When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 938 Mechanical Heart
A deep pit was pressed out by the bushes and weeds.

In the grass pit, the angel with broken wings was lying on his back with his head facing two o'clock, his arms and hands were bound tightly with flame ropes.

Seven or eight beautiful witches of unknown age were surrounding them, still observing with curiosity.

Even though they were witches, it was their first time seeing an angel descend to earth, so they naturally had to watch and appreciate it carefully.

When Horn limped over, the witches made way for him and even smiled.

Many of them were meeting Horn for the first time and were a little uncomfortable at first, but now that strange and awkward feeling has disappeared a lot.

This man named Horn was actually attacked by an angel, and that was the devil officially recognized by the church.

This shows that the various hints made by this Saint Grandson before were not just bait, but he was really doing the work of the secret rebel party in the guise of the Messianic religion.

One of our own!
Several witches pulled at the hems of their skirts or clothes towards Horn, nodded and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Horn nodded to both sides in return, and then, under the protection of the witches, approached the rare angel.

At this moment, the angel was tied up and his hands and feet were broken, so he could not attack anymore.

The face of this angel is indeed elf-like, not much better looking than that of a human, but it is indeed unique.

Horn had always thought that the long faces of the elves in the murals were exaggerated, but he didn't expect them to be real.

The angel who came to assassinate him had an unusually long face, a small nose, porcelain-like skin, and eyes with only whites.

When this angel opened his eyes before, there was a flash effect like a flash bomb. Now, although his eyes are wide open, there is no flash as before.

Thinking about it again, she hardly used it afterwards. I guess this kind of angel-level magic also has an upper limit on its use.

Judging from the cross-section of the severed left hand, the bone is jade-like, even translucent.

Horn merely poked his skin with the scabbard, but it felt like hard leather.

As for what flows in its body, it is not blood, but a translucent fluorescent liquid.

Horn speculated that the most fundamental reason why the angel's body surface and feathers glowed with fluorescence was the fluorescent blood flowing in the body.

"Your Majesty." René, whose face was bruised by bricks and stones, rushed over and said, "How do we deal with this devil disguised as an angel?"

"Try to stop the bleeding first, then have the witches guard it and keep an eye on its movements." Horn turned to Lulos, who had a complicated look on her face, and said, "You have handled the angel's heart blood before, so I'll leave this to you."

Lulos responded and went to call people.

René leaned closer and said, "As for the aftermath of this incident, many people heard what was happening here, including Tadashi..."

"No one can destroy the relationship between me and my mother, not even my mother." Horn whispered, and René understood it completely in a second.

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Taking his eyes away from the angel, Horn's gaze involuntarily turned to Shilov.

Noticing Horn's gaze, Shilov first pricked up her ears unnaturally and looked directly at Horn.

But she found that Horn did not look at her, but his eyes were lowered.

Following Horn's gaze, Shilov lowered her head, and her expressionless face turned slightly red.

She coughed and used her fingers to pinch the deep V collar of her dress together.

Jeanna, who was still checking her injuries, was puzzled at first, then immediately turned around and stared at Horn with shame and anger: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

"Look at me...what are you looking at me for?" Jeanna said with a straight face, her shame and anger gone. But at the end of her words, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

“Look at what you don’t have.”

"I don't have anything..." After repeating it, Jeanna's puzzled smile instantly turned into embarrassment, "I have been studying rhetoric and logic recently. Do you think I will be unable to react like before?"

"Hmph, what about the ablative case after the preposition at the end of your sentence? You're still studying rhetoric."

Originally, in public, Jeanna wanted to hold it in, but she couldn't help but laughed out of anger: "You sprained your ankle, right? Come, I'll fix your bones."

"Hey, don't move..."

After having his bones straightened by Jeanna, Horn stood up with a grim face and moved his ankle, only to find that Jeanna had done a good job of straightening his bones.

