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"A little trick to create a visual illusion." Frank's lips curled into a smug smile. With the stolen secret notebook as a foundation, he already knew the secrets of this place.

According to the legendary archaeologist Dr. Jones's personal experience, this seemingly empty abyss hides a concealed stone beam spanning the two ends of the crevice, which can be easily crossed with a few simple tricks.

However, the next moment, his smug smile froze, and he roared angrily, like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"what happened?"

All that could be seen was a flurry of silvery-white powder, like snowflakes falling from the sky, sinking into the abyss without any hindrance, without lingering for even a moment. Was there some kind of hidden mechanism or bridge there?

He stubbornly lay down and frantically waved his arms, but the expected sensation never came. Instead, only wisps of air drifted through his fingers.

The old notebook rustled as it was turned, the dry, yellowed pages trembling like withered leaves in the dead of winter, as Frank compared them repeatedly in disbelief.

"Could that deadbeat be lying? I'll wipe out his entire bloodline...!" A surge of hot blood rushed to his head, making his face burn with pain. He felt that his painstakingly planned scheme now looked like that of a clown.

A hand, its fingertips mangled and bloody, rose up, interrupting his hysterical outburst. Alex, his face calm, said thoughtfully:

"No, the doctor wasn't lying."

His gaze was lowered, and distant memories flowed through his mind.

"The right path of life is the ancient way which God has established. But the people will not follow God's way, but will follow their own."

Today we face the same choice—to follow the ancient path of God's truth, or to forge our own new path. Do not stray from the right path; only by walking in God's way can our hearts find rest.

As the deep, maximic voice slowly echoed, the young vampire resolutely raised his leg and took a sudden step forward!

The Loop shoes, made of soft calfskin, only sank slightly before coming to a standstill.

He was strangely suspended in mid-air, an indescribable color spreading from his feet, outlining a straight trajectory pointing to the opposite side.

It blends seamlessly with the background, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, like an invisible bridge.

"Do not doubt, do not be confused, only by firmly following the Lord's footsteps will the way be revealed, this is the power of faith..."

Turning to meet the man's surprised gaze, he smiled with a complicated expression:

"There's nothing surprising about it. Being a vampire doesn't conflict with being familiar with theology. For a considerable period of my childhood, those people... seemed to want to use this to construct my worldview."

Seemingly unwilling to discuss the topic further, he calmly turned and walked away, leaving only his back view.

"Alex, please don't try to hurt others, otherwise, there might be some minor punishment..."

"Alex, what kind of blood would you like to drink for dinner? Race, gender, age—you can choose. Stop being so willful and cooperate with the experiment, okay?"

“Alex, control your savage nature and join us in reciting the sacred scriptures. God teaches us humility and obedience; you must remember this…”

In a daze, a pale-skinned little boy, shrouded in a hazy black mist, squatted on the ground. Silver chains on his small limbs and body burned with brilliant holy flames, and torn fairy tale books were scattered all around him on the floor.

He hugged his knees tightly, staring at the researcher with a fake smile in front of him. His expression was numb and indifferent, and behind his slowly closing eyelids was a faintly burning flame.

Chains bind the body, while false lies attempt to bind the mind.

The acrid black smoke rising from beneath his feet and the intense burning sensation stimulated his nerves, pulling his consciousness back to the present moment. Even though he had solved the puzzle with his profound esoteric knowledge and found the secret path to the sacred object, it still showed a clear resistance to non-human visitors.

A string of ugly, yellowish-brown blisters climbed up his skin, making Frank's eyes twitch.

However, the figure suffering torture appeared calm and composed, as if the intense pain was merely an illusion, or that something more solid was supporting his spirit.

Hold on... just a little longer... it's almost here...

Alex's lips moved, silently expressing his innermost thoughts.

"I actually prefer reading fairy tales to nagging prayers, at least... they allow one to temporarily escape the troubles of reality."

The charred marks left by the carbonization of the shoes gradually faded, revealing fresh bloody footprints that ranged from light to dark.

He walked nonchalantly down the stone bridge to the end, entered the dimly lit stone chamber before him, and let out a low sigh.

