"We found this when we were investigating the camp." Seeing Hao Ren's astonishment and bewilderment, Viroel took out a tattered black book from his pocket and handed it over, "It explains Unlock the secret of that legion."
Hao Ren took the tattered and almost shapeless thick book: "This is..."
"This is an ancient note. It was originally a powerful holy object. It once belonged to a high-ranking bishop or ascetic. It should be a prayer book. The initial scriptures recorded on it made it survive the time in the nightmare world Erosion, probably because of this, its original owner chose to record some important things on it... Don't look at the previous scriptures, those are basically unrecognizable, and there are still 1/3 of the notes behind. One can read."
Hao Ren carefully opened the prayer book and found the second half of the handwriting.
"The power of... is moving away, the storm at dusk... cut off the induction with..., and the situation has begun to deteriorate. Bishop Aaron tried to call (unrecognizable place or person name), but there was no response. We may have... I worry that the worldly supplies will soon be polluted by the power of... Valuable things that happen in the future will be recorded in this prayer book...
"... On the seventy-sixth day, we have been trapped here for more than two months, and only two scouts returned. They said... It was confirmed that the warden army was destroyed, and those powerful war colossi and magic weapons seemed to be out of control , where they were destroyed, you can see... The Twilight Fortress and the Mithril Fortress were in darkness, losing the light of divine grace. At this point, it is almost certain that the wardens had an accident, maybe...
"... all kinds of supplies are running out, and there is still no hope of improving the situation... The passage to the real world is locked. The Heroic Soul Legion does not need food and drinking water, but the consumption of holy water and incense cannot be replenished. These things, even heroic souls... are corrupted and twisted. At the bishops' meeting, we discussed the possibility of finding replacements, but in this nightmare world, I'm afraid there is nothing that can resist Loch Marton...
"The passage of time is becoming weird. We don't seem to feel the alternation of day and night, but it is also possible that the alternation of day and night in this world has really stopped. After the warden left... but the position is still there, we should be able to hold it. Just How long will it last? The demigod guards have already left, and the legion of the demigod guards has also retreated, leaving only us, the heroic souls transformed from mortals, continuing to hold on in this empty nightmare space, which seems to be lost. significance…
"... There was a fierce battle, and many people died in the battle, but in the end they successfully repelled Lockmarton's minions, and the position is still firmly controlled by the Knights. Perhaps our persistence is important to Lockmarton Meaningless indeed, but so what—at least it made sense to us. Also, I got some wounds in battle, and healing spells were surprisingly weak on the wounds, which is anomalous and requires… "
"... After two months, the wound finally began to heal, but it looked a bit strange, and there seemed to be some growth around the wound... I found other soldiers who had been wounded, and found that half of them had similar conditions, and there were hyperplastic tissue near the wound .The Episcopal Conference later conducted an investigation and found... more abnormal changes, some soldiers' limbs were shrunk or deformed, although it was very slight, this did not seem to be a good omen...
"... more and more mutations are being produced, and the situation is getting weirder. After the last battle, it was found that all healing spells no longer worked, but everyone's wound self-healing ability has become unprecedentedly strong, which can almost outweigh the Healing magic that loses its effect, but after the wound is healed, there are always various incomprehensible growths, and removing it will lead to more...
"Lack of energy, a little trance, vaguely remembering what I forgot, but life is still busy, today is the day of... praying
"... I saw my appearance from the reflective shield, and I don't know when I grew a new tentacles... Bishop Aaron has completely changed into an unknown appearance, but the smell is still his... My two attendants also It's getting weird and I can't tell who they are because they are so similar now that I have to put different colored cloth straps on them...
"Writing has become very difficult... I don't know what to write, I feel that my thinking is getting more and more chaotic, and it is difficult to recall a lot... The bishops seem to have forgotten a very important ceremony, and I still have a little understanding of that ceremony. Impressions, but what the hell is that...
"... The battle is over, injured, many people, waiting to heal, vaguely remember that there was a speeding up wound healing... what is it
"Writing these things... recording... I can't understand... I am... yes..."
The subsequent records have all turned into unrecognizable chaotic symbols and abstract and horrible graffiti, which are no longer readable.
"He should be the one who persisted the longest," Verrol said slowly, "The diaries he left gave us valuable information, allowing us to roughly guess what happened here after the wardens left this place. Things. The power of Lockmarton will continue to corrupt the creatures that enter the nightmare world, whether they are ordinary people or powerful priests or holy spirits, as long as they lose the continuous support of holy objects, they will gradually be transformed into a part of the nightmare."