I looked up to look for Shilov's figure, but saw her dragging her prosthetic leg, with her hands open to keep balance, walking step by step towards the sea of ​​flowers outside the Mechanical Palace like a toddler.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand Shilov’s excitement. She has been in the Mechanical Palace for twenty or thirty years, and everything is so familiar to her.

To her, these fields of lavender flowers, though separated by a wall, are just like the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

She had only been able to watch from the terrace many times, but now she could walk into the sea of ​​flowers in person.

I can touch the soft purple petals with my own hands.

Although we couldn't see Shilov's expression, judging from her upright ears and her tail sweeping left and right, the wolf girl must be extremely excited at the moment.

But Horn's brows were slightly furrowed, and he limped to the grass pit.

Reaching out and picking up the angel sword on the ground, he weighed it in his hand, and a sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.

This sword is not a simple one-handed sword. Its blade, guard and hilt are forged as one piece.

The outer layer is covered with a layer of red translucent crystals, and the inner layer vaguely shows a light red metal.

If Horn's feeling was correct, it should be the same material as his Blood Cloud - red steel.

Like in the previous battle in Grey Robe Valley, the Blood Knight was not so much chasing him as chasing his red steel sword Blood Cloud.

It was later confirmed that the Blood Knights did have a special pursuit reaction to Red Steel, after all, the underlying technology was blood magic.

But the sword inside the angel sword is actually a red steel sword.

Horn thought carefully about the Gospels and various history books. It never said that red steel was the exclusive weapon of vampires, but that vampires liked to use this material to make weapons.

"Hey!"

He swung the angel sword with both hands and cut a notch in the tree next to him. The red crystal was sharper than he had imagined.

But the touch is so slippery that I really don’t know how the angel can move so smoothly.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the wolf girl who was covered in dirt but still stumbling in the sea of ​​flowers on her prosthetic leg.

Her tail turned like a propeller, sweeping the petals up into the sky and into the stream.

Happier than a playful puppy.

Horn looked at the wolf girl with an inexplicably complicated expression. It seemed that Shilov did not notice his abnormality just now.

Maybe the excitement of being outside for the first time diluted the wolf girl's observation and vigilance, or maybe it was successfully covered up by the banter with Jeanne.

Sometimes he wondered if what he saw was an illusion, but the scene was so clear in his mind.

The two of them jumped over the wall, their bodies hanging in the air, the angel's sword stabbing at them, and the tip of the sword sticking out of Shilov's chest...

There should have been a wound more than one finger long at the deep V-neck area.

Now the skin is smooth and pink, and there is no trace of blood or wound in the grooves.

But Horn remembered what he saw in the wound.

A mechanical heart wrapped in blood vessels, composed of countless tiny gears, adhered to flesh and fascia, constantly biting and beating.

…………

Outside the Holy See City, Mount Gabriel.

Inside the magnificent hall, twelve columns carved with angels are neatly arranged, supporting the triangular gable top.

On the altar at the end of the hall, in addition to a bronze coffin, there are twelve white candles.

Behind the altar is the holy statue of the Lord.

Of the twelve candles, four burned out within a thousand years, and two were blown out by the wind halfway through burning.

At present, the only burning candle was also swaying left and right in the howling wind.

The wind was whistling on the top of the mountain, but it couldn't blow out the candle.

The eyes of dozens of senior priests in the hall swayed in unison with the swaying of the flames.

Under the expectant yet fearful gazes of many priests, the flame on the wick grew smaller and smaller.

When a strong wind blew, blue smoke rose and the candle went out.

The monks who were in charge of taking care of the candles were neither sad nor happy: "Our angel Liwuer has lost her connection with the temple, and her soul has returned to the arms of the Lord."

Over the past few months, Priano, who had become as thin as a skeleton, had a grim face and his body began to sway with the strong wind on the top of the mountain.

"Puff-"

Priano sat down on the marble floor, which was freezing cold.

(End of this chapter)