"Unfortunately, no matter how interesting a fairy tale is, it will eventually come to an end, just like the most magnificent myths and legends will eventually come to a conclusion... Wouldn't you agree, Your Excellency, Knight Templar?"

As if plucking a tender flower, he gently gathered the incoming sword light, letting his palm be cut with deep wounds, and smiled as he looked at the stubborn and aging attacker.

"To dwell on past achievements is ultimately only a temporary solace; only by becoming immortal can one create an everlasting chapter."

Chapter 490 The Ending of the Fairy Tale 3

"Evil fallen one, I command you to leave the sacred temple!"

The silver-gray sword trembled incessantly, struggling to break free from its grip. Its brilliant holy light blazed like fire, tracing along the hard divine patterns on the sword's spine, clearly indicating that it was an extremely superior sacred artifact.

However, its valiant struggles were ultimately futile, simply because...

The sword's owner was far too weak.

Thick dust, accumulated over an unknown period of time, enveloped the ancient chainmail, almost completely sealing off the gaps and holes. The robe on the chest had long since turned into shreds, with only a blood-red cross seal surviving to this day under the protection of extraordinary power.

Beneath a few strands of white hair that fluttered like withered grass, layers of loose, sagging skin resembled the dead bark of an old tree, exuding a thick aura of decay from the inside out. Only his eyes, still shimmering with a hint of life from their murky state, barely managed to distinguish him from a real corpse.

With a gentle flick of his fingers, the old knight, who seemed to have stepped out of history, lost his footing and fell backward, sword and all. His withered arms, as thin as firewood, trembled for a long time, but he still couldn't get up.

Ignoring the old man's stern rebuke, Alex merely wiped the blood from his palm on his suit and calmly said to himself:

"Since the collapse of the Roman Empire, the Holy Grail of the Savior has disappeared without a trace in the war, and its whereabouts have become a mystery."

A thousand years later, in 1291 AD, during the last Crusade, three brothers of the Knights Templar unexpectedly discovered relevant clues during the war. After informing the order's high command, they hurriedly disappeared into the vast Gobi Desert.

No secret can remain hidden forever. The Church of Christ and the Knights Templar engaged in a series of power struggles surrounding the ownership of this supreme relic, ultimately leading to the latter's complete annihilation.

But no one expected that the explorers would disappear without a trace. 150 years later, two of them emerged from the desert. One died on his way back to France. The remaining one returned to France. Before he died, he told the Franciscan monks the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.

Ignoring the other man's ashen and unpleasant expression, he calmly recounted the old man's background, then abruptly changed the subject:

"But Sir Knight, you should have drunk the Holy Grail water, so how did you end up like this?"

Silently observing the questioning gaze of the person before him, the old man's dry lips moved slightly, as if recalling that distant and painful past.

"Immortality is not found on earth, but in heaven."

Seemingly having weighed the balance of power between the two sides, he wisely abandoned the idea of ​​resolving the issue by force, speaking calmly and resolutely.

"Lost and confused lambs, now that you've come here, you should follow the rules..." The old man reluctantly uttered a hoarse sentence, then shut his mouth tightly, leaning on his sword, adopting a posture of non-violent non-cooperation.

As he pondered the subtle messages conveyed in his words, the young vampire king smiled.

“Your perseverance in your faith is truly admirable. However, no matter how profound the divine teachings are, they ultimately need to be supported by strength. Otherwise, they are like a rootless duckweed, just like we are now.”

Perhaps he was a formidable opponent at his peak, but with the passage of seven hundred years, even if he relied on the terrain to transform into something like a guardian spirit, the old knight could no longer pose any threat to him.

While they were engaged in a silent war of words, others couldn't wait any longer.

Frank, unable to contain himself, darted out from behind, his greedy eyes scanning the surroundings.

The nearly 100-square-meter stone chamber was rough and simple, with a few flames clinging to the wall, flickering and casting mottled shadows, adding a touch of eeriness to the secluded space.

However, the surging brilliance of the jewels instantly dispelled the negative atmosphere.

The intricate Latin script blends seamlessly with the golden luster, while the black runes on the pristine silver are both ancient and elegant…

Ivory, glass, crystal, amber, beeswax... This small room seems to contain all the precious materials known since the dawn of human civilization.

