Monroe is still haunted by the past thirty years ago.
So much so that when he showed Chen Yi the diary, he couldn't stop crying.
"About your wife, how did Priest Stan answer you?" Chen Yi was silent for a long time and spoke.
Scholar Monroe's expression was dull and he said: "...She is already in hell."
Hearing this, Chen Yi wanted to say something, but she could only sigh silently in her heart.
"I... don't know if this is true. Maybe he is lying to me... The words of the Torment Temple are not credible." Scholar Monroe's pale eyebrows knitted together, "However, however... ."
Chen Yi didn't know how to comfort him. He had never seen hell, he only knew that he was moved.
"I don't know what to do. I love her, and I'm pretty sure that my love will be unswerving." Monroe said, wiping away his tears, shaking his head, and smiling with vicissitudes of life: "I wish I would go to hell after death. Well, apprentice, after all, gods will not go to hell themselves."
Chen Yi was stunned, and it took him a long time to finally say: "It doesn't have to be like this, Scholar Monroe, I believe your love will be reciprocated in the end."
"Why?"
“Because God hears.”
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Wait quietly until nightfall.
Chen Yi stayed in the study. The door was ajar as mentioned before. He didn't know when Hedwig would sneak into the crack of the door and take a look.
Picking out the materials brought from the academy, which was just enough for two ceremonies, Chen Yi took out the two cloths and picked out the one stained with the blood of the troll priest. The blood stains on it dried up. Chen Yi soaked the cloth strips in pure water. .
After a while, Chen Yi dipped into the liquid and drew a magic circle on the ground. After the pattern of the Circle of Truth appeared on the floor, Chen Yi hesitated for a moment and did as before, only writing three angels' names. .
He wanted to defend himself one more time.
That time before, I was able to cross over from the memory of the past to the place where Christopher was...
But this time, the troll priest is dead, and he doesn't know where he will go after watching the past scenes.
"It won't be hell, right?" Chen Yi muttered.
After all, believers in the Temple of Suffering often mention the hell created by the Lord of Suffering. It is estimated that this is the basis of the faith of the Temple of Misery.
After sprinkling the holy water, Chen Yi knelt down in front of the magic circle and closed his eyes.
Endure the pain and ascend to the Kingdom of God.
Because he killed the troll priest and Proust's sister, the lights in the clock tower of good and evil were lit a little.
At the same time, Chen Yi also noticed that although the other illusory bell tower was still generally broken, its base seemed to be completely repaired and the lights were slightly more bright than before.
After extinguishing the lights in the bell tower, Chen Yi cast a dim light and dropped his name on the magic circle.
Then, consciousness returns to the body.
"What is the purpose behind that prophecy? Who is controlling all this behind the scenes?" After silently reciting the answer he sought, Chen Yi chanted the ritual incantation to activate the singularity.
Chen Yi opened the spiritual vision eye in his hand, and the magic circle emitted blue light. Just like before, the three written names shone with golden light.
Chen Yi felt that his consciousness was gradually leaving, and the psychic scene was constantly changing.
A circular temple with a hollow circular skylight cuts the sunlight into something sacred and unreal.
Chen Yi saw Priest Stan standing in the shadows.
The elder in front of him was leaning on a cane, and his breath was like a candle.
"Elder, I have remembered the prophecy." Priest Stan bent down, lowered his head, and said with great respect, "I will understand the 'eyes' as soon as possible."
"Just remember, my co-worker." The elder said, stroking its thick head, "However, Lord, do not look directly."
Priest Stan nodded and asked, "Elder, where did this prophecy come from? And how was it obtained?"
The elder pondered for a moment, stared at the troll in front of him, and said slowly: "The Lord himself sent it down."
Chen Yi on the side fell into great shock, and then twisted his eyebrows.
That prophecy sent by the Lord of Suffering himself?
So much trouble...
Just for a priest within the church?
