Throne of Magical Arcana

Octave flew backward like a kite with a broken string, wearing a tattered cardinal robe, blood sprayed from his mouth like mist, his eyes closed tightly, and he lost consciousness.

Suddenly, the expression on his face twisted, one after another holy light erupted from his body, and four pairs of pure white wings were woven on his back.

The eyes slowly opened, and the light blue eyes became cold and colorless, with a condescending majesty, staring at Lucien indifferently.

"An angel descended?"

Lucien's surprised voice reached Octave's ears, and he couldn't help saying proudly and proudly: "We are righteous people who have been favored by the Lord, and we are disciples who truly uphold the will of the Lord. Naturally, angels will come Power to save, you fallen morning star will be purified by us in the end!"

He spoke quickly, speaking the Celestial Language recorded in the "Holy Scripture".

After all, Octave felt that he had a sharp mind and was extremely sober when he was possessed by an angel. He understood that this kind of power would not last long, and if the two sides continued to fight, there would be too much movement, which would easily cause the splendor cathedral and Holm's royal magic. At the attention of the tower and the Nexus Palace, the wings flapped behind him, and countless ethereal and dreamy light spots floated out, converging into a majestic and grand aura, surging towards Lucien.

Seeing that Lucien transformed into a sky knight with left arm and right arm, even with the strange power of his left hand, he could not break the "holy aura" in a short time, Octave snorted contemptuously, and then did not bother , a flash flew to Lund's side, and he was hit by the crystal dragon's breath and fell into a state of mental paralysis. He relied on four pairs of wings to block the dragon's sharp claw attack, and forcibly broke free from the shackles around him. Out of the Church of Redemption.

The wings retracted, the light dissipated, and Octave cast a magical spell, leading Lund into the darkness, and went away quietly.

He knew very well that it was impossible for Lucien and his "Demon Pet" to pursue them. If they exposed Xingzang, they would definitely be regarded as the primary wipers by Sard, Stone, and other cardinals and elite night watchmen at level eight or nine. The object of going, so they must be taking the opportunity to leave now.

During the continuous change, Octave used different magic spells to deal with the traces. After Lund recovered, he used his special ability to eliminate bloodlines to cover up, and then he really went to his destination.

The previous battle stopped in time without disturbing the big shots in the city, so the night at this time was quiet and deep, making people feel peaceful.

"I didn't expect to meet Lucien Evans..." Lund said with deep-seated hatred. He only regretted that he was not strong enough to kill this extremely evil and cunning devil on the spot.

Octave snorted: "He can only succeed in a sneak attack. If they are talking to Richard and we are behind, then they may not be able to escape. However, pay attention to his left hand, it is very weird, very similar to yours Eliminate the blood, but it seems to be better in essence, there is a feeling of suppressing my magic from the rank."

"Suppression of rank? Is it the suppression of divine arts by high-ranking angels? Could it be that Lucien was really an archangel before reincarnation, a fallen morning star, and the left wing of God?" Lund said in amazement, although he and many night watchmen often used fallen angels or The Fallen Morning Star called Lucien, but in fact they didn't take it seriously. They always thought that the Pope explained it in order to eliminate the influence.

Octave was made miserable by that left hand just now, and he didn't refute Lund with lingering fear, but became silent, suspecting that this might be the case.

In the unspeakable silence, the two walked forward for a while, before Octave said in a low voice: "Wait a minute and ask the great prophet, he is the 'king of angels' descending, with the will of the Lord, to destroy the fallen pope , we should know Lucien's secret, so that we can be more targeted when we deal with him in the future."

Lund nodded lightly: "We have to apologize to the Great Prophet later, we failed to win over Richard, and we failed to kill him to blame the magician. By the way, my lord bishop, why did you become so verbose? A lot of unnecessary things don't need to be said."

What he meant was that when Octave mentioned the Great Prophet just now, he only needs to say that he is the "King of Angels" descending, and he should know Lucien's secret. , but I am also a core member of this secret organization, what do I not know?

Octave touched the face where the wound could no longer be seen under the healing technique. The heart-wrenching pain still clearly appeared in his mind, making himself swollen and slow in thinking, so he said bitterly: "The injury on the head just now , perhaps the language and bodily functions are temporarily uncontrollable."

Lund nodded in understanding, without saying anything more, and turned into a dilapidated chapel together with Octave.

The outside of the chapel is dilapidated, but the inside is unexpectedly holy and bright, almost comparable to the Great Hall of Light in the holy city of Reims. The contrast between the inside and the outside cannot but be shocking.

But Octave and Lund kept their eyes on each other, as if they had returned to their own home, they passed through the prayer hall familiarly and walked towards the confession room.

"Are you back?" A tough young man walked towards him. He looked only about thirty years old, but he was wearing the iconic cardinal robe.

Octave nodded slightly: "Arthur, the operation failed."

He recognized this man as the most important cardinal around the great prophet, and the most gifted priest in Holm Diocese in the past 50 years. He became a cardinal before he was thirty-five years old, and he is now in the ninth rank. He is one of the most promising candidates to become the priest of the Holy Spirit. Unfortunately, because he is too radical, he has been excluded from the power core of Holm Diocese.

