savior epic

Chapter 189 Inside the palace

The deformed meat ball melted like ice and snow under Zenduil's flame bottle, leaving only the scorched and broken skin lying on the spot, so soft that it reminded people of a pig's intestines.

After confirming that the meatballs blocked in the mirror corridor were lifeless, Cenduil nodded towards Chenyi.

Holding the torch, she led Chen Yi and Luo Mea to move on.

Chen Yi looked at the two sides of the mirror gallery, there were many broken picture frames on them, the gems and gold leaf that decorated the picture frames were gone, only empty grooves remained, and most of the paintings in the picture frames were badly damaged , can only barely distinguish the original form, and the smashed mirrors reflect their appearance.

On the mirror gallery, there are scratches carved by pagans with daggers or other sharp objects. Many of them are pagan scriptures, devout prayer words, and some simple casual words.

Carefully stepping over the gray and black skins one after another, the group is about to walk out of the mirror corridor that should have been magnificent.

At this time, Chen Yi noticed that on the wall next to it, near the end of the mirror corridor, there were two paragraphs of text carved with a dagger.

Unlike other handwritings that are crowded together sentence by sentence, the surroundings of these two paragraphs of text are relatively empty, as if those pagans who broke into the palace intentionally left a relatively blank space for the writers.

Chen Yi saw from her divinity that the owner of these two passages was the pagan saint Harun.

[The judgment is coming as scheduled, is there anything greater than the will of God? 】

The inscriptions on the text are extremely deep, and it still retains the sense of power in the past in peace to this day.

Chen Yi looked at the next paragraph of text.

【God, let me hurt, let me perish!
After me, I don't want any more righteous people to suffer. 】

Chen Yi could see that a very old pagan old man was struggling to carve this text with his thin arms.

This is like a cry in silence, a power in calm.

Lomea, who was following Chen Yi, naturally also saw these two paragraphs of text. Although she could not know that it was written by Saint Harlan, she could also tell from the words and sentences that it was written by a well-educated text left by people.

"Saint Harun has also walked into the palace." Chen Yi did not look at Lomeah, and stated, "Surrounded by those heretics."

Luomea looked surprised, staring at these two paragraphs of words, before the power between the lines, she suddenly felt guilty. These words, like a strong wind, once again blew up the embers of her faith, but they could only make the embers glow red. The residual temperature is still there, but it is difficult to rekindle the monstrous flame.

Therefore, Lomea turned her face away and did not face these words. She couldn't help asking herself why she was so cowardly.

Chen Yi didn't set her eyes on it either, but faced the stone gate at the end of the mirror corridor. There were marks of sword smashing on it, and a large piece of the stone gate was broken.

Under Chen Yi's signal, Cenduil pushed open the stone door.

The stone door made a dull sound, and was pushed open a gap that only one person could pass through. Zenduil exerted more force, and the entire stone door was pushed open.

The scene behind the hall of mirrors was extremely tragic.

You can see the royal knights holding their heads in one hand and a broken sword in the other. Their bodies are stretched and deformed and hang down in the corner of the wall. Their light blue burqas and mail armor are all stained with blood, and the heads in their hands are crying.

The pagans fell to the ground in disorder, with sharp long claws on their hands, and mournful and hideous pale faces, maintaining the posture of rushing to kill the royal knights.

The knights' long swords and hammers, crossbows and round shields, and the heathen's pitchforks, rakes, and machetes hunting bows were scattered interlaced with each other, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to whom.

Cenduil frowned, and took a step forward cautiously.

The fallen royal knights squirmed.

They held the head in their arms, and stood up slowly, like marionettes, crying with the head in their hands, howling miserably.

As the royal knights stood up one after another, the heretics seemed to be echoed, and almost simultaneously, they struggled to stand up again.

These dead souls let out inarticulate groans from their split lips, turned their heads in unison, and looked at the group of people, as if they might pounce on them at any time and tear them to pieces.

Even the elven assassins who had gone through countless trials could not help but be horrified by this terrifying scene.

Chen Yi raised her hand and raised the pure gold flame in her hand.

"Nausuo." Chen Yi softly recited the old saying of deceit.

He first faced the pagans, and said in a solemn voice: "I am the messenger of God, who came to the world, chose the world, and led you to the kingdom of heaven."

The dead souls of the heretics shook their heads together, shaking their heads, feeling the divinity spreading from the pure golden flame.

In their understanding during their lifetime, only the King of My King is so holy.

Chen Yi continued: "Let go of all your grievances, and I will draw your souls, where the sun only shines on good people."

The dead souls of the heretics froze. They turned their heads to each other, and they seemed to be looking at each other. Then, it was unknown which dead soul reacted first, and sat cross-legged on the ground first, clasped their hands together, and lowered their heads calmly.

The rest of the dead souls of the heretics sat down one by one. This group of heretics who had been waiting for a long time, as if their souls had been relieved, put their hands together and lowered their heads one by one.

Chen Yi looked at the royal knights who were ready to move, and stepped closer.

He didn't recite the old saying "deceit", but just said: "Let's cast it first, and save it later."

The royal knights fell silent immediately. They seemed to have relieved all their burdens. The swords in their hands fell to the ground, and they all knelt down on one knee, hugging the mournful head with both hands, and pressing the corners of the mouth on the head with their fingers, desperately flattening the mournful arc. .

The dead souls here make way.

Luo Meia's face was full of shock, she quickly followed Chen Yi, scanning the group of dead souls who had calmed down from time to time.

Chen Yi walked straight past the dead souls, and the group left the hall.

Walking to a spiral staircase, the steps were covered with a dusty red carpet, and Cenduil stopped in his tracks.

Lomea saw a crimson bedside table standing abruptly in front of the stairs.

It looked brand new in all the moldy temple.

Lomea approached unconsciously, and saw a note on it.

"A pair of heads,
brother left,
sister right. "

Picking up the note, Lomea realized it was a nursery rhyme.

"My sister is good-looking, but my brother is ugly.

Seeing my brother made me want to vomit.

Brother and sister live together,
We are not good friends.

My brother is playful and mischievous, and always calls my sister a fool.

My brother secretly told me that my sister has a lot of little dolls.

You hold the needle, I hold the thread,
You grab the hair, I pinch the face.

Sister, sister, become a puppet,
No face, little puppet.

We will live together later,
We have been good friends ever since.

Hide and seek, hide and seek. "

Lomea shuddered. The last "good friend" was written in bright blood red. I don't know what kind of red ink it was written in.

(End of this chapter)