It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

This can also be verified from the mouth of the local liaison who was temporarily transferred from Sedan to Glamis.

But even so, Steve still wanted to get the other party's personal affirmation.

"yes, I'm sure."

Tom bowed his head in a respectful gesture.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, he nodded, and put the mission report into the file bag.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can do anything in one day's vacation. Take a good rest, and the work after that will require the efforts of all executors."

With that said, he quickly stamped an impression on a piece of paper voucher.

"As for the remuneration, it is the same as what was agreed before, including some special materials needed by the heroic warriors. You can use the voucher to go to Miss Dandelai in exchange."

Tom, with a rough beard around his face, looked quite tired, and only after receiving the voucher did he barely show a genuine smile.

Miss Dandry Sphinesti Magellan is the Executor's Quartermaster, on duty at the new alchemy prop seal room known as Valhalla.

She is not an executor herself, but she is an existence that all heroes are absolutely obedient to.Therefore, Miss Dandelai is also one of the few craftsmen who can do this work.

In the newly opened alchemy room in the teaching building, Tom Miller got what he needed, a round crystal that shone with strange colors.

This is the remaining part of the core of the deep sea family, and it is the best food for the heroic warriors.

After devouring the power in the crystal, the creature under the gray robe regained some of its human appearance. It should be a beautiful woman with a round face, but the part above the nose is still covered under the natural armor.

Miss Dandley watched her change for a few seconds, then fell into thought.

"The progress is one-third faster than I expected...How can the effect be so good? If this continues, Catherine will no longer need to wear bandages in a while."

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. There was a strange doll hidden under his chest. Perhaps he had been a traitor to the Executor since he decided to hide the news.

Chapter 115 The Wave of the Times

In France, a new faith spread like wildfire through cities.Priests in black roamed the streets, squares and places where many people gathered.

It preaches:

"A huge disaster is bound to come, and the Silver Angel will become the savior of the end."

Initially, it was no different from several heretical beliefs that were operating secretly during the war. However, as the "Silver Angel" performed miracles many times, this emerging belief gradually emerged from the darkness and appeared in the eyes of more people.

The frequency of miracles is simply too high.

Some people saw with their own eyes that under the silver-white light, the wheat continuously spewed out like a fountain.

Many people saw the holy silver shining outside the window at night, and they found that their diseases had been cured the next morning, and the disabled had grown new limbs.

There are more people who saw their loved ones who had died on the front line saying their final farewell to themselves in their sleep.

Supported by many miracles, this belief is spreading at an inexplicable speed in this city that has been depressed for a long time due to the war.

What is worth pondering is that the French Catholic Church, Cardinal Sacred Heart, and even Pope Pius IX have not openly prevented its spread.

This attitude is more like a strange acquiescence in the eyes of believers.

Therefore, some people say that the "silver-white angel" is the servant of the Lord, while others say that he is the incarnation of the Lord.

What mortal can say anything about the gods?Even if it were a heretical god, no one would talk about it.

At least so far, this new religion, which uses the silver-white flame holy symbol as its symbol of faith, has maintained a corresponding tacit understanding with other forces within the territory.

On the streets of Paris, clerics of the Archangel Church can often be seen giving food.Its teaching site is located in the Iris Manor in the eastern suburbs of Paris. In addition, No. 29 and No. 30 of the Champs-Elysées are also places where silver and white angels donate.

It seems that most of these properties originally belonged to a young banker named Fitili Hager. This rich man who emigrated abroad entrusted the housekeeper who stayed in Paris through letters to donate all the manors and mansions under his name.

He was undoubtedly a great philanthropist and one of the best-known patrons of the new religion.

The short-haired girl in a black robe and a silver badge is distributing food on the street. Recently, her figure has often appeared at the alms-giving places on the Champs-Elysees Avenue, so many people know this kind-hearted Ms. Mephisto.

Ling absentmindedly prepared the next batch of bread, and rather than giving alms, she would rather go to other places where she can play her role, such as hunting new sacrifices or finding ways to continue to improve her strength.

"Ms. Mephisto, will this bad day really pass?"

A boy who was no more than ten years old was standing in front of the donation point holding a broken hat. He was skinny and skinny, with only a pair of eyes shining brightly.

Ling froze for a moment, she saw some familiar shadows from the other party.

If it was that man... what would he do?In a trance, she saw the end of a cane brought to her front, and the self who was in deep despair in the past held it tightly with her young hands.

"Will do."

She puts the food in the boy's hat and smiles a little.

"of course."

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In the long darkness, Ella opened her eyes.

"Soon."

The dead magma world is boiling, and it is struggling to break free from this space, but the extremely cold gray-white color is spreading along its surface, causing the magma surface to solidify into smooth crystals.

She has been accepting the power brought by faith and ritual dedication, constantly strengthening herself, and now she can gradually suppress the doomsday mark in her body.