Arthur, who bears the name of everyone in the Kingdom of Holm, squinted his eyes slightly in surprise: "Failed? You brought three ninth-level scrolls and failed to capture Richard?"

"We were about to succeed, but we met Lucien Evans. He should have come to lobby Richard." For some reason, Octave did not mention the strangeness of Lucien's left hand, thinking that it was between himself and Lund. We can only tell the great prophet, "We were caught off guard by his surprise attack and fell into a passive position, and his magic pet is a giant dragon, so we can only rely on the ability of angels to escape."

Arthur's brown eyeballs seemed to have a strange color for a moment, and after he pondered, he said: "This is an opportunity, don't spread the news about Lucien Evans' contact with Richard for the time being, it may benefit our future plan, and, without evidence, spreading it based on Richard's prestige among the middle and lower clergy will not have any good effect."

Lund said calmly: "Arthur, I know what you mean, but the final decision on this matter can only be made by the Great Prophet."

Arthur didn't say much, left here and returned to Rentat Monastery.

Octave and Lund continued to walk along the corridor, and they encountered seven or eight cardinal-level clergy along the way. Representative of the most radical faction of the diocese of Holm, accounting for about a quarter of the high-ranking personnel of the diocese of Holm.

"What's going on? Why are they all here?" Octave looked at Lund who had developed himself.

Lund shook his head and said that he didn't know either: "Maybe there is an urgent matter to discuss, and we happen to have a mission to go out. We will know when we see the Great Prophet."

He knocked on the door of the confessional, and a gentle and clear voice came from inside: "Octave, Lund, are you back? Come in."

Pushing open the door, Octave and Lund walked into the confession room and saluted the great prophet who had finished his confession and stood up.

The confessional room is very narrow, and an ordinary candlestick exudes a light that is about to be extinguished, making the room very dark, with long shadows, and a feeling of oppression and terror arises spontaneously.

And the great prophet wearing a plain white linen robe stood in the shadows, making it impossible to see his face clearly. Only those deep eyes that seemed to contain the entire world attracted everyone's attention, as if even the soul would fall into it .

Octave found a book in the Prophet's hand, but before he could read the name, he heard the Prophet's voice without a trace of anger: "Mission failed?"

"Yes." Both Octave and Lund bowed their heads deeply, and then recounted what happened before in detail.

"This has nothing to do with you. It's my fault. I didn't ask the oracle in advance, and I didn't get the revelation of this matter." The prophet said sadly, as if he was the one who failed, and then his tone became uplifting, " However, this shows that our path is correct, and if we don’t act, the clergy in the diocese will be seduced by evil magicians to fall one by one, and the Pope and some members of the Cardinals will be evil accomplices!"

"You are a great prophet, leading us to fight against evil." Octave and Lundzizi drew a cross on their chests, "Only the truth lasts forever!"

"What do you think of Cardinal Sard? Is it possible for him to join us?" The Prophet asked the two of them.

Octave and Lund raised their heads at the same time, and looked at the prophet with some doubts. Why did they ask this question?

In confusion, Octave finally saw the name of the book in the Prophet's hand:

"Interpretation of Dreams".

"Great Prophet, why do you read such strange books?" Octave looked at the Prophet in astonishment, only to see that the Prophet's face was twisted suddenly, and a sacred and inexplicable brilliance emerged from his body, and white lights of light The wings unfolded one by one, covering the confessional room and the sky that appeared at an unknown time. The brilliance was so dazzling and dazzling that one couldn't help but bow down to worship.

"Seraphim, no..."

Octave was shocked to see that the face of the Prophet became abnormally handsome, just like the legendary "God's Face", but this face gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it just now.

There was a strange smile on that handsome face, and a lightning flashed in Octave's mind, and he blurted out:

"Lucien Evans!"

The confessional disappeared, the chapel disappeared, and everything around him disappeared. Octave opened his eyes and saw Richard, the crystal dragon, and Lucien Evans watching him intently.

How is this going? Was it just a dream?

Octave was stunned and panicked, Lucien smiled and said:

"The characters you see are the embodiment of your heart. I think I probably know who are members of your organization..."

"The small church looks dilapidated, but the inside is comparable to the Great Hall of Light. This shows that you think you are doing a holy thing, but you must hide in the dark. If necessary, you can be stained with blood. Looking up at heaven in hell... ..."

"I can't see the Prophet's face clearly, which means that when you saw him, he changed his appearance or simply only had a voice..."

"The confessional room is narrow and dark, depressing and terrifying, which means that the first time you saw him was when you were at your lowest and most indignant, and you thought you were in the darkest and most depressing stage of your life, and the environment at that time should be similar..."

"In the end, I saw the wings of light from the Prophet, which means that he once showed you the ability to win your trust. Perhaps it is the 'angel descending' hidden in you..."

Following Lucien's straightforward words, Octave's face gradually turned ashen. In his eyes, Lucien Evans turned his back to the light overflowing in the "Church of Salvation", as if six pairs of huge lights had really grown. The wings made him unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while.