In a dark temple, a beam of faint blue flame flickered continuously, and the flame gradually became smaller and disappeared silently into the darkness.
In the darkness, there was a lonely sound of footsteps and a cane. A bright and strange lamp illuminated a path in the darkness, and also illuminated the appearance of the owner of the footsteps.
He was an old man in his twilight years, wearing a neat black suit, with a vertical scar on his right eye. He was holding a black cane, and his wrinkled face was full of vigor and vitality. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had a maturity and stability that could lead everyone to the right direction.
Near where the flame had just died out, the old man picked up the lamp, illuminating seven different lampstands.
Each lampstand is almost identical, without any decoration, just like an ordinary plate supported by a stand.
On the front of the lampstand, there are different inscriptions: Humility, Diligence, Generosity, Kindness, Temperance, Praise, and Chastity.
The seven lampstands are located on the same plane, with no one higher than the other.
Originally, there was a flame burning on each lampstand. Although the light of these flames was not enough to illuminate the entire dark space, they were indeed trying their best to emit light and heat.
But now, three lamps have gone out.
To be precise, only two lamps were completely extinguished, and the other one emitted a unique dim light, as if it no longer belonged to this world.
Everyone who becomes a disciple of the Curse Sect will light his own lamp with his own hands, and these lamps are connected to the life of the disciple.
When the light goes out, it means that the person who lit the light has come to the end of his life.
The old man's gaze lingered on the [Humble] lampstand for a long time without saying a word. He put down his cane and gently stroked the [Humble] lampstand.
That lamp has been on since he was a child. Because of the existence of that lamp, the sect has been able to grow step by step to where it is today.
This lamp is like a guardian angel to the old man.
When he was wavering at first, it was this lamp that gave him strength.
Now, the lamp is out, forever.
Although he had expected such a day to come, the old man could not have imagined that it would happen at this time.
The lampstand is still hot.
Touching the lampstand, the old man seemed to hear what [Humility] was thinking. He picked up the chandelier, propped up his cane, and staggered into the darkness.
The hall of the Dark Temple.
All the officials above the rank of priests of the Curse Cult have gathered together, lined up, and actively chanted the sect's doctrines.
In the center of the hall, there was a black pool, as calm as a mirror. In the center of the black pool was a cross, and tied to the cross was a spiritual woman with a white body.
The curse of the goddess poured into her ears with a large number of treasonous words, and Feng Yu, the former saint of the Goddess Church, opened her eyes slightly.
As a spirit, she no longer had the strength to struggle, but she still managed to raise her head, her eyes fixed on the five different people outside the chanting team.
A bandaged man, a sturdy man with a mouth full of gold teeth, a girl in a checkered robe, the nameless boy and the kind old lady she saw that day.
After being imprisoned for so long, Feng Yu more or less knew their identities, and an ominous premonition came over her.
The five disciples of the Curse Cult gathered together... Something big was about to happen.
Suddenly, the voices of the Curse Cult members chanting their doctrines stopped abruptly, and the scene was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
In the vast darkness, a strange light gradually illuminated the cold and dark temple, and an old man in a black suit appeared in Feng Yu's eyes.
The old man looked no different from an ordinary old man, but Feng Yu could sense an unprecedented danger from him.
The Curse Sect cadres present bowed to the old man as a sign of respect. Even the Curse Sect's disciples bowed to the old man with reverence in their eyes.
The old man's true identity is about to be revealed.
He is the current Pope of the Cursed Sect, Gaskell Lorente.
Gaskell Lorente stepped up to the platform next to Feng Yu, his expression more serious than ever before:
“Sorry for the long wait, I am glad to see each and every one of your faces.
It's a pity that I can't see some people's faces.
They sacrificed their lives for our common ideals.
It is worth remembering for each of us.
”
Gasquel Llorente is already in his twilight years, but every sound he makes is sonorous and powerful, just like a young man full of vigor and vitality.
"Once upon a time, everyone in the world was equal.
Everyone can find what they love and have their own place to stay.
They never believe in gods and create their future with their own hands.
They are their own light, and they can also become the light of others.
But one day, everything changed.
One day in the past, a vile goddess came into this world.
She imposes her so-called gift on the world, gathers our luck together, only gives good luck to some people, and divides us into different levels.
The goddess has only one goal, which is to turn everyone into her slaves.
Your misfortune, our misfortune, the misfortune of people in the past, the misfortune of people in the present, and the misfortune of people in the future are all caused by the goddess.
When we encounter injustice, disaster, and bullying, we pray to the goddess again and again, praying that she can bestow that insignificant bit of power to change our current situation a little bit.
But no matter how we prayed, no matter how many times we begged, she never showed up to help us.
Because we are all people abandoned by God.
The goddess only takes away our luck and never pays attention to our destiny.
The group of people who have our "luck" think they are superior to others, act arrogantly, become the goddess's lackeys, and promote the goddess's beauty.
It is obvious that we were deprived of "luck" and that created them, but they take it for granted that this is what they deserve.
Therefore, we must curse the goddess, overthrow her, and restore the world to its original state.
Since the goddess will not help, she will awaken her enemies.
As long as you are willing to pay the price, the devil will definitely respond to your expectations.
They were created as the goddess's natural enemies, and their power is indispensable to overthrowing the goddess."
Gaskell Llorente's speech was passionate and every word he said was moving.
After countless years of careful preparation, he can now finally announce that his plan has entered its final stage:
“Everyone!
After countless years of long waiting, the day we have been looking forward to is finally here!
We have finally entered the final stage of summoning the demon.
In just three days, the door that seals the devil will open, and the devil will reappear in the world.
The history of the world will open a new page!
Please, join us in defending our common ideals!
Go change this rotten world!"
(End of this chapter)