No. 6 Saint Teresa Square, the third floor border area, as the black wind whizzed out, Miss Galina was at the front, protecting Tifa and Luvia behind her. The three of them had the same spirit rune at the same time, Black Whisper-[Death].
And behind the door, in the place called the real death, there was a light that shouldn't appear.
It was a warm fire, and the sound of crackling and burning was very reassuring. The three ladies in Tobesk also saw the scene behind the door at this time.
They could not see the starlit waters, but they could see the campfire and the circle of people sitting around it. Both Luvia and Miss Galina were surprised:
"Why are there so many people? Can anyone enter this place casually?"
The sound of opening the door also made a circle of people sitting by the campfire look over.
"Xia De, why is it that only your appearance is completely clear, and the others are blurred shadows?"
Miss Galina asked again, Xia De smiled and stood up:
"It doesn't matter who these are. It's a real pleasure to see you now, though. Good evening."
He smiled and waved his hand, so the witch didn't ask about the identities of the others, but breathed a sigh of relief:
"Detective, you're really going to cause me trouble, and you actually ran to this kind of place. Is the matter over? I'm still waiting for your story."
"It's not over yet, but it's coming soon."
He motioned for everyone to get up and leave.
However, once Xia De left here, the weak "Tree Kiss" bonfire would be extinguished immediately. At this time, he no longer has the power to launch the Mystery again, and the Church's "Scar of the Holy Tree" will undertake all sealing tasks.
"Good evening."
Iluna also greeted her teacher, and Miss Galina realized that Iluna was also here when she heard the voice.
Iluna looked outside the door and asked hesitantly:
"Where will we appear after we leave here? Saint Teresa Square? What about the Midhill Fort?"
"Don't worry, although I don't know how this door was opened in Xia De's house, but due to the nature of the door of death, we have to go back to where we came from. Of course, you can also choose to return to Saint Teresa Square. "
The priest said he knew the door well.
Now Iluna is relieved, and the witch urged outside:
"Hurry up, this door will be open for a while, I am worried that when Xia De returns home, his house will really become a ghost. Detective, are you really not considering moving?"
"I don't think about moving Iluna for the time being, go quickly, you have to hold a ceremony next, and then go to face the final decisive battle in Fort Midhill."
"What ceremony?"
The witch outside the door asked, while Luvia behind her widened her eyes slightly, and she also understood:
"Iluna is the fourth candidate?"
"What? Can the same person inherit two identities?"
Miss Galina turned to look at her.
"Of course, one identity can only be one person, but Iluna can gain some power. The chosen one who died is the second candidate. This has been decided not by me, but by the nun."
Sister Devlin, who hadn't gotten up by the campfire, smiled and shook her head slightly, but Xia De didn't see it.
Iluna stood in front of Xia De, and Xia De solemnly handed over the [Night Watchman] in his hand to her, looking into her somewhat perturbed eyes:
"Take this and defeat the aggregate of undead gathered in the narrow space. When the church performs the final steps of the 'Scar of the Holy Tree', you hold this sword and act as the final executor of the ceremony. This sword remains at the core of the ceremony , can maximize the effect of the ceremony. Although it will not permanently seal the gap, it can at least extend the seal for a hundred years."
He patted Iluna on the shoulder, and the girl with long brown hair asked:
"Give me this sword, you."
"I'm exhausted today, and I don't want to take part in the battle against the undead anymore, so it's up to you to do it. Iluna Bayas, you are the chosen one, aren't you?"
Xia De said with a smile, pretending to be relieved. Afterwards, after the nun burned Barton's body, the bone whistle left behind was given to Iluna:
"The sustenance of the power of the ancient **** [Ancient Death God], take this. I'm curious, what is the function of this whistle."
Iluna nodded seriously, stood on tiptoe, blushed and kissed Xia De's side face:
"You don't have to do everything Shad, I'll take care of it all this time."
She hurried towards the opened stone door, as if she was worried that others would see her blushing face. But Iluna did not appear at the border of Saint Teresa Square behind the door, but went to the narrow church.
"Don't forget, after this matter is over, you have to follow me to the mission's residence."
Sister Devline stood up and spoke about it for the third time.
"Good nun, go quickly, the identity of the chosen one of death belongs to you."
The nun nodded slightly to Xia De, picked up the kerosene lamp that had no flame, and touched her blindfold:
"This is an ornament made from the mithril of the ancient death **** order."
Priest Augustus was the third to stand up and came to Xia De, holding the amputated arm in his hand: Gu Fen
"I said detective, don't always get involved in such dangerous things. Although young people are aggressive, they must pay attention to safety. You see, if I don't help you this time, you will be in danger."
The old man put his pipe in his arms:
"Then we'll see you in Tobesk. I expect to be back at the end of this month, and I'll bring you souvenirs."
Calculating that it was almost time for the first two to leave, he patted Xia De on the shoulder and walked towards the door.
Xia De looked at Joy Barton and Ms. Marilyn Handel for the last time, and the two stood up with each other's support.
"You come with me to Tobesk and leave from Tobesk."