However, the shapes they were cast were remarkably uniform:

A cup! A cup! And another cup!

Surrounding a clear stone pool, countless cups of different materials, shapes, and craftsmanship are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner, dazzling the eye.

Beneath the dazzling array of vessels lay a terrifying pressure that even Frank, an ordinary man, could sense. A mysterious law from the depths of the universe entered his mind, informing all those fortunate enough to visit that they could only choose one item, or divine punishment would immediately befall them!

Undeterred by the tactic of hiding among the leaves, he strode forward, passing through the treasures scattered everywhere, and bent down to pick up a dark, indistinct object from the corner of the wall.

That's a cup too.

A stemmed wooden cup about three inches tall and one and a half inches in diameter.

The rough body of the cup reveals the sculptor's simple carving skills. The plain surface has no decorative patterns, and even the varnish has peeled off, revealing the grayish-yellow wood color—just like any worthless old wooden item in a flea market.

"How could a carpenter's son know how to use gold and silver utensils?" The man clenched his fist with pride, striding forward with the supreme sacred artifact he held in his arms.

With his long-desired goal within reach, Frank's face flushed with fervor. All his former composure and the arrogance of a high-ranking official were instantly forgotten. In an almost uncontrollable manner, he reached out his wooden cup and scooped water from the pool.

Seemingly infected by this sentiment, Alex couldn't help but shift his wary gaze from the old knight and glance over involuntarily.

But in that instant of relaxation, a low chant suddenly drifted in and entered my ears—

"I swear by God alone that throughout my knightly career I will be kind and merciful, showing compassion and kindness to the weak, and will never bully the unarmed. Kind women and children are all under my protection, and I will do everything in my power to help those in distress who ask for my help..."

The volume was extremely low and faint, like a wisp of spider web, yet it was unexpectedly clear and bright, as if it reached straight to one's heart.

The man's greedy and ugly behavior subsided, and he seemed to have been doused with a bucket of ice water, his movements slowing down considerably.

“Desires that come from the heart cannot be dissuaded by a few words of teaching…” Alex shook his head slightly with disdain as he coldly watched the colorful light rushing towards him.

The grayish-yellow was decaying flesh, the silvery-white was ancient armor, and the bright red was the cross on his chest... Grains of dust swiftly separated from his frail body, taking away his remaining vitality while also staining his entire body with a pure white aura.

The last knight seized the final opportunity at the last moment and launched the last charge of his life!

"In battle, I will bravely confront evil, fight against all wrongdoing, sincerely treat my friends, help my brother knights, and defend what I love until death. Humility, integrity, sacrifice, justice, honor, valor, and mercy will be our eternal spirit!"

A divine radiance roared forth, like the first rays of dawn, piercing the heart of the dark creature before it with lightning speed!

"Success!"

An immense sense of joy filled his soul, even bringing back a sliver of clarity to the old man's rapidly fading consciousness.

"Before leaving this world, I was able to slay a demon that sought to seize God's sacred artifacts. My life has no regrets..."

However, in the next second, the remaining blurry head suddenly tilted back, revealing a look of astonishment.

An ancient, square stone tablet quietly emerged, its inscriptions seemingly containing the truth of all things in the world. The brilliance gained by burning one's life was swallowed up like a river flowing into the sea.

In the instant his thoughts completely collapsed, the old man only had time to hear that indifferent sneer.

"A sacred shackle, yet also a protection—that's a dry joke..."

Chapter 491 The Ending of the Fairy Tale 4

Amidst the mournful howling wind, gold and silver vessels flew about, their inlaid gemstones crashing violently against the rock face, sparks flashing and disappearing.

The clash lasted only a brief moment, and the terrifying destructive power subsided before it could even be unleashed. However, even the slightest lingering aftershocks were like a mini typhoon sweeping through the stone chamber.

The battles in the extraordinary realm are precise and treacherous; a mere oversight in information can bring down a powerful figure who has lived for hundreds of years.

As he sensed the complete disappearance of his opponent's presence, Alex's expression did not reflect the ease he would have shown upon achieving victory.