The main hall used for sacrificial ceremonies in the temple has become a gathering place for tourists. Walk in and turn right, and pass a long corridor. These are some small side halls that are not open, most of which are hung with "staff lounge" And the "Tourists Stop" sign.
The 634th Archbishop of the Temple, Mr. Charles Goode, is 76 years old this year and still loves to take photos with others—that’s why every time he comes back, he will deliberately pick a time when there are more tourists, and Keen to pass through the tourists amidst the screams and the shouting of the tour guides.
It only takes ten minutes to walk through the main hall, and Mr. Goode usually walks for two hours. During this period, he is like a Disney mascot, with a cheerful smile and a beer belly, and is taken by different tourists. Sign, respond to requests, never say no.
On this day, it was rare for him to walk in a hurry, and he walked through the employee-only passage without being so ostentatious.
From the formation of the enchantment to the present for 1,200 years, there has never been a demon-level Difu passing through the enchantment net. This is his appointment, the appointment of the appointment, and so on. bad luck.
Mr. Good's hair, which was not much in the first place, was losing almost all of it.
"The archbishop is here!" Someone shouted, and everyone automatically gave way to a passage.
Bishop Gude bent down to look at Kelsen who was undergoing a blood transfusion on the hospital bed with a serious expression: "How is he?"
"There shouldn't be any danger." Amy said, "It's just that he's still very weak. I'll have to check after the bag of blood is transfused, but with his physical fitness, he should be able to regain consciousness within three days."
Mr. Goode nodded, and then, his old fingers made a complicated handprint, and then tapped gently on Kelsen's forehead muttering, the poor man's gray face seemed to relax all of a sudden. Less—this is the archbishop's blessing. It is said that Mr. Goode was also an excellent therapist when he was young.
Mr. Good touched Kelsen's forehead lightly, sighed, and then asked, "Has the badge been taken back?"
"I'm here." Gal took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and opened it to reveal the blood-stained badge wrapped inside.
"Gal," Mr. Goode took out Kelsen's medal and sighed as he watched him, "I'm so sorry my son, I'm afraid your vacation will be ruined."
Gal shrugged - the holidays had been wet for him anyway, ever since he graduated from the Temple.
Mr. Goode wiped off the blood on the badge. He wondered if he felt some sensation. The badge gave off a soft halo in his palm: "Let's see what you have experienced before—appearance."
Every hunter has this kind of badge. When they encounter danger, the badge can convey the emergency situation of the owner to the companions. It has the functions of alarm and positioning, and can also record the image of the last Difu encountered by the owner. , like a black box on an airplane, carried by these crash-prone hunters.
Under the order of Mr. Goode, the badge quickly floated a layer of white mist, which was very thick, just like the fog polluted by the industrial revolution hundreds of years ago. The thick fog protruded out of the greedy breathing of some kind of beast , seems to hide countless pairs of greedy eyes, sticking out their tongues to watch their prey. Although it is only a video, this hidden danger makes every hunter present nervous unconsciously.
It was a kind of instinct for danger accumulated from countless missions.
Then several gray shadows flashed in the white mist, and a man's scream suddenly came from the white mist, Amy's hands trembled: "It's Kelsen..."
The color of blood covered the white mist, and all images disappeared.
"Ruldan," Mr. Gude sighed with an ugly face, "Abyss Jackal—the legendary devil-level heart eater, who loves human beings and is full of jealousy, and his negative emotions make him extremely powerful."
Amy was still in shock: "So many..."
"No, there is only one." Gal saw it more clearly, "The abyss jackal is very fast, good at hiding itself, and can kill with one hit. Archbishop, what was Kelsen's mission before, why was he attacked by the abyss jackal? "
"Come with me." Mr. Goode turned to look at Kelsen, bent over to check the scar on his chest, and nodded to Amy, "You handled it very well and saved his life."
Amy was stunned, and Mr. Good quickly left with a group of hunters and instructors. Then he adjusted the flow rate of the potion and blood injected into Kelsen's blood vessel: "It's not my fault."
He shrugged to himself, thinking of the mysterious man who lived in Gal's house.
A hunter who is proficient in "The Canon" is really rare.
There is already someone in Mr. Goode's office. He is a middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds on his face. I don't know if it is because he always frowns. There is also a crease at the tip of his eyebrow. On the bones, the fingers are like dead branches.
Someone exclaimed: "Mr. Sculler!"
Mr. Sculler is the current sword-wielding priest. Unfortunately, no one has seen him for a long time. It is said that he is seriously ill and has been hospitalized... He does look so thin that only a bone is left.
The archbishop embraced his old companion who seemed to be dying soon, and was not surprised by his appearance.
"Louis," said Mr. Goode, "you give him a hand."
Louis walked up silently, and stretched out his hands to support Mr. Sculler's fluttering body. He noticed that the unsmiling priest was wearing a full set of sacrificial robes, and he was also carrying an epee, which symbolized the status of a priest. It was an antique , Not to mention its own weight, the rust inside alone almost crushed the poor man.
But no one can take the sword for him, it is like the archbishop's scepter, it symbolizes the authority of the priest.