They are all deaths that entered through the narrow natural church, but surely cannot return from there now.
"grateful."
Mr. Button wanted to speak, but Shad interrupted him:
"Don't thank me, everything has a price.
Even if we help you to revive this lady, but then, the curse of death will entangle you all your life. The numbness of your soul and the fragility of your body will make you gradually realize that maybe living is not a good thing. Mortals are mortal, you can only make the process more meaningful, but I hope that when you come back here again."
Xia De pointed to his feet:
"...don't regret today's decision."
Mr. Button bowed deeply. At this moment, he was no longer the image of a short, deformed child, but his appearance became more and more normal. Losing the identity of the chosen one, it seems that the soul also gets rid of all the influences of life:
"No matter what, Mr. Watson Hamilton, you are the most important friend in my life."
"But you're not my friend anymore."
Xia De said, seeing that the bonfire at his feet had been extinguished:
"Remember to do more good deeds, maybe twenty years, maybe thirty years, maybe even fifty years. One day, I will look for you. If you are still alive, then you can tell me what you have done all these years past things."
Mr. Barton's soul held Miss Handel's hand:
"Apart from meeting her, the luckiest thing in my life is probably meeting you."
"Don't say such polite words. When you arrive at my house, you go and tell the story tonight with the ladies in my family. Then, stay away from all this, stay away from disputes. I wish you luck, and hope that it will not be too early to come back here A tidal flat."
"That's Joey Barton, aren't they enemies? Why did it change to a bitter opera?"
The witch outside the door asked Luvia suspiciously, and the purple-eyed girl shook her head:
"But judging by Xia De's expression, is he going to do something important tonight?"
"It's nothing serious. I'll go to Fort Midhill in a while and find two people in reality."
As Xia De said, he also stepped out of the door of death, followed by Ms. Handel and the undead she was leading. Both have gray lines on their bodies, which are traces of curses.
The stone gate closed behind them, but the relics out of control caused by the invasion of death, and the restlessness throughout the borderlands were far from over.
If it is not handled properly, No. 6 Saint Teresa Square may really be uninhabitable.
(Dorothy is rushing to draft.)
Fort Midhill, between life and death, in the dense fog, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.
The almost crazy evil spirits in the narrow room, carrying terrifying whispering elements, launched a final attack towards the three passages. But as the strange wind appeared from the foot of the mountain and the side of the mountain almost at the same time, the undead actually stopped their movements.
Afterwards, no matter whether they were in the narrow room or in reality, everyone saw two pure white beams of light descending from the sky, one in front and one behind. Even the dense fog can't cover up their colors, and even the whispering elements can't cover up the almost substantive miraculous power originating from the ancient gods.
Iluna Bayas, who had been resurrected from the dead, walked out of the natural church in the narrow room, and Sister Divelin, who was holding a fire, also walked out of the passage on the mountainside.
The pure white beam of light enveloped them, as if there were transparent feathers sprinkled on the ground. Under the watchful eyes of the ring warlocks of the church, the witch, and all the people in Fort Midhill who could look up to the sky, thirteen golden light spots appeared in the white fog-filled sky.
"The Chosen Ceremony. But Bayas is already balanced. Hmm? Why is there a beam of light on the mountain? And it appeared later than ours? Hmm? How did Bayas fall to the ground, isn't it a ceremony?"
Mr. Landau, the twelve-ring magician of the Peace Church, asked in surprise.
"Ceremony of the Chosen Ones. It really is Devlin. Although the spiritual practice group does not belong to the council, but the council is finally eh? Why is there a beam of light under the mountain? And it is earlier than here, eh? The light under the mountain, how come off?."
Miss Aurora asked in surprise to Granny Cassandra who looked up from the side.
The bright golden color bursts out from the body of Sister Divelin on the hillside of Sikar Mountain. With her feet off the ground, the nun who lifted into the air in the light beam opened her arms, and the huge eleven-ring brass ring on her back complemented the golden aura.
The pure white beam of light gradually turned into a golden color~www.mtlnovel.com~The thirteen-light-dot ritual array merged with the life ring behind it. The brass ring became blurred during high-speed rotation, leaving only thirteen solid light spots. Then, in the nearly chaotic brilliance, thirteen light spots distributed in a circle converged inward, forming a sickle-shaped pattern.
The golden shock wave spread towards the surroundings, and the light spots were hidden in the life ring, and the original brass life ring transformed into a dark golden sickle at this moment.
It seems that the power from time immemorial comes from the more ancient times. At this moment, with the mountainside as the center, it sweeps across the entire narrow space.
The chosen one who died officially completed the ceremony. Although the story is not particularly perfect, it still represents the third section of "Whispering Poetry", drawing a complete end.
Miss Aurora flicked her long hair and watched Sister Divelin gradually fall to the ground in the wind. The heroic witch showed a smile on her face:
"So what about the Orthodox Church? The Truth Society is just a bunch of clowns. It seems that the parliament won this time. Sister, after the next battle is over, let's talk about the in-depth cooperation between the Spiritual Order and the Witch Council. Haven't you always wanted to see the real Parliament?"