"Have you had enough?" Ring asked him.
Uriel closed the door. It was dark inside, just a warehouse with old equipment. Outside the corridor, thunder exploded. "I just came back to the tower after having enough fun, Sauron." He pushed open the next door.
There are many people in the tower and countless rooms. Many people live here, with laboratories or classrooms opposite the door, and their neighbors are colleagues or emissaries on duty. Most apprentices are not allowed to live in the headquarters, and even if allowed, they are not allowed to go to the rooms at the top of the tower - not to go, let alone live. The exception he knew was Roma, Larsen's adopted daughter.
Uriel himself was an exception. Bai Zhishi's address is in the conference hall where the fateful meeting is held, and he lives in the lounge. Apprentices sometimes went to find him, but they could only climb to the top floor and knock on the door of the lounge.
When he went there today, the door was locked. So the apprentice used "spiritual vision" to break into the door and found that there was no one inside, so he had to return to reality without finding anything.
"No one's here," he said to the empty room in front of him. This is the same as what he saw in his "spiritual vision".
Sauron was too angry to respond, probably because he was planning the ceremony. No one from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came forward, and the law enforcement team caused a lot of trouble. It was troubled by this. But Uriel didn't care.
"Where is the Prophet?" he asked, "Where is the White Envoy?"
Somehow, since escaping from the Great Hall, the apprentice has felt a deep sense of fear. Maybe it's because of fear. Staying at the ceremony will only expose the devil's nature... I would like to thank Guan Peng and his lunatic men, otherwise what reason can I find to leave?
"Help me, Sauron."
The ring couldn't bear it. "I've helped you enough"
"Where is Mr. Larson? I need to find him."
"Why? Uriel, something has been wrong with you since you came back.』
"You will know the answer, with Lord Prophet." This is the tower. If I speak, I will be heard. He only has one chance.
What's more, the apprentice couldn't imagine Sauron's reaction after learning the truth. Will it still help me? It's not Qiao Yin after all. Every time I say something wrong, Qiao Yin will turn off the runes on the ring. In the beginning, when I was setting fire to Yotsuye Castle, it was the messenger who told me to keep it a secret. And Sauron Gessen is the token issued by Croyin Tower to Destiny ***, and the rune life will never betray the tower.
I do not know either. The apprentice wanted to say. But he didn't want to betray the goddess either. Why do the Order and the Secret Societies have to be so hostile? He is the "King" and his death should be the end of everything. He should have died long ago. There is no devil in this world. The Nameless One was once the original source, blessed by the gods with talents...
"I know what you look like," Sauron wrote bitterly, "just because the devil looks like a human, you immediately started to be merciful, eh?" You don't like orderly things, don't you? I knew it earlier
"That's right." Uriel replied, "You should know what this is like."
"The Demon Society is the culprit of the War of Dawn and the source of peace and turmoil in this thousand years. Do you want everyone to forgive them?"
"What the fuck does the war criminals of those days have to do with the unknowns of today?"
"I didn't force you to do it either! This matter has nothing to do with you and will not tarnish your honor. Aren't you satisfied? You want peace, and so do mortals! There is always someone who has to carry a knife, it doesn’t matter whether you like it or not.” Sauron pointed out, “You asked me what the current association has to do with the “Video of Dusk”? Uriel, there are some connections in this world that are not based on blood, and you know it best.』
The apprentice bit his lip. Night fell outside the window, a bolt of lightning flashed across, and rumbles of thunder shook the glass. "Let's not discuss these things," he finally told it.
"It's time for the ceremony to end. No one from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is present." Sauron coldly put aside the topic, "The master will probably be disappointed with you."
You know nothing. "He won't." Uriel walked into the stairwell and climbed to the upper level. "He is my mentor, my friend, maybe more than that." I have no secrets in his eyes, but I don't feel fear. "He wanted me to choose."
"Do you think you can guess his thoughts? Don't be stupid, you just haven't encountered it before! If the master wants to hold you accountable for your fault, it is a trivial matter to clean up the law enforcement team, so you have to leave in the middle of the ceremony..."
