Path of Light.

Chapter 83 84. Fireworks in the Rain
This mirror is no longer the image of the captain's bedroom, but the image of the warehouse of the temple.

Shelves, wooden boxes, and sundries, but there are no Holy Light candles and Priest Anderson in it.

Priest Andison sat in front of the mirror, but also couldn't see himself...

A skeleton with blue soul fire burning in its eye sockets actually appeared in the mirror. He carefully avoided the holy light, leaned against the edge of the warehouse shelf in the mirror, and put his head as close to the edge of the mirror as possible.

The skull twisted its bony neck, making a strange crackling sound.

The flames in the eye sockets are constantly beating.

"You are an ordinary elf now, and you think you can get the holy brilliance of the goddess in this way, Andison, stop wishful thinking." The skeleton said to Priest Andison with a dry smile.

Seeing Priest Andison's body shaking, he almost fell down...

The skeleton in the mirror put his hands full of white joints on the edge of the frame, and continued to say in a hoarse voice:
"Why don't you let me out, as long as you open the seal of this mirror, I can come out of it, I can help you draw a magic circle to hold a séance ceremony, if you are worried that I will not fulfill my promise, I can do it now Sign a magic contract, think about it, seeing your current poor state, there is not much time left for you."

Priest Andison frowned and did not speak.

Let him sign a contract with an undead?

He never thought about it...

Seeing that Priest Andison didn't respond, the skeleton continued to change his tone and teased him:
"The Statue of Liberty has abandoned you. You and your beliefs are just a pile of garbage discarded in the corner. Andison, if you don't hurry up and catch up with her, you will be abandoned in the elf continent."

"A devout believer, can't he give up everything to pursue his faith?"

As he said that, the skeleton in the mirror knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, imitating the way devout believers pray under the statue of gods...

After a few seconds of silence, the soul fire in the skull's eyes jumped up violently. He moved his bone-covered face to the edge of the mirror. Although there was a faint power of holy light that could burn him, he didn't care... …

Wisps of blue smoke even appeared on his bony face, but he still leaned against the edge of the mirror and said to Priest Andison in the meanest tone:
"But what about you, what have you done these days? Apart from waiting for the goddess' alms, what else is there to praise? No, you have always been so useless..."

The skeleton suddenly disappeared in the mirror.

Then he leaned against a darker corner of the mirror, smashed a piece of bone with a small hammer, put it into a stone mortar, and crushed it vigorously. Finally, he picked up a touch of white bone powder from the inside, and smeared it on the piece of bone that was slightly burnt. on the head.

The scorched black on the bones began to gradually fade, and the skeleton put the mortar on the shelf in satisfaction.

He said to Priest Andison outside the mirror:
"Andison, wake up!"

"She has already abandoned you. Listen to me, you can't perceive Shenghui because she completely abandoned you, and even abandoned the entire elf continent. If you can wake up now, you should join the Lich Lord's command, just Like me... Immortal, haven't you tasted the soul yet?"

He raised his head, opened his hands, and put on an extremely intoxicated look.

Priest Andison lowered his head, looking decadently at the skeleton performing in the mirror...

"I will prove to you that I have not been abandoned by the goddess, and I have never been."

Priest Andison's voice seemed weak... He couldn't even convince himself with these words.

Then he stood up abruptly, although his body was a little swaying, and he looked like a drunk drunk, but he still grabbed the linen on the wooden stand, walked to the front of the bronze mirror, and covered the bronze mirror.

"Hey……"

The skeleton in the mirror let out a hoarse call.

Priest Andison didn't respond to it anymore, but it became more anxious:
"Hey, Andison, where are you going, let me out, I can help you, I swear..."

The last few lines became hysterical:

"Hey... Hey! Don't go, only I can help you!"

The footsteps gradually died down, and finally there was a dull slam of the door.

……

In Castletown in early August, there were far more rainy days than sunny days.

The sky was cloudy, and the sky began to rain, but the rain was not heavy at first.

But when Roy walked out of the gate of the academy, a wind blew up on the sea, and the sea wind wrapped the rain and splashed on the pedestrians on the street. At this time, no umbrella was useless.

Roy wrapped the two textbooks in his clothes, and after standing in the rain for a while, his whole body was soaked.

Fortunately, the long carriage arrived in time, and he didn't have to wait too long in the rain.

Drenched into the carriage, Roy glanced apologetically at the coachman in the bamboo hat, and obediently threw a Kohler into the box.

There are not many passengers in the carriage. In this bad weather, the elves prefer to stay at home.

The guise hanging at the door of the shops on the street was shaken by blowing, and some metal plaques creaked. Some shopkeepers would sit in front of the window to enjoy the rain on the street.

