When Angel first built the model of the door, he felt that illusion energy was involved, but when the door model was first formed, it was only a simple spatial displacement, and Angel thought that it would not be affected by the energy of illusion.
Unexpectedly, the influence is here.
To say it is an influence is not true. At least Angel felt that space energy, special energy and illusion energy, although the three were dominated by special energy, formed a very perfect balance.
Without the participation of illusion energy, there might be a little less flavor.
What Angel wants to confirm most now is what effect will appear when illusion energy appears on the door? Not at all, this one has become exaggerated because of illusion? Or, in the vicinity of the door, create a large number of illusions
When Angel was thinking about it, the outline of the door became clearer and more profound.
With the emergence of the door, Angel could feel the special energy in the model of the magic door, and gradually formed a faint bond with the door in front of him.
The special energy is like a link, connecting Angel and the door tightly.
Also because of the appearance of this bond, the special energy originally covering the model of the door also began to shrink sharply, but this contraction does not mean reduction, Angel can feel that the special energy still maintains a state of balance. , The door model should be covered again in the future, but the time required will be tested after this test.
Determined that the special energy will spread again, Angel no longer cares about the witchcraft position, but stares closely at the door in front of him.
The shape of this door is almost the same as the model of the door on the witchcraft seat, but the model of the door on the witchcraft seat is made of countless lines, and the door in front of you is actually countless glowing lines Intertwined out.
There is a beauty of intertwining lines.
But what Anger cared about the most was the facade. This door has no leaf, replaced by a thin layer of light mist.
The three kinds of energies that Angel had sensed before were all on this layer of light and fog, especially special energies.
Angel felt that he had a deep connection with the door in front of him, but he was still a little uncertain about what was behind the door.
Angel took a deep breath, he himself came to test the effect of this door, and naturally it was impossible to back down now.
Without hesitation, Angel took a step forward and stepped into the mist.
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Alex followed the priest who adopted him into the Kruja church.
This church is said to have stood in the town for more than two hundred years. There was a prosperous period, but because God has never shown a miracle, and the residents of the town are getting fewer and fewer, Kruja Church began to fall into disrepair. Especially in recent years, when the road to the Holy City was cut off, the clergy could no longer be sent, and the Kruja Church was even more ruined.
Now only Alex and Bron Lang are left, and a Mother Tessa who works in the garden every day.
Father Bron Lang, who adopted Alex, is now over seventy years old, and his body and mind are not as good as before. And Mother Tessa was over sixty years old.
As a result, the management of the entire church was burdened on Alex alone.
And Alex couldn't clean up the church by himself, which made the Kruya church look a little gray, and the colorful paper on the windows turned yellow. Not to mention the sculpture of God the Father on the top of the church, which has not been cleaned for several years because there is no ladder.
Alex looked up at the somewhat dirty and mottled face of the Father, and there was no trace of mercy. On the contrary, there is a faint sense of gloom and terror.
"Alex, it is disrespectful to look directly into the eyes of the Father." Berron Lang rebuked.
"I was just thinking..." Alexton paused, as if he didn't know how to express it.
After a long time, under the gaze of Berron Lang, he said softly, "Why has God the Father never descended on glory."
After listening to this, Bron Lang didn't say anything, he stretched out his old hand tremblingly, took out a book from the washed white robe, put it on his chest, closed his eyes and said silently: "Father God is above. , Please forgive this lost child, he has not been baptized, so he cannot see the mercy of the Father. Your humble believer will use the rest of his life to lead him to find the light from the confusion. "
After Braun Lang finished speaking, he said a few words of God's admonition before opening his eyes and looking at Alex.
Bron Lang didn't speak, but the quiet gaze made Alex feel the pressure and couldn't help lowering his head.
"Alex, you are questioning God the Father." Berron Lang's tone was serious: "This is more disrespectful than looking directly at God the Father."
"I know I was wrong." Alex lowered his head, avoiding Berron Lang's gaze.
Braun Lang: "It's naturally good that you know mistakes. But I want you to think about the problem from the perspective of the canon."
Alex actually wants to argue that the rules in the divine tome are too harsh and rigid. If thinking starts from here, it will kill the ability to think, and finally become like Mother Tessa, stupid and stupid only know where Watering and planting flowers in the garden.