What appeared in front of Ella was no longer the dead rust-red planet, but another her, with a slightly dark complexion in a dilapidated dress, and hot lava flowing in her eyes.

This is the deepest part of her soul, her instinct born from the imprint of doom.

"I will soon be able to completely suppress you and regain the dominance of this body."

As the other Doomsday Mark, she looked sarcastic.

[What you suppress is just part of His aura. You can win countless times, but in the end you will still be destined to perish. 】

Seeing this scene, Ella smiled instead, looking down at the other person who was at the same height as herself.

"You have become weaker, and the gods will not have such meaningless emotions. In this long period of 200 years, you have been reversely polluted by human nature-you are no longer part of the power projection of Gehros, But poor wretches divided in the mark."

Gray-white flames gradually occupied most of the consciousness space, and they condensed into strange buildings stacked randomly, including tall bell towers, factories, churches and strange castles; there were also ancient royal courts and steel towers with spiers.

They are arranged and stacked, twisted and entangled, without the order and cleanliness that a city should have.They are here simply because they have left a strong mark in someone's life.

Complete city groups were gradually outlined in the world of flames behind the silver-haired girl. It was not just an illusion, and many walking figures could even be vaguely seen in it.

Some of those people were walking aimlessly on the road, and some were busy in factories.

Some sailed into the port on a large ship, but strange cheers came from the empty port, and they took off their hats amidst the cheers.

Some of them are holding a wedding, embracing and dancing amidst the blessings of the guests.

Some sat by the window with their quills in their hands, thinking hard, and turned a blind eye to the boy sitting in the corner of the room.

Strangely dressed knights and wizards celebrated grand celebrations in the square in front of the royal court, and aristocratic dancers stepped on court music in the dark spire.

The faces of these figures are blurred, and some are even just illusory silhouettes, but their existence has brought vitality to the city in the world of ice and flames.

The lava in the consciousness space was forced to the corner by such a huge world to solidify and freeze, while Ella allowed the consciousness to extend upwards.

The girl on the throne moved a bit, supported the armrest formed by the plant with her hands, and slowly got up stiffly.

Ella Williams ended her long slumber and regained some mobility.

On the same day, the Battle of Sedan ended with a complete defeat for the French army.

The salvo of [-] artillery pieces turned everything behind the city wall of Sedan into a sea of ​​ruins. The body of Emperor Napoleon III was found in the ruins by his guards. The emperor did not surrender as expected—maybe He never had such an opportunity.

The war did not end because of this, and hatred and blood continued to expand the scale of the war.

Chapter 116 Preparations Before the Doomsday

The wizard on duty in the secret room was alarmed by the noise. He and his companions looked at each other and put down the poker cards in their hands, and immediately rang the alarm bell to pass the news.

In the next second, the secret room was shrouded in a layer of starry sky containing a decaying atmosphere.

The figures of Professor Hyde and Chambers are outlined in this space at the same time. They must determine whether it is Ella Williams who wakes up, or a monster born from the mark of doom.

"it's me."

The girl's voice made Hyde relax his vigilance a little. Fortunately, it seemed that the person they were familiar with returned from that world this time.

"How long can you stay awake this time?"

The surrounding starry sky has not faded.

"I don't know... about a month or longer?"

"One month? This is already a very good result. With your help, our chances of winning will be much greater."

Hyde thought for a moment, then stared into her eyes and asked,

"Do you want to go outside after a long absence? Ling should still be in charge of spreading the belief of the silver angel in Paris."

The silver-haired girl shook her head.

"...No need, I still can't leave the secret room at will, otherwise it will probably cause more mysterious things to revive."

These words made Hyde breathe a sigh of relief and relax completely. The surrounding starry sky gradually dimmed and disappeared, revealing the true appearance of the secret room.

Only now are they certain that this is indeed the real Ella Williams and not some super-acting monster.

Affected by a certain aura, the roots of the trees in the center of the secret room almost covered the wall above the pool. Many unknown flowers and fruits bloomed and matured on the roots, stems and leaves.

If Dmitri were here, he would definitely be amazed, because these are all extinct plants that have disappeared in the long history of history, and they are extremely precious samples.

Another month has passed since she last fell asleep and entered the conscious space, and the end is approaching day by day.

During the few times she had spare time to communicate with the outside world, she would always hear Ling talking about the latest situation or the current situation in Paris.

"There are less than five months left now, and the Herald of Doom will have an increasing influence on me. In the one month that I can still stay awake, I must make more preparations."

The imprint of doom, temporarily suppressed by Ayla, is one of the few media that can get in touch with Gehros.

This is the last hole card left by Norberd. Someone 200 years ago did delay the end of the world through it.

It's just that... the Herald of Destruction is already very close to the planet, and she does not have the ability to let an extremely powerful true god be affected by her own authority like the ancient god Yapheum.

In other words, at the current distance, even Yafum, who is in good condition, cannot replicate the previous raid, delaying the time for another 300 years.