The pollution of the warp will not disappear on its own, just as justice will not be done on its own - after so many years of fighting against the twisted shadows deep within the world, Vanna knows this very well.
If this church had been contaminated by the Warp, and the Sisters on duty in the church had fallen in the contamination, then whatever invaded here would never have just perished on its own.
Considering the strange 'reverberation' of the nun in the main teaching hall and the strange atmosphere in the entire sixth block, the door to the underground hall obviously failed to stop the invaders here, so where is the invading subspace force now
Vanna raised the lantern in her hand. The whale oil containing divine power burned quietly in the lamp. Wherever the light shone, everything in the underground temple came into her eyes. The marks of sharp blades and bullet ricochets on the walls were like words engraved over and over again in a closed space and time, calmly telling her some secrets.
Word
Fanna frowned suddenly, and a flash of lightning seemed to flash in her heart.
If this nun who died in the underground temple had foreseen her fate when she closed the door, would she have tried to leave some record in some way to warn later investigators
This is the proper response of a well-trained priest!
"Check here again," she suddenly raised her head and shouted to the soldiers beside her, "All traces, sword cuts, bullet marks, bloodstains, everything - this sister may have left some kind of information before she died in battle!
"yes!"
The guards acted quickly, each dispersing with a lantern in hand, and began a more detailed and targeted search in this underground temple that had already been inspected.
Of course, Vanna herself was not idle either. After realizing that the fallen nun might have left a message before her death, she returned to the place where she died, returned to the entrance of the underground temple, and carefully checked the ground and walls near the gate.
She had just completely shattered the door of the temple, but she believed that there would be no information on the door, because the door of the temple was part of the exquisite seal, and the sacred symbol of the goddess was engraved on the door. Leaving marks on it would weaken the protection of the temple, and the nun would not do that.
The nun holding the sword still lay quietly on the ground, the blood that had not yet coagulated slowly flowing out under her.
Fanna squatted down beside the body and carefully examined the nun's whole body. Then, based on the angle at which the nun fell when she broke into the room, she speculated on her posture and position of death. She bent down at the most likely angle, pried open the nun's clenched hands, and checked the condition of the sword.
Suddenly, she stopped moving.
Vanna's eyes fell on the ground next to the nun.
There was a series of sword marks there, which at first glance looked like messy carvings, as if they were left on the ground by a dying person who held the sword unsteadily.
In the previous inspections, Vanna and her subordinates ignored these things, but this time, the young judge finally realized that these seemingly messy scratches were actually some "messages" that were seriously deformed and then repeatedly carved several times.
Here. She raised her head and spoke loudly to the old guards who were searching everywhere, then lowered her eyes and carefully distinguished the information from the sword marks.
After reading for a long time, she finally read a few words:
"1885."
It was just a string of numbers.
The guards had gathered and stood beside Vanna. They also identified the string of numbers from the sword marks. The short-bearded guard in the lead obviously didn't understand the meaning of the string of characters. He looked at his superior in confusion: "Judge, this string of numbers...Judge?"
He saw the look of astonishment on Vanna's face. The latter's eyes widened the moment she saw the string of numbers, as if thunder had exploded in her heart, causing this judge, who always appeared calm and composed in front of his subordinates, to be unable to control his expression.
Vanna was awakened by the shouts of her subordinates. She took a deep breath and felt her heart pounding. The memory of searching for information in the archives alone came to her mind. She recalled the strange records of heretical worship, the archives from 1889 onwards, and the missing records of 1885.
All these memories finally focused on this underground sanctuary, on the messy sword marks before her eyes: 1885.
“It was 1885… She reminded us before she died that she actually died in 1885!”
Vanna muttered softly to herself, while the guards around her looked at each other. One of them frowned, "But why did she emphasize this?"
The young Inquisitor was confused. A large number of clues had emerged and seemed to be about to merge into one, but a huge gap appeared in the middle, making it impossible for her to completely connect her thoughts.
If the number left by the nun was to indicate the year of her death, then this year must have a special meaning. This year contains the "warning" she wanted to convey, but what kind of warning is it that has a "strong connection" with the year 1885
Did the nun see something before she died
Why had the record from 1885 disappeared from the cathedral archives? Or did she know why it had disappeared
Unfortunately, the truth has disappeared over the years along with the cooling blood. The moment the door of the underground temple was closed, the secret known by the nun was destined to be unknown to anyone. The only thing she passed on to Vanna across time and space with her life was this string of incomprehensible numbers.
Vanna looked up and saw that the guards accompanying her were focusing their eyes on her. Some of them looked not only concerned but also cautiously observing.
"I went to the cathedral archives before," she said to her subordinates after organizing her thoughts. "In the archives, all the information about 1885 disappeared for some reason. Now it seems that this year is definitely..."
She stopped suddenly.
For some reason, the scenes of searching for information in the archives came to her mind again, as if another force was constantly reminding her to recall the memories of walking between the huge bookshelves. In between these memories, she suddenly heard the gentle sound of waves.
Vanna slowly opened her eyes.
She still couldn't recall anything other than looking up the archives on her own, but she had realized that there might be something wrong with her memory of the archives. Her spiritual gift was warning her, and so was the goddess!
"Return to the cathedral," she suddenly said to her subordinates beside her, "I want to go to the archives!"
The guards looked at each other, not knowing why the Inquisitor was so nervous and serious, but they soon stopped hesitating and immediately obeyed the order.
Just as the guards were about to leave, one of them looked down at the ground next to him and suddenly exclaimed that the words were disappearing!
Fanna immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and a cluster of subtle green was reflected in her eyes.
Her breath hitched instantly.
On the ground, the marks carved by the nun before her death were gradually disappearing, just like pencil writing on paper being erased by an eraser. Where the sword marks disappeared, faint green flames that were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye kept jumping. These "sparks" came from nowhere, as if they had been spreading in a dimension that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and now suddenly appeared in the vision of real people...
Vanna was very familiar with these dark green sparks!
It was the owner of this flame who guided her to this church!
At this moment, endless conjectures emerged in her mind, about the Lost Hometown, about the ghost captain, about the subspace and the number '1885', but all the conjectures did not match.
No one could explain what role the ghost captain played, and Vanna couldn't understand why the other party's fire would erase the traces in front of her at this time, but she was very clear that she should not stay here for long, and she had to return to the cathedral immediately.
In the blink of an eye, the traces on the ground disappeared, and the green fire that came from nowhere gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Don't get close to this piece of land. Be careful that the fire is still spreading beyond the visible range," Vanna reminded her subordinates. "Leave this church now. Team 2 will stay outside the church and set up a seal on the spot and wait for orders. The rest of you will follow me back to the cathedral."
The defenders said in unison: "Yes!"
Fanna nodded, then thought for a moment and ordered, "Also, notify the standby troops in the nearby blocks to block the entire Sixth Block."
Vanna led the guards through the main hall of the chapel.
One of the guards subconsciously glanced in the direction of the goddess statue and suddenly exclaimed: "The praying 'nun' is gone too!"