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Under the bell tower, in the circular square, behind the last door, is the Iron Church.

This is the most mysterious place in the Silver Moon Church. Even Archbishop Moli, a close confidant of the Pope, showed fear when he came here, because this underground black iron building has buried countless secrets and hidden unknown powers since the Age of Gods. Everything that happens here is top secret, sealed with iron, and never disclosed.

Deep inside the secret church, in a secret room that would not normally be opened, thousands of candles illuminated the secret room with great splendor. On both sides of the long table sat people in black robes, most of whom were old and dying.

Demoli held the appointment documents of the emperor, the pope and the current cardinals and sat down at the end of the long table. He knew that he had no say here.

After the last elder stepped into the secret church, the bronze door closed behind him. From this moment on, all the doors in the church were sealed, and no one was allowed to enter. The guardian knights of the Holy See stood guard outside the secret church, which would be isolated from the world until the important ceremony that was about to take place inside was over.

In the light of the candlelight, the faces of the old men at the head of the long table were cold. They were both men and women, like corpses walking out of coffins, carrying a heavy air of desolation, but within that air lay a terrifying power.

They are the seven elders of the Church, corresponding to the seven angels of power mentioned in the Holy Book. They do not appear in front of people, and have no apparent secular power, but they guard the foundation of the Church and have a high status. Even the Pope is just a junior in front of them.

Demoli took a deep breath and handed the document in his hand to the elders for circulation. He was the only archbishop allowed to enter the Iron Cathedral and was also the witness on behalf of the Pope.

The document that appointed Abigail de Monti as a saint was placed in front of the elder sitting at the head. She pushed it to the middle of the long table and looked up at the others.

“God’s power will be bestowed upon believers again, and those who overstep their bounds will be burned to death with infinite light and heat.” An elder said hoarsely.

"The lunatics of death will eventually be destroyed." The elder sitting at the head had no expression of sadness or joy on her face. She raised her hand and drew a cross on her chest. "The life that all beings desire, the destiny that all beings desire, the glory of God shines on the earth, and the rotten things will be exposed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bells in the cold and gloomy church rang, and the sound echoed between the corridors and rooms of the church. At this moment, Demoli forgot himself in the sound of the bells, and suddenly smelled the fresh fragrance of roses and lilies in his daze, as if he was in a forest with flourishing flowers and trees, sitting in a boat and admiring the fluffy moss on the bluestone at the bottom of the river. The sound of water was faint, helping him slide silently into the afternoon full of golden sunshine.

Then the bells disappeared, and thousands of bronze bells rang together, as piercing as alarm bells. Archbishop Demoli suddenly woke up from the dreamlike scene, and he realized that he was no longer in the iron church.

The ground continued to sink downwards, and all the elders sat in their original positions, as if they were already dead. Only Demoli looked up, as if he was trapped in a deep well. The walls around him were filled with silver candlesticks. There was no wind underground, and the fire pillars rose straight up, illuminating those withered faces.

I don't know how long I fell before the feeling of weightlessness disappeared. The elders stood up, holding the candlesticks and walked forward silently, and Demoli followed behind them. The thick darkness was dispelled by the candlelight, accompanied by a faint fragrance, as if they were approaching an underground garden.

They turned a corner and the fragrance became clearer. Demoli felt the touch under his feet change, from hard soil and stone to soft like carpet. He felt himself surrounded by the mysterious and deep fragrance, and his heart was beating violently. With the help of candlelight, he finally saw the surrounding scene clearly - this was clearly a vibrant field, with beautiful laurel flowers blooming, and in the silvery light they were like dancing and jumping flames, one cluster after another, endlessly.

How is it possible? There is no light or water here. How can such beautiful meadows and flowers grow with only poor soil and rocks?

Demoli suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. He thought he knew most of the secrets of this church, but secrets are something that are not known to the public.

With the scent of laurel, they set foot on a long and straight passage. At the end of the passage, something vaguely emitted a softer and lighter luster, like white sand under the moonlight, and like moonlight on white sand. Demoli suddenly had an illusion that he would see another world after walking through this passage.

The further he went, the more luxuriant the plants grew. On the bronze door at the end of the road, Demoli saw a flying bird with silver-white feathers. Even its silver claws looked like finely crafted jewelry. Its gorgeous silver-white tail feathers hung down, refracting flowing light as the angle changed slightly.

"Moonlight Bird?" Demoli looked at the exquisite relief carefully. He had a deep understanding of theology and had read almost all the religious books hidden in the open churches. Most of these were top-secret documents, shelved in high cabinets, covered with thick dust. This bird was called the Moonlight Bird, or the Silver Moon Messenger, and was recorded in ancient scriptures.

It is said that the Silver Moon God is in the form of a girl with a human face and a bird's body, but He sometimes descends to the human world, sometimes as a handsome young man with a melancholy expression, sometimes as a dignified and elegant beautiful girl, and sometimes as a wise and experienced white-haired old man. God is everything, and God is unpredictable, but no matter what form He takes, there is always a moonbird on His shoulder.

After the death of the god, the Silver Moon Church rarely mentioned this creature that was closely connected with the god. I don't know why the people who built this place engraved it on this bronze door.

The bronze door was locked, and the lock was sealed with lead, as if it had not been opened for a long time. A light glow was emanating from the gap in the door, and a silver mist enveloped everyone, creating a moonlight that seemed real and illusory.

An elder held a candle and the candle melted the lead. As the lead on the lock slowly melted, the cold wind coming through the crack in the door made the candle flicker. It seemed as if countless holy spirits were singing in the air, and countless snakes were laughing in a low voice.

