"If my senses are correct..." The devil calmly observed the king's expression, "The angel who stayed at Beaumarie Castle is Saint Var."
St. Val.
The king's pupils shrank slightly.
In the prison of Banz City, General Ayton's dying words gave him the name of the white friar and said "He is Saint Val". The angel who now hides in the castle of Beaumarie is also Saint-Val.
"I was told that his name was Warwick Bly, but he was Saint Val?"
"Ah, that's what they use to obscure the law," explained the devil.
After the war a thousand years ago ended, the mysterious forces between heaven and earth began to retreat. The parties to the war forged an ancient contract, and the most terrifying and powerful contract in history became a "law" over any existence between heaven and earth.
In the name of "law", the world is required to be in order, and in the name of "order", it means that it cannot be defied.
From the moment the decree was born, whether it is a god or hell, whether it is a creature in the light or a creature in the dark, it must abide by it and cannot cross the taboo. That is, since then, the war between angels and hell has evolved into a silent mime. The two sides competed secretly, wielding swords, and staged scenes that each other knew well.
The king understood that it was the chaos in this order that gave the Qiangwei family an opportunity.
The more chaotic the situation is, the more conducive it is for the weak to use the rope-like means suspended in the sky to strengthen themselves and achieve their goals.
The Rose family sees itself as that delicate meeting point between hell and the gods.
When it came to this, the devil's words began to become vague.
"What are the methods of the Holy Court?"
The king did not ask. The devil seems to be very respectful to the king, but as long as he is given a chance, he will do whatever it takes to bring the king to hell. He is not as harmless as he seems. He slurred his words and certainly couldn't get the truth out of his mouth.
"A proxy."
The devil answered.
The answer lies in the king's guess.
The Pope of the Holy See considers himself the spokesperson of the gods in the world, and the senior bishops in the Holy See are also the representatives of the will of the gods in the world. It is precisely because of this that all those who believe in the Lord will call themselves "servants of God", and the name of the Pope is "servants of servants".
Although the so-called "servants of the servants" and "servants of the gods" seem to be humble, this kind of humility is the humility of the supreme being, and it is actually a kind of arrogance itself - the arrogance of extraordinary powers to mortals. In front of all extraordinary powers, the world is a servant.
In the Holy Court, there are some people who are called "Blessed Ones".
It is said that the Holy Court will spend a lot of energy to find special babies in the world. Through the selection of the Holy Court, babies who are identified as "blessed by the Holy Spirit" will be received by the Holy Court into the sanctuary and cultivated from an early age. They were cultivated to be the most faithful apostles. After the Holy Books were memorized, the Blessed Ones would be guided to contact the Holy Relics. These people had a noble status in the Holy Court, but in general they did not participate in the affairs of the Holy Court. .
In the mouth of the devil, these Blessed Ones are the real swords of the Holy Court compared to those judges.
Each of the Blessed Ones will choose an angel, and through day and night prayer and devotion as a medium, the Holy See implants in them the angelic power of the Holy Spirit. When these Blessed Ones summoned the angels and transformed themselves into the Holy Spirit, they were the angels' agents on earth.
In the battle of the Duke of Buckingham, it was a character like the Holy Court who fought.
The one named "Warwick Bly" was a Blessed One who let the power of an angel descend upon him at the cost of the power of the relic. As a human body, thus blinding the prohibition of the law.
This method is somewhat similar to the devil asking the king to open the gates of hell. It also uses the body of a mortal to deceive the law.
"one question."
The king thoughtfully felt the fine texture on the bone ring and spoke in a low voice. The texture of the bone ring is very strange. When you wear it on your hand, you can feel a touch of warmth, but when you touch it, it feels cold.
"How much do you know about Saint Var?"
When the king said these words, he lowered his eyes, covering the hidden emotions in his eyes, and his voice was so calm that it seemed no different from usual. However, the devil was keenly aware of the killing intent hidden under the king's calm words when the word "Saint Val" was mentioned, like a cold knife.
The killing intent that was as thin and sharp as a cold knife was suppressed by the king, and was polished with hatred day and night.
So, his king was born into hell.
The devil smiled slightly: "He... He was the first angel to fall in that war."
An angel who died under a scepter of bones.
"It's not difficult to kill the angel's agent." The devil didn't want to explain more, he turned to talk about the specific actions tonight, "But if you want to make that one fall again, you need something else... Well, it depends to you."