However, Alex did not speak to refute, but bowed his head and did not speak, and made a cooperative appearance.
Bron Lang looked at Alex and sighed softly: "I know you have a lot of doubts, but doubts are the cage that troubles the heart of the dust. When you truly become a priest, you will understand that God the Father will definitely answer you. All doubts. So, your doubts now are unnecessary."
"Besides, I'm also old, and it is estimated that I will return to the kingdom of God the Father soon. Only you can take over the Church of Kruya. If you question God the Father, how can I trust the church to you?" Bron Lang was saddened. the way.
With guilt on Alex's face: "It was my fault."
Bron Lang sighed "sigh": "Ever since I brought you back to the church, I can see that you are out of tune with the surroundings, why don't you try to blend in? After all, you will be a priest in the future. Name, live here for a long time."
Alex still bowed his head to admit his mistake, but what he thought in his mind was another scene.
Brown Lang originally wanted to give a few more reprimands, but at this time, the door of the church was pushed open.
A middle-aged woman wearing a black skirt with a cloth around her waist walked in with a low sob.
The middle-aged woman glanced at Bron Lang and Alex with red eyes, choked, and her tears rolled down like pearls.
Bron Lang looked at her with pity in his eyes.
The middle-aged woman was out of breath from crying. After a long time, she heard a rustling sound in front of her. When she looked up, she saw a white-haired boy stretched out a slender hand and handed over a handkerchief.
"It's Alex... uh... Where's Father Burren Lang?" The middle-aged woman took the handkerchief and looked around, but she didn't see anyone else in the church.
"Father Burren Lang has already left for the cemetery. He said that he would personally go to do the final death ceremony for Knight Raven, and I will solve it for Mrs." Alex's eyes were filled with sympathy.
Hearing the name of Knight Raven, the middle-aged woman froze for a moment, and tears flowed from her eyes again.
"Raven, my Raven, why did you abandon your mother..." she cried desperately.
"Mrs. Connie, I know that you are saddened by the loss of your son. It may be better for you to speak out about the stagnation in your heart." As Alex said, he led Connie to the confession room on the side of the church.
Because of her son's death, Connie lost her soul at this moment, and staggered along with Alex.
The confession room was originally a vermilion wooden cubicle, but as time passed, the red paint slowly peeled off, revealing the deep black wood inside. The gradient of red and black alternated, and there was an illusion of blood dripping.
Connie walked into the confession room and couldn't wait to express her inner distress.
Alex sat on the other side, listening quietly.
Raven Knight, a member of the town's Knights team, patrols the town of Gust all year round. Alex had seen him once, and he was a very sunny young man.
However, at this time, the Raven Knight was already dead, and even the body could not be found.
Only one head remains.
When it was discovered, it was hung on the pier of the stone bridge leading to the Holy City, ten kilometers outside the town.
It was clearly an abnormal death.
However, Knight Raven is not the first person in the town to die abnormally. It started three years ago when Alex was brought to Gust by Bron Lang. According to Alex's own statistics, this has already It's the seventeenth.
Only the head remains in each, and the body disappears.
So far, this continuous abnormal case has not been solved, and no one knows who the murderer is.
It can be said that this is a huge shadow that haunts the entire town of Gust.
After Mrs. Connie finished speaking of the helplessness and sorrow in her heart, Alex lit a candle to pray for him, said a few words of comfort, and sent Mrs. Connie out of the church.
When Mrs Connie was about to leave, Alex asked, "Is Miss Fasy dying soon?"
Connie was stunned for a moment: "I'm not familiar with Faxie, I don't know, but Raven seems to have mentioned it before, which is true. What are you asking this question for?"
Alex smiled: "Just asking, no other meaning."
After sending Connie away, Alex returned to the church. He pushed open the door of the confession room and walked in.
Sitting quietly and thinking about some problems.
After an unknown period of time, Alex suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction above his head: "I don't know why Father Burren Lang and Mrs. Connie can't see you."
"But, I can see you."
"I really want to know, you've been with me for a day today, what's the matter? Also, who are you?"
In the direction Alex was looking, there was nothing.
However, from Alex's own vision, there was a blond young man who looked about his own age floating there.