The chief elder took the key from the chain around her neck and pressed the button at the end. The front end of the key popped open in the shape of an octagonal star with serrated edges. She inserted the key into the lock of the bronze door and turned it hard. A faint sound of mechanical operation came from inside the bronze door. After a slight friction sound, the door opened smoothly, and a silver airflow gushed out like sea water. Time flowed backwards in the sea water, and everything became brand new and bright.

Demoli felt that he was being soothed by the warm spring water. The vines around the door began to shake wildly, as if they were injected with incredible vitality. Everything was eager to enter the door. Demoli did not avoid or give way, but stared at the bronze door that was slowly opening.

The light came towards me like a tide.

Pure light shines in all directions. It must be the fuel mixed with mermaid oil, which can ensure that it will not decay or be destroyed for thousands of years.

Behind the bronze door, on the round dome as magnificent as a celestial sphere, there is a huge ceiling painting. The solemn colors and handwriting depict the stories of the gods and the human world. One after another, hundreds of characters are densely packed and lifelike. The mural in the center is a beautiful woman. Her hair is full of flowers of various colors. Countless white doves flap their wings and pick up her hair, trying to rescue her from the deep mud. In the bottomless mud, countless pairs of bone-like hands reach out and rush to grab her, making it impossible for her to escape. But the woman does not have a frightened expression. Her beautiful face seems to be illuminated by the sun, revealing deep compassion. Under her skirt are eagle-like claws. The shadow of the wings falls down, and the cold light flows along the edge of the feathers, like sharp blades.

She was not frightened because in her eyes, the devil was just an ant.

The elders walked up to the huge mural, took a deep breath, opened their eyes wide, and their gazes suddenly became dreamy and magnificent. Their bodies suddenly became so straight from being hunched over, as if some force had forcibly pulled them back to their youth!

In front of the mural is an exquisite altar with a base made of mithril sand and decorated with countless gold ornaments. Those ornaments are ancient and elegant, inlaid with large uncut gems and hollowed out and carved with excellent techniques. However, no one present cared about those priceless decorations. What they cared about was the emerald box in the center of the altar.

The wings of the moonlight bird wrapped around the stone box, as if guarding it. The bird's eyes were inlaid with silver, and from different angles they would present something like "eyes". The wings were carved from pieces of white jade, shining brightly. But no one could touch the box. It was protected by seven seals, and the seals were filled with strange words, which were a contract. Now no one could read this contract. It was mentioned in the Holy Book - the original contract signed between the gods and humans!

The black-robed elders came to the altar and knelt down.

"God! Please have mercy on your believers who are in sin, and please forgive our sins of ignorance and arrogance! We submit your authority to you, please come to your land and destroy your enemies!"

This was originally a ceremony for the believers of the Century of Gods to call upon the gods they believed in, but now that the gods have fallen, no one can get any response. The elders once again slowly and deeply bowed their heads, and they put their foreheads on the cold ground, "Please forgive our usurpation."

The first elder slowly stood up, took the mithril sand from the altar, and began to draw a ritual diagram around the altar. The complex pattern was composed only of mithril and pure crystal. Finally, she dripped her blood on the eyes of the moonbird.

The red color seemed to give the moonbird a sense of lightness and agility. As a bystander, Demoli stood in the corner and vaguely heard a crisp cry. The seal that could not be touched was finally released by the ceremony. The first elder opened the first seal, and then continued to kneel on the ground, waiting for the second person to stand up. The second elder opened the second seal, and then passed it down in order... the third seal, the fourth seal... the last seal!

The tightly sealed stone box was finally opened. At this moment, an indescribable fragrance filled the air. The moment it entered the nose, it spread over every part of the body like warm water, as if there was a white transparent flame burning close to the ground. Everyone felt as if they were in a hot spring, warm and cozy, as if a god had gently stroked their forehead.

Demoli had this feeling when he was treated by a healing psychic, but he had never felt so good, as if all the Shen Ke in his body had been healed.

The Silver Moon God holds power over the elements and life. Even the power possessed by His relics is unimaginable to today's psychics...the little bit of power leaked from the relics even nourished an entire underground field. Can such a thing really be controlled by humans?

As the emerald top lid opened, everyone saw the true appearance of the divine relic. It was a fist-sized silver crystal, floating with a faint glow, like a silver mountain spring at dawn, flowing silently in the mountains.

Demoli stared at it in a trance, a kaleidoscope spinning in his eyes. He had never seen such a deep and magnificent silver, as if there were loads of stars hidden inside.

Suddenly, Demoli's eyes widened.

Boom, boom, boom…

What was it? A heartbeat? Its rhythm was so strong and distinct, growing more and more distinct in the silence.

Boom, boom, boom.

Demoli was unable to resist and was knocked back by the beating.

It turned out that this was the real Silver Moon Holy Relic, the real relic of the gods. The things carefully preserved in the main hall of the Holy See were not even its scraps, and even so, the former Saint Rosalina could not fully grasp that little bit of power.

The Pope must know the truth, and the Emperor must know it too, which is why he is so dissatisfied with Rosalina. And Abigail...does she know that she is going to contain such a strange thing? Will this beating heart devour her, or will it be devoured by her?

Demoli did not dare to think too deeply. He involuntarily followed the elders and knelt gently in front of the altar. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and chanted softly: "God, may your will be done on earth as it is in the kingdom of God. The seven seals have been opened. We should promote the glory of God and remember His achievements!"