"Say."
"Will you condescend to be the bait? My dear sire."
…
Beaumari Castle, high tower.
At the top of the tower, the white-robed monk knelt before a huge silver cross, his head bowed slightly. Compared to when he first appeared in Legrand, the white-robed cultivator's face has changed a bit, with both male and female beauty, with a sense of gender ambiguity.
This is the impact of that time he incarnated as a proxy.
After the daily prayer, the white-robed monk stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.
There was a faint white-gold flame in his eyes, and the image in the mirror was getting closer and closer to the angel he believed in.
The white-robed cultivator lowered his head and looked at his hands. His hands were clean. But the white-robed cultivator felt as if there was always a bloody smell lingering in his hands. The education he has received from the Blessed Ones over the past two decades has taught him that he should maintain a "mirror heart" and not leave any traces of the world.
However, he was somewhat unable to do so.
These days, he always thinks of the blood-colored cavalry rushing towards the divine fire, and the descendant of the proud dragon slayer.
Compared with him who turned into a god as his agent, the Duke of Buckingham and his knights were as small as ants, but at that moment, the white-robed monk felt that there was another powerful and moving force hidden in them. … what power is that? Why did that power make him, who turned into an angel, intuitively feel fear
During the meditation after the battle, the white-robed cultivator found that he could not be as one with the Holy Spirit as usual, and his heart was clear and dust-free.
The mentor once sighed that although he has outstanding talent, it is difficult to really get close to the angel.
The Blessed One generally only has a first name and no surname, but he has his own surname. He was not brought into the Sanctuary at birth, unlike the other Blessed Ones. He was discovered by the Master when he was giving alms on the Holy Day.
He had forgotten the memories before the age of five.
His memory ends at the moment when the mentor took him by the hand into the sacred nave, the glorious divine light fell from the rose window, and the group of angels looked down on him from the dome. Pushing further forward is a foggy gray.
Maybe it's because his soul wasn't as pure as everyone else's from the start, and that's why he's leaving behind dust on the mirror now.
"Please guide me, teacher."
The white-robed monk muttered to himself.
Today, from the tallest tower of Beaumari Castle, he clearly saw the king surrounded by knights—much younger than he had imagined. But the king's silver hair and icy blue eyes were identical to those of the Duke of Buckingham.
Dragon Slayer…
He remembered the comments made by his mentor when he mentioned the Rose family to him:
“…they were dragon killers and conspirators, sacrificial, brave, insidious, treacherous, ruthless… It’s hard to fathom how these human traits come together…”
He couldn't understand why the good qualities could be merged with the filthy qualities at the same time
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, the white-robed cultivator began to prepare for tonight's cleaning operation.
Unlike turning the whole situation around, tonight's action doesn't require angels to come directly.
The first divine descent had already given him a part of the divine power that belonged to "Saint Val", and this time he could complete the cleansing operation himself.
everything's ready.
The white-robed monk walked down the tower.
As soon as he got out of the tower, the cold wind whistled, blowing his white robe like snow wings. He passed by the soldiers patrolling the night vigil. His white clothes should be very conspicuous in the dark night, but the soldiers didn't seem to see him at all.
The drawbridge of the outer fortifications of Beaumarie Castle had been destroyed, and he stepped onto the bank of the river where Legrand's army was stationed in the swift water.
When looking at it in the daytime, the white-robed cultivator marked the king's position with the sense of the baptism of the holy law. Now that the dark night covers the earth, he moves directly according to that subtle sense
Legrand's barracks were patrolled very closely, but none of the soldiers on the patrol found a mysterious man in white robes passing by without a hurry.
The king's main tent appeared before him.
The white-robed cultivator reached out and held the hilt of the sword, and a faint holy flame burned in his hand.
As long as he draws his sword and swings, the king of Legrand will fall here, and the war will be over. But the white-robed monk didn't move.
Not out of hesitation or kindness.
And because he noticed that the king was not asleep, he sat behind the tent facing him, staring at him through the heavy curtain.
—King Legrand is waiting for him
A trace of doubt passed by, and the white-robed cultivator was a little surprised.
After hesitating for a while, considering the special attention the Holy Court has always attached to the Qiangwei family, the white-robed cultivator did not act directly.
"Aren't you going to come in and talk? The Holy Court messenger from afar."
A calm voice came from the tent.