The careful yet careless Sauron and Uriel couldn’t laugh or cry. Dear, dear ring friends, it has always been for me. What will you say to me when the truth comes out?
No doubt, Uriel thought, I would lose it, and Mr. Larson and Roma, and everything Cloyinta had given me. Except Qiao Yin.
"I wish I could do as you say, Sauron. But I have a mission."
"What a damn mission!" it's out of the question! Demon hunting and the war of order, do you think it’s just playing house? How do you convince the prophet? Those devotional words to Gaia? We are the winner! Damn it." The ring kept flashing, "When everyone expects to make great achievements, you are playing the opposite tune. What do you think they are?"
"Mortals trapped in injustice may die in the next second."
"Merciful Messenger of Gaia!" I think they are just the same without you. You ungrateful bastard, there will be times when you will regret it." It never spoke again.
Uriel had no choice but to let it go. Sauron didn't know his secret, so he tried to persuade him repeatedly. It would be great if I really ordered my life. But until then, would I still be willing to help the secret society? If the nameless people are not my compatriots, if I don't understand their pain at all...he himself doesn't know the answer.
With a sound of "Kacha", the strong wind blew open the window. Amidst the sound of rain and thunder, Uriel heard a faint conversation coming from the balcony above his head. He looked up and found the room on the upper floor facing the observation deck. When I passed by before, there was no one inside... The apprentice felt that the person coming was probably Mr. Larsen, the "Eye of Iron".
During the war, the viewing platform was strictly off-limits. After Uriel returned to the tower, he heard rumors that it was haunted. No one wants to come near except the great astrologer. But now he doesn't care so much.
But after climbing in from the balcony, the room was empty and there was no one around. A mahogany rocking chair stood still in the corner, the footstool was facing the door, and there was only dust on the floor. There was no heat source in the room, and there was no fog on the balcony glass.
Uriel walked across the carpet, turned the handle, and found that the door was locked, with no gaps around it. He poked his head out of the balcony again and saw that the observation deck opposite was dark and silent.
No one is there. The apprentice thought. Who was speaking before? Or is it an hallucination caused by my many predictions? He had no extra energy to distinguish. It's so cold here. Uriel looked around and prepared to leave.
"Don't leave me, Uriel," a soft voice said, "Come to me."
Uriel turned around suddenly. The rocking chair was facing away from him, swaying slightly as if someone was sitting on it. The shadows swayed.
"Who's there?" he asked.
The light of the Broken Moon passed through the clouds and mist, illuminating the room. nobody. Uriel felt like he had been fooled. Being deceived by your own fantasies and auditory hallucinations is undoubtedly the case. There is a price to pay for using high-level mysterious items. He has not consumed magic power at such a high intensity for a long time, so he has frequent illusions. I'm so nervous, but who can calm down at this time!
"Come here quickly."
The sound is like a thread, drilling into the heart. The apprentice froze on the spot, gasping for air. Familiar voice, familiar outline. God, this can't be true. Wake up, this is just an illusion.
He turned around in despair. "Parsur...?"
She was standing next to the rocking chair, only a yard away from the apprentice. Her posture was that of a young girl, her hands cunningly hidden behind her back. The moonlight flows down from her soft hair, and a white wax branch wraps around her forehead, with slender leaves and glittering dewdrops. The Blue Saint of Ancient Saint Valoran looked at him quietly, her eyes full of love and compassion.
It seems real. Uriel couldn't help but stretched out his arms, but he didn't dare to touch them. I hope it's true too. Is it possible that I am already so vulnerable?
Parsul smiled, and she hugged his shoulders tightly, resting her fingers on the back of his crest. "You are so tired these days, my dear." Her voice was softer than her eyes, "I miss you so much."
"Me too." The apprentice said involuntarily.
"He left you here, all alone. It wasn't right."
"It's my fault." Uriel replied, "I wanted to leave the tower, I..."
