LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 883 Pope
A gigantic cathedral on the edge of mist.
The church is made of dark gray strange stone. The surrounding walls of the church can be clearly seen. Six stone pillars are recessed from the wall, rising into the sky, and the top is a slender spire.
The front is connected along six stone pillars, and finally a square tall spire is erected on the top to form the roof of the entire church.
The entire church is also equipped with a silver mirror, like glass, which is matched with the dark gray strange stone and the strange lines depicted on the building.
It gives people a feeling of dizziness and nausea like facing the deep light.
The entire church is one of the few that is related to the deep light, but it does not have the pattern of the tentacle sun that it symbolizes.
At this time, two figures in gray and white robes emerged from the fog around the church.
The two figures were completely shrunk in the gray robes, making it impossible to see anything except their height.
However, it can be seen from the height that these two figures do not seem to be human beings, because they are much taller than the surrounding knights or believers.
The guard knights patrolling around the church showed disdainful expressions when they saw the two, but they did not stop them.
Let them walk towards the church ahead.
These two figures who concealed their identities walked into the cathedral of the advance camp unimpeded all the way.
After entering, there is a huge prayer hall.
The glass-like silver mirror outside the church wall gathers the light from the outside into the prayer hall.
It makes the inside seem to be under the scorching sun, but after the light gathers, it is light silver, giving people a cold meaning.
An extremely finely built statue of the tentacle sun with perfect carvings stands at the end of the prayer hall.
The back of the statue is a silver mirror, which can see the mist rolling outside and reflect the surrounding candlelight. Make their light converge on the statue, so that the statue shows a strange feeling.
It is also inexplicably visible from the front, the faint silver light around the tentacle sun.
This makes the statue of the sun obviously not move at all, but it seems that the 6 tentacles around him are shaking up and down, emitting brilliance.
On the altar in front of the statue, a figure stood on the altar with his back to them.
It can be seen from this man's clothes that he has a very high status here. A sterling silver robe was draped over her body, and behind her was a sun embroidered with unusually fine six tentacles.
From the sun to his body, there are gray silk threads, and on the old white hair that hangs down is a laurel crown that shows his identity.
His laurel wreath is even more delicate and expensive than the archbishop's, and even standing there can give people a strange sense of oppression.
After the two men in gray robes came in, they stood at the door of the prayer hall without moving, waiting quietly.
After a while, the figure lowered its slightly raised head, and then turned around to look at the figure at the door.
"His Excellency the Pope."
At this time, the two figures nodded slightly and said.
Hearing the address of the two of them, the Pope nodded.
Until this time, the two dared to raise their heads to face the true face of the Pope.
The pope was like a kind old man, but he had a conspicuous scar on his face, which slid from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.
This scar destroyed his kindness, making him look a little weird, as if he had hidden violent emotions.
He looked at the two of them, opened his mouth slightly, and words like ethereal voices came out of his mouth.
"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by your kind? Why did you come here at such a time?"
"Your Excellency, we are here to hope that you can provide some more strength."
"If we want to start a turmoil, our numbers and strength are still not enough. If we can obtain the resources of the believers of the gods, it may be very simple."
The two hurriedly talked about their purpose.
Hearing what the two of them said, the pope didn't say anything, but just stared at them quietly.
"I have told you many times that the believers of the gods are precious, and every believer who can enter is equally precious, and they all have their own devotion to the gods."
Hearing this, one of the gray-robed figures hurriedly said: "Then please give us the items that can gain power, His Excellency the Pope. We need to develop more manpower so that we can better serve the gods."
Hearing this, the Pope narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the two people below, until the two of them could hardly bear it, his voice came slowly.
"For the last time, I hope you can take actions that satisfy me."
After speaking, a scepter appeared in the pope's hand.
The scepter was three meters high, and the top was like a torch, from which a silver-gray flame burned.
The flames gathered above to form the icon of the silver sun.
He held his scepter and shook it lightly.
A silver-gray flame flew out, and then turned into a thick crystal the size of a forearm, staying in front of the two of them.
One of them hastily stretched his hands out from under the cloak.
Next to the claws that look like bird claws, there are fine feathers.
This is obviously not a human being.
Allowing non-human races to enter the church, it is obvious that these two mysterious people are very important to the favored ones of the deep light.
All believers in the deep light and the dark sun are all human beings.
No alien species has been found so far.
They not only accept human believers, but even slaughter those non-human races in the process of preaching.
In their eyes, this is a dirty creature.
It is something that betrays the gods.
Of all intelligent creatures in the world, only human beings are eternal.
"Thank you, His Majesty the Pope."