"It's our beloved Himself?!" Priest Stan realized something and hurriedly restrained his expression, his eyes trembled, and lowered his voice, "Why? Why? Such a blessing to me!"
The elder hesitated for a moment and was about to speak.
Then he actually wrinkled his face and slowly turned his head.
Chen Yi was shocked for a moment.
His eyes were going to where he was standing!
The psychic vision immediately rippled, and the sound and image became blurry and difficult to distinguish.
Chen Yi realized that this was the Temple of Misery’s shield against prying, divination, and prophecy.
After a long time, the picture slowly returned to normal.
Chen Yi saw Priest Stan, still standing in front of the elder.
"So that's it, I already understand. Even though He blessed me conveniently, my respect for Him cannot be increased." Priest Stan's face was full of respect.
It happened casually... This prophecy indeed had another purpose.
Chen Yi raised his eyes and saw the three names he had written from the Kingdom of God engraved on the circular skylight of the temple.
Chen Yi was not in a hurry to climb up, waiting for the scene in front of him to end.
"Elder, if I am unfortunate enough to die on the way, will my Lord still care for me?" Priest Stan asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, my co-worker." The elder smiled mysteriously, "You will fall into the hell created by our Lord."
Hearing this, Priest Stan panicked instantly: "Am I still going to fall into hell?!"
"Calm down, Stan," the elder said coldly: "That is the most special hell, the most perfect creation of the Lord of Suffering, and a blessing to us devout believers.
Even if there is no sun there, it is still the same as the human world.
There were kings, clergy nobles, and countless slaves.
You and I who are devout must be clergy nobles.
There is a huge tower that almost reaches the sky.
As long as you build it, even if you and I fall into hell, we can still return to the world. "
At this point, the scene completely stopped.
The memory began to fade inch by inch.
This is the end of channeling.
Chen Yi raised his head and stared at the three golden names on the circular skylight.
Faintly aware of something, Chen Yi flew towards it.
Touch the round skylight lightly.
The faded scene was stuck, Chen Yi looked around, strange colors filling every inch of the scene.
Time flows rapidly, from the past to the present.
Chen Yi waited quietly.
Even the light coming through the skylight is covered in dull colors.
Wait for the scene to stop flowing.
The four directions were dim, and the sky that should have been infinite was blocked by red and black land. It was like a cave, but infinitely vast, as if it was under the earth.
Chen Yi was shocked to realize that he had stepped into a dark place.
The surroundings were full of sand and gravel, and the earth beneath his feet was lifeless.
The cold and silent wind passed by, and Chen Yi's fingertips felt cold, and a depressing feeling surged up.
Gloomy, desolate and hopeless.
The color of the earth is like blackened blood.
Countless words appeared in that scripture and came to mind.
hell.
Chen Yi looked down at his body, which was empty and sacred.
Just like before when I made an appointment with Christopher.
Looking up at this land, I saw countless dark and illusory figures. They were souls who had no chance to enjoy the blessings of heaven.
In the distance, there was a cry of suffering, and Chen Yi vaguely felt a throbbing in the palm of his hand.
Nora Rich.
The old saying "save" trembles because you are in hell.
"Nora Rich, light the torch and dispel the darkness around me." Feeling the throbbing of the ancient words, Chen Yi recited softly.
In the palm of his hand, "Salvation" lit up with a subtle fire.
Use it yourself for lighting.
When the fire ignites.
The entire land, which was originally dead and hopeless, suddenly boiled.
Wails of fear, shrieks of tearing.
Countless ghosts, as if sensing something, turned around and stared greedily at the sudden firelight in the endless darkness.
The ghosts are like crucian carp in the water, swarming in one after another. Their shrill howls stir up waves of fishy wind, which is nauseating. In the gloom, the crackling sound of bones pumping makes people's scalp numb.
Chen Yi lowered his head.
At some point, scarlet blood rushed to his feet.