"…
...just follow your heart. What's your fault? These are all your childhood memories. In the monastery, the monks gave you Gaia and her scriptures and cultivated you to grow up. You will always have a part of her. "
Astrologers say that hallucinations are human expectations, the most realistic thoughts. Does this mean I want approval from others? Uriel wasn't sure.
"What others say doesn't count." Parsul whispered in his ear, "You just want his approval."
"I've already asked him."
"Forget it, you and I both know what kind of person the messenger is. There are some things he will never say, in fact, most of them. The gods punish him by teaching him to have a mouth but not use it." She was affectionate He touched Uriel's hair. "I have to take my place."
"Parsur..."
She did not continue to speak, but hugged him harder. Uriel could personally feel the strong and calming influence contained in her petite body, just like the flame to winter and the dawn to night. When she speaks affirmatively, then there is no doubt that you are on the right track; when she expresses understanding, then she is another you in this world. Parsour has this ability.
From her, Uriel could see what he had and what he lacked, as if she were a mirror of his own soul. She made him believe that she would give him love and expectations unconditionally, even across the boundaries of life and death.
"Oh my God." Uriel heard his voice become slurred, "Oh. I really don't understand why I saw you."
"Connection," she said softly, "You and I, Uriel, are emotionally connected. This is a rare companionship, just like your prayer to Gaia. The gods are by your side to guide you. , understand you, forgive you, respond to your pleas."
"Even though I'm so small..."
"Even though we are dispensable," Parsur said quietly, "it is always like this for others."
On the way to Antroros, Uriel had never been so confused. "What else can I do? Even if someone understands me, even if I fulfill my responsibility, in the end it is not me who decides everyone's fate. What else can I do?"
Parsur smiled again. The apprentice couldn't see it, but heard her laughter. "If you ask Qiao Yin, he will definitely tell you to turn around and leave. It's best to never come back."
"That would be a breach of oath."
"Do you think it was right or wrong for me to refuse to send my people to the battlefield before I left Saint Valoran?" Uriel couldn't answer, and Parsur let go. "In any case, for Heather, for mercy, for my life faith...my oath, I deprived them of the right to defend their homeland."
"this is not your fault."
"That's it. The root cause is the enemy. The empire back then was invincible, and we could only take what we wanted."
Take whatever you ask for. "The Prophet is not the emperor of Aurenia, nor is he MacAdam. He is the saint who saved Knox, the companion and friend of the "Victor". "
"Except for the prophet himself, everyone else is dead. Tell the truth, Uriel, are you afraid of him?"
Uriel couldn't deny it. He had already considered the worst ending and had countless nightmares of being burned and interrogated. After all, Uriel is a living body of flesh and blood, and he cannot maintain the courage to bear the flames calmly. After a short period of fearlessness, I will probably look as ugly as all those who are executed. I don’t know how they are going to explain to Roma...
Parsur didn't need an answer from him. Bang bang. Bang bang. She could undoubtedly hear his heartbeat.
"I..." Uriel's throat slid up and down, "I have to find the Prophet."
Parsur raised his hand and pointed at the locked door. Uriel subconsciously turned his head to look. At this time, the strong wind suddenly vibrated the glass, making a sharp and hoarse shattering sound. The apprentice felt his eyes darken and lost Parsuer's figure. He looked out the window at the night sky and saw that the clouds were rolling in and the moon was gone.
...the sound of walking. Uriel was stunned for a moment. The light from the corridor came through the crack in the door, and someone ran past the door. Gradually, people's conversations and laughter came from outside the corridor, which seemed like a completely different world from the stormy balcony.
Uriel hesitantly reached out and pushed the door open. Card
. The door is unlocked.
The door of the observation deck is facing the room, with only a corridor in between. A portrait of a woman hangs by the handle, sitting upright with a serious face. The name tag below reads: Shaye Servais. There is a night whispering ring between her fingers, carved from gemstones.
No one needs to remind him, Uriel knows that the great astrologer "Eye of Iron" is probably at the observation deck at this moment.
