The flames appeared on Charles' body again, burning his skin, his internal organs, but Charles had no intention of stopping.
Charles rushed forward with simple and cautious steps. He hoped that the fire could burn bigger and burn his entire body completely.
"Charles, you really don't want to go home? Think about your family whom you haven't seen for a long time. Rescues the God of Light, and then you can go home." The Pope's voice came from behind.
Charles gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. "Since what you said is true, why are you hiding it? Why don't you just tell me what you are hiding?"
Charles' body flew into the air and turned directly into a bat, trying to rush out again.
The Pope's voice came from behind again, his voice turned cold. "You have waited thirteen years to go home. Do you know how many days I have waited for this day? A full one hundred and twenty years!! No one can stop my plan!"
A group of white shadows rose from the floor, quickly rolled up Charles and sent him to the last empty spot.
Charles struggled to get out, but found that he could no longer get out, as if there was an invisible glass cover around him.
The strange inscriptions on the entire concentric circle began to float and pounce towards the glowing human figure in the center.
The believers with their eyes sealed with wax slowly gathered around him, with their heads pressed deeply to the ground, murmuring eulogies from the New Testament.
Charles looked at the Pope with an increasingly radiant smile on his face, and his mind quickly searched for possibilities to stop all this. Suddenly, he remembered that he had found some information before, which might come in handy.
"Wait! The God of Light is not the real God you believe in. He is man-made! He is not God! He is just an experiment of the Foundation!"
Hearing Charles' words, the Pope nodded naturally. "Yes, I know. The God of Light is a member of the Foundation's GK. He was created using the blood collected from the God of Futan. He did not hide anything from me."
"You know? You know and yet you still believe in Him? A man-made God?" Shocked Charles felt it was extremely unreasonable.
"He is more than just God to me, He is everything to me." While speaking, various emotions flashed in the Pope's eyes, including admiration, respect, gratitude, and... love.
Before Charles could utter a second sentence, the man of light covered by various inscriptions began to move for the first time. An extremely dazzling light began to radiate from his body, illuminating the entire hall in white.
Along with a murmur that sounded from ancient times, the huge mechanical structure Longka was torn into two halves.
The strange city under the trench appeared above Charles, and now he was upside down.
The huge green stone construction, the dizzyingly high stone carvings, the magnificent stone statues and the gorgeous reliefs were illuminated by the strong light of the light man. At this moment, the entire trench turned into welding white.
The light man suddenly moved, and it turned into a beam of light, piercing directly into the strange city above its head.
At this moment, the whole city turned into a painting, which slowly rolled up, revealing the time and space behind the painting.
There was nothing behind it but extreme darkness, and in this darkness a key was floating.
He recognized this key. It was once transported to the surface by the Foundation on an aircraft carrier. It was the key to the surface.
"Key~" Charles couldn't help but say it as he looked at the thing.
"Yes, that's right, the key. I told you a long time ago that I am here to find the key. Our goals are the same, and I never lie." The Pope walked out of the circle and came to Charles' side and said.
"Shh, be quiet, don't wake Him up. Look there, look carefully." The Pope pointed gently with his hand with a smile on his face.
Charles looked over and still saw nothing, but just as he was about to ask, a hazy object appeared in the darkness.
It was a giant with eyeballs and tentacles all over his body. Although it was unbelievable, Charles felt that the information given by his brain was that this giant was bigger than a planet.
It is called a giant, but strictly speaking it is a monster with a vague human outline, a head with many tentacles, a body covered with scaly green gelatinous substance, huge claws, and a pair of long and narrow wings behind it. It has a bloated and fat body and is dripping with mucus.
The giant is sleeping, and with his breath, the time and space around him are constantly torn and healed.
From the moment he saw him, Charles' sanity was rapidly declining and his body couldn't even move.
This is the god Ftan, the sleeping god Ftan.
In Ftan's right hand, which has twenty-three tentacles, there is a tiny egg-yolk-colored ball.
The little ball rolled over and rolled out from the tentacles, trying to get close to Charles and the others, but it could not escape.
The Pope returned to his seat and stood still. He looked excited, his eyes full of heat as he looked at the little ball of light.
Then the Pope suddenly raised his hands towards the ball of light. The circle under the four sacrifices emitted a dazzling light.
The huge eyeball shed tears of blood, and the tears floated towards the ball of light.
Swan's mouth returned again, and this time he made a normal baby cry. The blood and flesh on his body quickly melted and floated up.
The Pope opened his mouth wide, and the golden light that flowed out floated up like a substance.
Charles suddenly felt something standing behind him. He glanced over and found that it was his shadow standing up from the ground.
The shadow separated from Charles' body and flew towards the ball of light along with the other three objects.
Charles' heart suddenly felt empty and he felt very lost. Shadow's departure seemed to have taken something away from him.
These four things quickly merged into a rope, which directly wrapped around the small ball of light in the distance.
The rope grabbed the small ball of light and pulled it out quickly step by step.
"Snap." When Charles came to his senses, he found himself back on the sea. The sea breeze blew on his face, and his sanity that was taken away by the god Futan quickly returned.
He saw that the sea around him was densely packed with large and small ships. Judging from the triangles on their foreheads, they were all believers of the God of Light.
(End of this chapter)