Roy jumped out of the carriage at the intersection of Brown Street, and the waterline of the Darne River next to it continued to rise, submerging the stone steps by the river again.

He ran outside the gate of the Statue of Liberty in the rain, and found that there was a group of believers gathered at the gate of the temple under such heavy rain.

Both Jasper and Abt were guarding the door. They didn't wear rainproof cloaks, and the robes of the trainee priests on their bodies were tightly attached to their bodies after being soaked by the rain.

Both of them were drenched from head to toe, weeping and patiently telling the believers that today's assembly was temporarily cancelled.

Roy knew that Jasper was an optimistic half-breed elf. Even in those days when he was lying in bed recovering from his injuries, he didn't cry as much as he does today.

Roy realized that something must have happened in the temple, and he even canceled the gathering that was held only once a week.

He tried his best to squeeze in front of the crowd, and Jasper almost had a bad mood written on his face when he saw Roy was soaking wet.

"Jasper, what's the matter? What happened to the temple?" Roy asked, leaning forward and hugging Jasper's shoulder.

Jasper asked Abbott to stop the believer, pulled Roy through the iron gate, and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Anderson is performing a divine descent ceremony."

"what?"

Roy knew that only after passing the séance ceremony can a priest become a great priest.

The two priests in the temple are stuck on the threshold of being promoted to the Great Priest, but every time a priest is promoted, he needs to bathe in the holy light, but now the holy light of the Statue of Liberty has not appeared six months ago.

It is not easy for the current priests to ensure that they have enough power of the holy light in their bodies, let alone hold such a seance ceremony that requires a lot of power of the holy light.

"He wants to forcibly break through the boundaries of rank and be promoted to be a high priest?" Roy asked Jasper.

Jasper shook his head, covered his face with his hands, suppressed the grief in his heart and said:

"He just wanted to prove to everyone that the goddess' divine splendor still shines on the elf continent."

Roy couldn't understand Priest Andison's thoughts, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is it possible for the god descending ceremony to fail?"

The believers outside the gate of the temple left in the rain one after another. Abt walked in from the door, wiped the rain on his face, and said to Roy:

"You should ask if the god descending ceremony has any chance of success!"

"Is there?" Roy asked.

Abt didn't give a positive response, but just lowered his head and muttered: "The holy light can't even shine here, how could the goddess come?"

Roy asked again: "Then what will happen if Priest Andison fails to be promoted to Grand Priest if the séance ceremony fails?"

"Will be a martyr..."

Abbott glanced at Jasper and replied in a low voice.

The rain was getting heavier, and Priest Reed stood anxiously outside the main hall door, but he didn't see Priest Theodore...

According to the rules set by His Excellency Bishop Felix Mitchell, the rites of the priests are protected by the goddess and cannot be disturbed.

The three trainee priests were all wet from top to bottom, dripping water continuously.

"Go and change into dry clothes, the ceremony won't end so soon..."

Priest Reed said to them.

……

In the main hall, Priest Andison knelt in front of the Statue of Liberty. The howling wind and heavy rain outside the temple did not stop Priest Andison...

He held a sharp dagger in his hand, which was also covered with divine patterns. The edge of the dagger cut a wound in his palm, and the blood containing the holy light flowed out from the wound. He dipped his fingers in the Blood painted a divine pattern on the floor.

He is very focused, as if completely immersed in his own world.

Every stroke seems to consume a lot of energy, and he looks more and more haggard, with almost no expression on his thin face.

He just kept chanting a prayer in his mouth.

The relief of the Statue of Liberty looked at everything that happened in the temple with pity, and the eyes carved in stone were cold and piercing.

After Priest Andison finished drawing the divine patterns for the séance ceremony by himself, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a 'plop'.

His face was pressed against the cold stone slab, and his body was prostrate in the divine pattern, but the holy prayer in his mouth was not interrupted because of this...

The power of holy light that was almost dried up on Andison's body began to inject into the divine pattern, and his body began to twitch violently...

With a prayer, the ceremony began.

The holy light in his body dried up quickly, his skin shriveled, and the elf's long life was continuously withdrawn from his body, maintaining the operation of the magic circle of divine patterns.

He went crazy, and with the last bit of persistence in his heart, he kept chanting prayers.

A pillar of holy light appeared in the divine pattern circle, and this pillar of light rushed out of the roof of the main hall in an instant and passed through the dense dark clouds.

The holy light exploded in the clouds, like a gorgeous firework blooming in the night sky.

In an instant, even the dense dark clouds were blown out of a big hole.

A ray of sunlight shone through the hole, and Roy even saw the blue sky outside the hole.

Then the beam of light turned into countless leaves of holy light, which fell from the sky one after another.

Before the leaves of the holy light fell to the ground, they all dissipated in the heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)