But he didn't expect anyone else to be there. "She's gone!" Helen's voice penetrated the door panel, and the emotion contained in it made the apprentice's heart skip a beat.
With a bang, the door to the observation deck opened, and his hand hit the portrait's face. "The Witch of Destiny" Her Excellency Helen Dorothea stepped out like a gust of wind. When she passed by Uriel, she stopped and her lips moved a few times, but she made no sound. The apprentice wanted to say something, but Helen shook her head, sighed, and left.
"There seems to be something wrong with the little lion's ceremony." Sauron came online again, "But it's more likely that the girl ran away again."
"Something is not right." Uriel reached his heart and understood what the witch had not said. "She probably wanted to ask me about the whereabouts of the prophet." But the apprentice obviously couldn't answer. Both of them knew this very well.
"Don't bother trying, look, even Helen can't find him," Ring pointed out disdainfully, "If the prophet doesn't want to be found, you won't be able to win this hide-and-seek in this life."
Uriel frowned: "Helen actually wants to find the prophet. What happened to Roma? Isn't she preparing for the promotion ceremony?"
"It's not like there's no possibility of failure," the ring reminded, "That's right, even if you change your goal and find the little lion..."
Or a prophet. He is the answer to all problems and an astrologer can always find anyone. Uriel stepped through the door and met Larsen face to face.
The other party didn't seem surprised. "You guys are really incompetent." The professor of the astronomy room sighed, "Let's go, I will take you to find the instructor, otherwise you may have to go to another room. I have already seen you get out of the drawing room that is under repair. .”
Uriel didn't expect it at all. "Uh, is it the White Envoy...?"
"Master Prophet. Demosis. He is my mentor." Larsen opened the note and turned to the next page. The content above made him frown. "follow me."
Uriel followed anxiously. Every time he saw the prophet, he would subconsciously feel guilty. But the opportunity cannot be missed.
Just walking, the apprentice became suspicious. "Stargazing Room?" The strange giant floating pointer and the lonely red door indicate the characteristics of this place. "I promise I've been here, sir, and there's no one in there."
"You can only see him during certain times." Larsen reached out and fiddled with the air. Not far away, the suspended pointer swayed out of thin air with his movements, and Uriel heard a pleasant ringing sound.
They turned around. Doors of different colors emerged from the wall and were lined up with the red door. The apprentice couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Larsen walked to the red door first and pulled it open. There is no red river, there is just an ordinary study room layout behind the door, only the sound of wind, rain and thunder is isolated. Uriel reluctantly followed, feeling uncomfortable all over.
The Saint of the High Tower, "Dark Night Awakening" Demosis, sat quietly in a high-backed chair, with a map spread out flat on the table in front of him, without a single wrinkle. He had a stack of unopened letters in his hand. When he saw someone breaking into the door, he didn't seem to be interrupted in his work at all.
In fact, the saint waited for his guests to arrive with great leisure, as if they had arrived as promised. "You look well dressed," the prophet said to Uriel. "Did you enjoy the ceremony?"
Calm. Stay calm. "I am not participating, my lord. There is some news from outside the tower that I think you should know."
But the prophet turned his head. "What about you, Professor?"
"The law enforcement team of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is becoming more and more rampant, and the Affairs Department has been unable to bear it. Soon the situation will be out of my control." Larson shrugged, "I am not good at this, sir. But compared with internal affairs, the order front The progress was in an orderly manner. The astronomy room also discovered the devil's lair - Byrne, and was able to quickly gather forces to finish it off. It can be seen that it is most efficient to let professionals do their job. "
Gods save me. Uriel felt that every drop of blood in his veins had solidified into ice. It shouldn't be like this. he thought blankly. I missed? There should be one day left, it should still be...
"Found it?" asked the prophet. His tone was not as calm as his expression. Mr. Larson assured him with a nod.
At this moment, Uriel couldn't bear it anymore. "It is absolutely true," he blurted out, "because the King of the Starless Night is dead."