Hao Ren returned the precious notebook to Bishop Verraul: "They don't seem to have been completely transformed yet."
"But they have lost their human minds," the old bishop sighed. "They still retain the instinct to fight against Chaos monsters, and they still seem to be fighting against the erosion of Loch Marton, but they can no longer communicate or think. After contacting them, I tried many ways of negotiating, but there was no progress, and the only result so far is that...they will not attack us."
Ge Dun, the king of mountains and rivers, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.
"We can consider this matter slowly." Hao Ren still remembered his purpose of coming to this space. The appearance of the "Legion of the End" was just an accident. Although it needs to be concerned, the root cause of all this must be solved first. —Lockmarton, "I want to know, how did you transfer the entire city of gods? What happened at that time? What happened in the city of gods? Those popes..."
"We also have a lot of questions." Verrol glanced at Hao Ren and the rock giants behind Hao Ren, "I think we both need an in-depth meeting. Come back to the city of gods with us, His Holiness the Pope will Tell you everything."
"The Pope?!" Hao Ren was stunned when he heard this, "You mean August VII? Didn't he already..."
"Please remember one sentence - Sanctuary people will never give in, even in front of Lochmarton," the old bishop said lightly, "I know your doubts, come, in the city of gods, you will get everything Answer."
The City of the Gods on the Scorched Plains—Even if it fell into this nightmare world dominated by Loch Marton, it still stands proudly. And the hard price paid also symbolizes the indomitable spirit of Sanyu people. After entering the city, you can see all kinds of severely damaged buildings and streets that are almost out of shape. Many tall churches and towers are actually on the verge of collapse. Due to the loss of their foundations, they now rely entirely on magical power Supported, a slight halo flowed between the cracked stone slabs and metal, keeping them from disintegrating immediately.
Many workers are busy among these damaged buildings. They work hard to repair those buildings that are less damaged and can last for a long time, and demolish those temples and towers that are completely unable to stand and rely entirely on divine magic. Among the ruins that have completely collapsed, there are many metal golems engraved with magic runes all over their bodies. They seem to be collecting useful materials from the ruins.
The whole city looked severely damaged, but everything seemed to be in order. Hao Ren's first thought when he saw this scene was: the teleportation of the City of God's Familiars was not a sudden situation, but various plans had been made for a long time. !
There is only one person capable of arranging such a thing, and that is the Pope who can control everything in the Holy City, August VII.
Then in the real world outside, who is the pope who was corrupted by the world-splitting blade and stopped everyone? !
With such doubts in mind, Hao Ren and his party walked through the dilapidated streets of the holy city. Led by the high-ranking bishop Verroer, they passed through the ring of mortals and the path of sages on the outer layer of the city, and finally arrived at the core of the holy city. A circular street called the side of divine will.
This was once the center of the Goddess Sect. All the cathedrals and privy archives at the apex are concentrated in this smallest ring-shaped block, and the building with the largest area is the Icon Palace where the Pope lives—20 The "human symbol" of a warden is also located in it. However, now, the damage suffered by the Divine Will side is far greater than that of the other two ring areas. Eighty percent of its buildings have suffered devastating blows, and the area where the Icon Palace is located is even more blank—obviously , that palace remained in the real world outside.
Calassius looked at the city where he had lived for most of his life, and couldn't help being filled with emotion. In the first half of his life, he never thought that his hometown, the holy city that never fell, would one day be baptized by war, but In just a few short months, Asuman faded away, the sanctuary fell, and the holy city was attacked. This glorious city has turned into this. It was still bright and brilliant when he set off, but when he left return date...
But in this nightmare realm, he saw the dilapidated holy city that survived the catastrophe.
Since the Icon Palace has been left in the real world, the temporary center of the holy city is a cathedral located on the side of the divine will—in fact, it is the only intact building left in the area of the divine will. In this cathedral illuminated by the faint light, Hao Ren and his party saw "Her Majesty the Pope" as Verrall called it.
An old man was sitting on a chair, his feet were bare, he was wearing a heavy robe that could no longer be seen in color, and he was holding a simple crutch made of bent bramble wood. The old man was extremely thin, almost skinny, his limbs even Skinny as a stick, he sat there like a hard jagged thorn, with a mess of white hair hanging down his head. (to be continued~^~)