savior epic

Chapter 176

Mad John put down the slate in his hand.

His face turned ferocious, facing Chen Yi, he squeezed his voice and said: "Stop."

"You know, I have no ill intentions towards you." Chen Yi reiterated.

"I know, I know I thank you for your previous answer!" Madman John's pupils were red, and he uttered each word with difficulty and madness, "You don't even know what I saw inside?!"

Chen Yi looked straight at Madman John, completely different from the latter, his tone was flat, "What did you see? It made you crazy and your faith collapsed.

It keeps you puzzled until now. "

Madman John pressed his palms with two long fingernails to the ground, he stood up abruptly, and cast his eyes towards the tall black shadow, his blood red eyes were particularly conspicuous.

"There used to be a dead soul there. Did you satisfy your curiosity?! Get out of here! Get out of here! Ah! That number four dead soul almost swallowed me, and the influence is still there today"

Mad John prostrated himself on the ground, arched his back, and barked like a wild dog.

"St. Madre, St. Madre. Why can't I get over the dog-raised saint! Only detachment can get rid of the pain in this church, detachment. detachment"

Mad John fell into a deep madness again, crying and laughing, he hammered his chest heavily, and danced.

Then, Chen Yi saw with her own eyes that one of his feet was missing, and he couldn't stand still for a while, and fell heavily, rolling down the steps.

Chen Yi turned sideways, Mad John rolled several times and fell to the ground.

For a long time, Madman John lay on the ground, hugged his legs in despair, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "If you can't be saved, then what's the point of doing good deeds?"

Chen Yi looked away from him, and faced the tall arches of the ring-shaped cathedral. Through the tall ribbed windows covered with moss, one could see the wide broken dome. The rainwater slid down the peeling bricks and tiles, reflecting the infinite darkness inside the church. .

Going forward, Chen Yi stopped in front of the gate, turned around and waved to Delomea and Cenduil beside the carriage.

They trotted over, bypassing Mad John, who was crouching on the ground, and up the wide steps in front of the cathedral to the heavy, moldy brown doors of the cathedral.

Chen Yi put her hand on the door, the wide brown wooden door was full of dampness, Chen Yi pushed it open forcefully, and the latter made a heavy click.

The First Saints Ring Cathedral, which belongs to the Saints of Ten Thousand Cities with Northern Lands, is often known as the "Garden of True Christians" in the preaching and sermons of the priests. Chen Yi remembers that in the story of "Old Years Past" , the ring-shaped cathedral was built by the decree of King Realo III. It has been 1500 years since "Old History" was written, and it has been renovated and maintained many times during this period.

Its construction was due to the third decline of the Lord God. It is said that the finger of the Lord God slipped like a comet and fell into the ancient holy city. The bishop of the ring cathedral, he implored the king of the holy capital to build the first saint ring cathedral.

Walking into the ring-shaped cathedral, Chen Yi saw the holy image head-on. It was broken, and only the body remained on the base. Cloth, you can see the thread of the section.

Cenduil took out the scythe, squatted on the ground and lit several torches one after another, and handed them to Chen Yi and Lomea.

Chen Yi held up the torch and saw above the hall, the originally gorgeous and tall dome was now broken. Gravels of different sizes were scattered on the floor of the hall, and thin rainwater sprinkled from the middle, soaking the moss between the floor and the floor. Grass.

The dome of the cathedral collapsed, and the square arches were more or less broken.

Lomea on the side couldn't help being amazed at such a dilapidated scene.

Chen Yi walked through the broken stones and walked to the half-remaining marble statue. According to the records in "Old Years", it was made of high-quality marble. Chen Yi saw that the large robes on the feet of the holy statue fit the body in a realistic arc. This hard marble was carved with a fat touch. Chen Yi can still imagine how it was at the time. How sacred and beautiful the icon is, this circular cathedral, in the daily morning prayer, there must be thousands of true believers gathered inside and outside the church, clasped their hands, lowered their foreheads, listened quietly on the high platform, and wore white clothes Bishops in priestly robes recite the sermon.

Chen Yi lifted the torch lightly forward, and was about to bypass the icon.

"ah!"

Lomea suddenly exclaimed.

Chen Yi cast her gaze over there, then frowned, and raised the torch forward.

Behind the chilling shadow of the icon stood an altar made of human bones.

Gray-black bugs crawled between the bones.

"These are arm bones and thigh bones." Cenduil naturally saw the altar, and her eyes were calm, "These bones...have traces of being burned, not like... believers Actively used to pile up altars."

The custom of using human bones to build altars, carve icons, or make candlesticks, etc., mostly comes from uncivilized barbarian areas such as northern soil. Others return more quickly to the arms of the Lord.

Those human bones that enter the church in this way must first be cleaned and polished well. Waxing is essential, and various processes are also very complicated, so that they can present a color similar to ivory.

The implication of Cenduil is that this altar made of human bones was definitely not donated by the believers to the church, but more like it was thrown into the fire to burn its flesh after the massacre.

Lomea stared at the altar made of human bones in amazement, and murmured, "What happened here?"

Chen Yi didn't speak, his expression was solemn, as if he saw something in it, he said softly: "Go on."

His footsteps walked on the floor, Lomea and Cenduil followed, they heard Chen Yi's breathing gradually became heavy, and their hearts twitched a little at the same time.

Chen Yi's footsteps became faster and faster, as if something extremely important was behind the church hall, Lomeah suppressed the boiling in his body, and trotted after him.

After dozens of steps, Chen Yi stopped suddenly, and Luo Meia also stopped her feet, panting softly.

She raised her head slightly, and stopped for a moment after taking a breath.

A wall of blood stands abruptly in the very center of this wide space.

Pairs of human eyes were hung up by silk threads one by one, strung on the hemp rope, and hung quietly on the bloody wall.
Lomea's staring eyes froze, her hands stopped in mid-air.

After a while, she looked at Chen Yi, who stood silently, facing the bloody wall, facing the hundreds of eyeballs, without moving.

She suddenly remembered a certain sentence in the scriptures.

"All eyes shall see him."

　One more afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)