Silence suddenly fell on the room. Uriel's heart was beating wildly, and he didn't know where to look. In the corner of his eye, the runes on the ring suddenly stopped, and Mr. Larsen frowned in thought.
At this time, the prophet let out a chuckle. "Who would have imagined that he once stood in front of me, no higher than his knees, with his brother. They were just kids to me. I watched him grow up and wear a crown... It seemed like everyone There is a final day.”
Somehow, as he sighed, Uriel felt a strange sense of tranquility. "I killed him with my own hands," he told them. "McAdam, King of the Nameless Ones, he is dead."
The atmosphere changed quietly. Larsen immediately spoke: "This doesn't sound true, sir. The whereabouts of the king are unknown for the time being. The Alliance of Order has..."
"I entered Bain City, stayed there for more than ten days, and found Mr. "Yeyan". He is a Sita and the "Lord of the Fire Moon". ” Uriel interrupted him. "The king was sealed in the palace by the undead lord. I killed him."
Even when he heard about the death of "The King", Larson was not so shocked. He was almost speechless. And the prophet crossed his hands and took a deep breath.
"In order to find this nightingale, you have really done a great job, Uriel. It is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle." He turned to Larsen, "A suitable good news, eh? That's right. Notifying our allies that it is time to act."
Larsen gave the apprentice a deep look. "It is up to you to contact Mr. "Second Truth." In addition, since we have found Mr. Yeyan, the Holy Council of Radiance and the Oath Keepers Alliance can also make corresponding requests. "
Uriel took a step back. "The second truth...?"
"If I were to bring it up, Yin Wenjielin would not just pay the bill. After all, I am involved in this plan itself. Thank God she didn't come to accuse me." The prophet winked at the apprentice happily, "Leave the opportunity to us. When the hero is good, treat it as a reward. The Knight of Proverbs will not speak loudly, so he will take advantage of those Sita." He remembered something. "Larsen, you are responsible for giving him some advice. Sometimes you can't be too merciful, otherwise people will think it's not difficult. Just giving favors is not the way to negotiate."
"I understand, my lord."
This was not the answer Uriel wanted to hear. "No. No." He raised his voice unconsciously, "The king is dead, why do we continue to hunt demons?"
"Uriel!" Those in the association are demons with blood debts, not mortals." The ring suddenly tightened. "Show me the occasion," it warned.
"I know you mean well, kid," Larson advised gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But we can't just stop. Victory is right in front of us, and we have already sacrificed a lot."
"What you want is not victory," Uriel pointed out.
"That's enough," Sauron said angrily, "What do you think the Nameless One is?" Haven't you ever seen the devil when he's crazy?"
Larson wanted to say something else, but the prophet raised his hand to silence them. The saint looked at him with bottomless black eyes, as if looking at a minor who thought he understood the truth. "The Ethereal Abyss is a very destructive secret. You've seen it shatter islands, haven't you? It can make you traumatized and make you feel small. But don't worry, kid. It's terrible for people to be afraid of the power to change the world. It's normal." He reassured.
islands. Uriel's stomach churned. normal. What he thought of was the death pit where the vampire prince cultivated potions, and the beach littered with corpses. They were all shattered, not just the islands.
"This costs a lot of resources, and it is not easy to activate the secret... but our allies need it. One blow will seal the victory and save a lot of meaningless losses. The warriors will be grateful to the gods for their mercy - don't do this, We call it a mistake
. Inaction is incompetence on the part of those in power, Uriel. "
"Inaction can avoid a lot of unnecessary massacres! This damn war was started by us. The king is dead, the association is broken, and killing the nameless people is a complete atrocity! Is this the mercy of the gods, or is it a manifestation of your mercy?"
The saint put away his smile. "You know nothing, young man. You don't understand. It's better to turn to the gods than to us right now. After all, the gods have been gone for a long time, and Knox has no need for their care. Even if they come back, they won't be able to do it. Even better. Even gods are not omnipotent."
