled with unwillingness, but Uriel focused all his attention on the bright fire sensor. On the magic ripples. "They think you are not in danger, and they think that the Silent School will have difficulty dealing with you! How is this possible? You must have escaped, Uriel, when the demon lord attacked."
Just tell me where Gandrias is, Uriel thought. Only a madman would want to stay. He had to admit that the wizard's guess was correct. It was a consolation, at any rate, that the prophet did not recall him to the tower. "Since you don't trust Mr. Tattoo's ability, well, what do you think we should do?"
"I already told you."
At this moment, the crack completely turned into a hole. The entire wall fell backwards, like a landslide. Uriel had no time to defend himself with magic and was pulled to the edge of the seat by the wizard. Splashes of powdery gravel enveloped them. In the smoke and dust, the apprentice turned sideways with his eyes closed, threw the wizard out from behind, and escaped from his grasp.
When Uriel could see the scene in front of him clearly again, the abnormal fire was already close at hand. A suitcase clattered through the smoke and opened in front of his toes. It's definitely a mysterious object, but it clearly has little to do with the Bible. The apprentice didn't have time to take a closer look, so he immediately turned over the seat and looked around cautiously.
Next to the hall is a magnificent altar, separated by a corridor, but now it has been opened into a crossroads. A plaster white dove rested on the edge of the altar. Its huge wings completely blocked the breach, and its beak extended into the corridor, diagonally cutting through the wall here. The previous Norn reliefs combined were not as big as a feather.
The colors are not as bright as it is. Uriel watched the dark red liquid flow out from under the white pigeon's head, which made people's hair stand on end. He barely noticed that there seemed to be something underneath, but for the sake of the gods, no one could see clearly the original appearance of the fragments unless Ackroyd, the dragon of time, came to rescue him.
Wizard Linde was stunned: "The messenger relief on the dome...who did this?"
"The blasphemous guy." A man dressed as a traveler emerged from the smoke. His coat was scratched all over and his forehead was still bleeding. Still, he didn't look troubled or frightened.
"'Weird Expert' Oz Cranky" Sauron reminded him at the right time.
Another law wizard. Uriel didn't know what his luck was. But it seemed to make no difference to him whether it was one or two. This man has neat short white hair, his facial features are a bit like those of a southerner, and he has a thick, soft gray beard on his chin. There was a deep wound on the upper side of his eyebrow bone, and blood dripped into his eyebrow and slid down the bridge of his nose. After seeing Uriel, he threw away his coat and kicked the bird's beak that was blocking the way. The plaster broke into two pieces and rolled aside with a rumble.
Uriel suddenly realized what he was going to do, so he picked up the suitcase and handed it to him when the other party approached. The "weird expert" raised his eyebrows and reached out to take it. "You don't need me to remind you? I'm afraid your mentor is very lucky to have an apprentice like you."
"Easy job, Your Excellency. It seems inconvenient for you."
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"Demon Lord. Undead Knight. If it weren't for the wrong place, I would have thought he was a cross knight of the church." Oz said, "The sword is in his hand. But don't worry, Punabag, your nomination is still there. There’s something going on. The Black Knight also brought the Holy Code.”
The wizard reacted. "I will immediately seek help from the school, Your Excellency."
"It's best not to mention the Bible and just talk about the starless night attack on Antrolos Cathedral." Uriel's heart skipped a beat, and then he realized that the "weird expert" had turned his attention to him. "I have long wanted to meet you, Uriel, Croita's messenger. How much do you know about your Bible?"