Sculler nodded to Louis, slowly moved into Mr. Good's office, and sat down slowly with the support of Louis.
"The barrier is loose." These were the first words of the sword-wielding priest after he sat down, and he managed to calm down everyone present.
Mr. Goode leaned back on the chair, crossed his hands on the table, and was silent for a while. He asked, "Is there no way to fix it?"
Sculler shook his head: "I've been researching for a lifetime, but I haven't been able to figure out what kind of energy Archbishop Al is using to support the enchantment. I'm sorry."
Mr. Goode sighed: "It's not your fault, my old friend, you have tried your best."
A trace of emotion flickered through Scowler's dull eyes. He felt that there was a hole in his body, and his vitality was like the water in the bathtub, flowing continuously to another world through the dark floor drain.
"How did the barrier loosen?" asked a woman with dark hair and a neutral temperament. Her name was Michelle Lucreta. She was originally a hunter. She just had her own child last year, so she returned to the temple to fight. Instructor.
"The enchantment is not omnipotent," said Sculler, who looked very tired. "It is like a human being, it will also age, have loose teeth, be sick all over the body, and go to death."
"I didn't expect it to be during my tenure." Mr. Good smiled wryly.
"Yes, it's a pity that I can't accompany you to the end." The epee in Sculler's hand dropped to the ground, and he made a hoarse voice, "There was an earthquake ten years ago, and we found signs of the barrier loosening , I have been hiding this news since then, hoping to find a way to repair it, but no, the appearance of the demon-level Difu is just a signal that the enchantment that has protected us for more than a thousand years is disappearing, which is comparable to the spread of the ozone layer hole. Much faster."
The room was very quiet, and the sound of a needle point falling on the ground seemed to be audible. After some time, Michelle asked, "Then what should we do?"
Mr. Goode gestured to Sculler with his eyes, and the haggard man took out a new badge from his pocket: "First of all, we will recall all the hunters. Starting today, everyone will be replaced with a new badge, which is an improved badge. , has a certain defensive ability. Second, all operations will be unified in the temple in the future, and a whole group of hunters will be arranged for each mission. Everyone, the period of fighting alone is over, and I hope everyone can get used to their partners in the shortest possible time , everyone except the 'Golden Medal Hunter' is forbidden to act alone."
"Third, from now on, all teaching directions in the temple will be adjusted, and the assessment system will be re-established. Those who fail to pass will not be allowed to enter the internship period. Fourth, set up a special equipment team and recruitment team. We need more equipment Support and more fresh blood."
"Fifth..." Sculler's voice paused, he stood up from the chair with great difficulty, and refused Louis' help, the man's back was still straight, he said, "Louis Meggert. "
Louis looked at him suspiciously: "Sir?"
"Kneel down." The sword-wielding priest ordered in a low voice.
At that moment, everyone understood what was happening. The devil instructor opened his eyes wide and looked at Sculler in disbelief: "Sir, this is not..."
"Kneel down." Sculler's voice was raised for a day, his cheeks were tense, and the shriveled muscles inside could be seen through the shriveled skin.
Louis glanced at Mr. Goode, the archbishop nodded silently to him, and he slowly bent his knee and knelt on one knee.
"I, Alyn Brad Farah Scholler, the five hundred and ninety-sixth sword-wielding priest of the temple, serve a term of twelve years. In this position... I will soon come to the end of my life." Archbishop There was no sound in the office, and everyone held their breath. Sculler paused, raised the priest's epee with both hands, and handed him to Louis, "Then——Mr. Does the inheritance of the sword shoulder the responsibility of protecting the temple?"
Louis raised his head, his eyes just met Sculler's eyes, the man's eyes were extremely deep, like two deep wells.
"I..." His voice was dry, his throat rolled, and he said softly, "Yes, I am willing."
He knelt on the ground and took the heavy sword with both hands, exposing all the veins on the back of his hand.
Sculler patted him on the shoulder and said to the archbishop, "The official handover will be next week."
"Louis," a sudden smile appeared on his face, which softened his stern face, "my boy, you are more talented than me, harder than me, and most importantly...you are younger than me , you believe that you can handle this sword well."
Louis stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.
Sculler sighed, and sat down again, showing a kind of fatigue that was fading away: "I calculate that the time for the barrier to completely collapse will not be longer than thirty years."
After a word fell, whispers rang out, and Mr. Goode closed his eyes for a moment, as if he had aged a lot.
At this moment, suddenly, a voice came from outside the door, and a man said softly: "No, the 'nuclear' has begun to crack, and I don't think it will take more than ten years."
His voice was very low, as if whispering into someone's ear, but everyone present could hear what he said clearly. Everyone turned their heads together, and saw a young man wrapped in a snow-white robe standing there. He had slightly curly blond hair hanging on his shoulders, and the backlight was almost bright. The roses seem to be able to drip the morning dew.
The man's light gray eyes swept across everyone's faces, paused unconsciously on Gal's face, and finally landed on Mr. Goode.
In an instant, the noisy archbishop's office was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop to the ground. After an unknown amount of time, someone exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh my god! Archbishop Al! The statue... the statue is alive!"