"In the time of the Ancestors, the Nameless Ones were just the First Origins. They were not threatened, but were sought after. Could it be that because some of them betrayed the order, all the First Origins became the Nameless Ones? Is the defense of order achieved by exterminating the aliens? "
"No one likes extinction, Uriel." The Saint said sternly, "This is a battle for survival, and any nameless person is a potential threat. You know so little about Knox that you think the Society is just a gathering of demons. Is the earth so simple? They can connect to hell! The real hell is not the fallen plane of Gavash, but the birthplace of evil dragons and demon legions! There are two out of one, and the nameless ones and their evil talents must be completely ended. Now you understand?"
It was difficult for him to stand still. He couldn't explain why. Maybe it was because of the power of "changing the world" or some "evil talent". "In addition to demons, many factors may lead to crises." Uriel said softly, "If the nameless people died not for their sins but for their potential threats, then who can pose the greatest threat to the mysterious realm now? "
"Dark Night Qiming" stared at him. "You're making me angry, kid. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time." The prophet lowered his hand. The moonlight was bright, and the shadow of my thumb just fell on the capital of the Bures Empire. "You are right. I have also made mistakes, which have caused unparalleled troubles. Many people and things have paid a heavy price for this..."
Uriel raised his head. Larsen frowned upon hearing this, somewhat in disbelief.
"...But remember, Uriel, we are the guardians of order, and destruction is just a means. Order is not justice, mercy, or virtue. It is neither beautiful nor ideal. Order does not require any kind of noble character or morality. It is dominated by the social atmosphere, because it was born in the collective, and from the moment of its birth, it has been the cornerstone for everyone to live on. In fact, it is the most reasonable answer that is suitable for the world."
Uriel was silent. It seemed like a century had passed, and he didn't know how to answer. Apart from the order given by the prophet, he had no second answer. Because he never regarded himself as a person in power, and he never thought of fighting to protect order. He clearly knows that his weapons are not truth and philosophy, so he cannot defeat his opponent no matter what. At this moment, the only thing the apprentice can do is not to lose and be convinced.
"I quit." Uriel took off his ring and put it on the prophet's desk. "Guarding order is more difficult than finding Lord Ye Yan. I can't do it. Please allow me to resign, sir."
The prophet finally frowned. "Resign? Where are you going after that?"
"Follow my conscience, my lord. Perhaps the secret society needs me."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Uriel Sauron couldn't help but write. Larsen looked at him in surprise.
The saint did not answer. Uriel could feel the certainty in his eyes. He actually knew. The apprentice thought. Why can I enter Bain, why can I return to the tower. Maybe he had noticed that I was avoiding the fire ritual.
Say it. Uriel took a deep breath. Say it, you liar.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered, "but I..."
...a chirp. The small, light sound was like the friction of gravel, but it was clearly heard by everyone in the room. Uriel saw a strange ripple spreading behind the high-backed chair, but he had no time to speak. There was a flash of light from Demosis's chest, like metal and crystal, bringing out bright red liquid. His gasp was masked by Larsen's exclamation. The thing disappeared in the blink of an eye and reappeared under his Adam's apple. Uriel held his breath, his mind going blank. The prophet lowered his head and raised his hands to his chest.
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Another sound. Mr. Larsen passed him, only to fall back even faster. Uriel froze in disbelief. The Tower Seer continued to touch his throat, but he slipped from his chair and blood gushed out, staining his robes and pocket watch red. Under the moonlight, he slowly curled up, grew older, and became beyond recognition.
I've met this man. Uriel thought confusedly. That river of blood. Manet. I have seen. Blood red prophecy. Manet and Edward the Barber. Bodies drifting by. The old man, the middle-aged man with a broken leg, Sister Manai... In the real Red Prophecy, they died one by one, and the body that appeared first died the last...
The undead in black armor stepped out of the shadows, holding a white bone sword. Nadia calls it "the key." His silhouette was bathed in moonlight.
The blood of the prophet runs down the blade of the Black Knight.