After the two put away the crystal pillar, they slowly exited the prayer hall and closed the door by the way.
It wasn't until the two of them disappeared that the pope showed a slight disgust expression on his face. He waved his hand, and a silver breeze blew in the church, then wrapped it around him and flew out.
Then his voice suddenly sounded in the prayer hall.
"What's the current situation?"
When his voice fell.
Just below the bench where the praying person must sit, a figure appeared and sat there.
"Your Majesty, the situation on the front line is not optimistic. The enemy has already reached a stalemate with us. They are frantically adapting to our attack method."
"If this continues, we may remain in a stalemate until the enemy finds an opportunity to push back."
Hearing his report, the Pope just nodded quietly.
"There is no need to change, just keep the status quo, wait for the time to come, it is enough for us to keep consuming the enemy's strength.
The victory of this war ultimately depends on my lord, how long it will take to wear down the will of this world. "
As the pope who followed the deep light to conquer the world and spread the faith.
He clearly knew that people like himself were just consuming the enemy's strength.
After all, the final result of the war still depends on the battle between those supreme beings.
They cannot be decisive.
My God has won, no matter how much the enemy resists, it will be useless, they will all drive straight to occupy this world.
If I am invincible or have nothing to do with this world, then in the end, they, the favored ones, can only retreat.
Of course, their battles were not in vain.
Especially for the will of the world.
After all, the power of the world is related to the lives that live on him.
If there are enough of these beings and their quality is strong enough, the power of the world will also rise accordingly, which is definitely something that the light of the abyss does not want to see.
And they just want to hold back these lives and reduce them as much as possible, so as to weaken the power of the world.
And he is working hard on it.
Stalemate like now can be well consumed.
Maybe there is an accidental opportunity.
Thinking of this, a slightly bloody smile appeared on the pope's kind and peaceful face.
...
After receiving the news from Lumbe.
In addition to Kane, Claire and the others also came around the enemy's forward camp.
Compared to Kane and the others who were going to directly attack the enemy's forward camp, Claire and the others didn't have such an ability.
After all, they still brought three teams of explorers. In this case, attacking the enemy's camp is tantamount to death. After all, not everyone can use their skills to equip every explorer with the equivalent of three colors like Kane. Level of combat power armor.
This kind of thing is impossible to really create, after all, it is something with rules.
Therefore, the main task of the three teams of Claire, Lululombe and others was still the same as before, hunting around the enemy's explorer camp.
Due to the characteristics of the fog, it is impossible for the enemy's news to be communicated in real time after all, and there is a lot of delay.
When the patrol team they spread out had a large area of casualties, they didn't even know when it happened when they found out.
If you find the right opportunity, you can also directly catch a wave around the enemy's forward camp.
It's a pity that there are still too few explorers on their side who can reach the color level. Compared with the Blessed Ones of the Deep Light, the number is much, much smaller.
If it weren't for the fog with chaotic space, it wouldn't last so long.
Otherwise, they can completely form a team with a large number of three colors, relying on the chaotic fog to hunt frantically, making it impossible for the enemy to enter the fog and stay there.
How can it be like now that it can only defend passively, and from time to time use its own convenience in the fog to reduce the enemy's effective strength.
At this time, Claire was already wrapped in black and white flames, and her front hooves stomped heavily towards the ground.
The black flame, surrounded by the surging mist, began to spread crazily towards the surroundings.
Not far in front of them is the enemy's advance camp.
This forward camp is still their unique church style.
As the black and white flames began to spread, a huge gate of death slowly rose from the flames.
The huge door was connected by dark green clouds, and the sound of bones colliding sounded.
Dense white skeletons poured out from the gate, some of which were burning with black flames.
One after another, ghost knights were condensed from Claire's side.
More undead began to pour out from the gate, this time they were more powerful.
An undead knight in black heavy armor, riding a nightmare with black flames on his feet.
Behind him are all kinds of strange undead, and almost all of these undead are gold rank.
A black skeleton was mixed among them, and he possessed the strength of three colors.
The exaggerated movement here attracted the attention of the entire forward camp.
A white light bullet was launched from the top of the church and smashed into the pile of skeletons.
Christians, apologist knights, and various bishops also came out of the church one after another, and the dim silver light began to shine everywhere.
All kinds of disgusting energy whips waved, reducing the number of these undead.
However, the black flames under their feet were still spreading.
At this time, a knight in exaggerated heavy armor suddenly fell from the sky.
Waving the giant sword more than two meters long in his hand, a silver-gray sword mark slid forward, blocking the black flame that Claire wanted to continue spreading forward.