savior epic

Chapter 177 Blood Wall

How many people died in this circular cathedral?
Thousands.

Without saying a word, Chen Yi walked towards the bloody wall, her eyes hanging from it, shaking slightly with the cold wind passing through the window.

When the holy capital fell under the overwhelming pale shower, the people who took refuge in the cathedral were not spared.

Chen Yi's divinity led him to glimpse the tragic situation at that time from each eyeball, and restored that situation in his mind.

When the pale rain that carried the dead souls fell on them, the dead souls began to devour their souls. In this holy church, they gradually lost their minds and began to slaughter each other, and the most powerful one among them A dead soul survived.

There are many writings on the bloody wall.

However, most of them are a kind of miserable and distorted writing marks left by that dead soul.

Chen Yi stared at the incomplete handwriting, most of which were scripture prayers and divination.

That dead soul cruelly tortured and killed the remaining living people. In his eyes, they were no different from dogs and horses. They were beheaded, buried alive, and boiled. No matter what he did, he would do divination and beg the Lord. Every time he did divination, he would die. .

There are many writings on the blood wall, which are not similar to each other.

Chen Yi saw an ancient text left at the heel of the bloody wall.

【First Saints Cathedral Archbishop Benedict Ekmon and all the monks erected, this stone wall is the words written by believers to the Lord, may the Lord bless you. 】

After reading these, Chen Yi understood that the bishop erected the wall in the first place. Facing the approaching despair, the bishop led the monks to build the wall in order to unite the faith and hope of the believers.

However, all of this was of no avail in the face of the coming pale shower.

In the earliest days, the handwriting carved on the blood wall was very shallow, all of which were in ancient Arabic script, mostly praying for the protection and mercy of the gods, full of hope.

【Lord, I hope you have mercy. We will pray day and night to receive your grace. 】

[Believers, this destruction is coming, we must uphold our own will, only in this way can salvation come. 】

【I implore you, Saint Conrad, the patron saint of the holy city, please go and tell the Lord that the good people who stay here are suffering great pain and suffering. 】

After the words full of faith and hope, the sentences engraved on the bloody wall gradually slipped into the abyss of despair.

[Some people are infected with dead souls and curse those thugs, they plan to smash the Vault Lord, is this the test you gave us? 】

[Lord. My son, he is infected with a curse, and he howls day and night. Please bring St. Vinacana back, please, if not. Lord, please accept his Soul. And mine]

[The clock strikes sixteen tonight, Lord above, please look at us mercifully]

The writing on the bloody wall deepened. Facing the end of the world, the hope of people thousands of years ago was gradually shattered, and the flame of faith gradually turned into ashes with the rain falling.

Others were erased and rewritten, with each one getting deeper and deeper.Chen Yi saw the deep resentment and despair.

【Lord, do you love us?Do you love the world?Lord, we still love you.But why is salvation far away from us? 】

【Lord, you are punishing us, but what mistakes have I made? I believe in You wholeheartedly, and I have been doing good deeds all my life.】

[What is the meaning of doing good, and what is the meaning of believing in you. We have done good all our lives and never obeyed other gods, but you have to punish us like you punish evil people! 】

Chen Yi silently scanned the handwriting on the bloody wall word by word from beginning to end, until she came close to the heel, where there was a line of despair that fit the rhythm.Blackened and congealed blood stuck to the wall like thin ice.

It was a cold question left by a poet.

【Lord above, why do you turn a blind eye to our misery?Why do you abandon innocent people in the world? ! 】

After this sentence, there is the name of the poet-Tobias Adrinas.

What makes people even more chilling is the meaning of the name.

The Lord is the God of my faith.

Chen Yi looked towards the end of the bloody wall, and he saw a section of the wall that was obviously sunken, apparently scratched off by something and re-engraved.After careful analysis, the handwriting on it is still very new.

When Chen Yi's eyes fell on the first letter, the divinity told him that it was the handwriting left by Saint Mader.

The handwriting that was originally erased by him was inscribed by the dead soul who slaughtered all the remaining people.

After Saint Madre shattered the powerful dead soul, he left behind a text inscribed in contemporary real Arabic.

"Never forget that if you love your neighbor, you will be nearer to the Lord."

Chen Yi read that passage softly.

Stretching out her hand, Chen Yi touched the wall of blood, and the eyeballs tied to the wall shook slightly, as if warning the comers of the miserable past.

Chen Yi backed away slowly, and understood why Madman John fell into madness after entering the circular cathedral.

These people who took refuge in the circular cathedral and begged for refuge were undoubtedly believers, who had done good deeds, and who longed to be saved. However, they were still the same as everyone else, and died here in the doomsday of the pale shower. .

If there is no salvation, what is the point of doing good faith?

The madman John who was once a cardinal fell into madness in the face of such cruel questions.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yi quietly walked across the bloody wall without saying a word.

Lomea and Cenduil didn't say a word, and followed as quickly as possible.

After passing here, they came to the Garden of Stars. The huge garden that was supposed to be planted with light blue star flowers is now completely deserted. The star flowers can be seen everywhere, probably withered, buried in the soil, without a trace, standing around. The big tree is already dying there, the branches supporting the canopy are fragile and black, and the leaves on it have fallen out in unknown years and months.

Chen Yi didn't sit still, walked straight into the hall behind the Star Garden, and pushed open the heavy door.

It is recorded in "Chen Nian Past Events" that the place is the residence of the pope.

According to history, the Pope's court was located in this ancient holy city during the more than 1705 years from 1814 to 100 in the main divine calendar. During that period, one of the titles given to the Pope was the Archbishop of the Holy City.

The array of the Pope's inner palace is not luxurious, the furnishings inside are messy, there have been battles, Chen Yi smells musty and stale, the place is very dry, and it can be felt that there is some kind of magic circle in the room.

Stepping on the long-damaged carpet, Chen Yi walked into it holding a torch, and the crystal lamp on her head reflected the firelight.

There are bookcases standing on both sides, all of which are ancient books from thousands of years ago. There is also a desk beside the bookcases for people to stand on. Chen Yi cast her eyes on it.

It was a diary, already dilapidated, as if it would be completely shattered with a little force.

"Cenduil, open it carefully and read it to me."

(End of this chapter)