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Wei Xi came to a small and exquisite prayer room alone.

The walls of this room were very high, and there was a small window on the side wall, letting in enough light to illuminate the room. One wall was lined with bookshelves, and in the middle was a long table. On the silver plate in the middle of the table were fresh white roses, which must have been newly replaced. The clock on the wall was ticking, and Wei Xi's eyes were drawn to it. The steel-cast hands were rotating in an orderly manner under the reciprocating swing of the heavy hammer, and the time was about to reach noon.

Her baptism would begin at midnight, and these twelve hours were the last time she could struggle...After leaving the Holy Spirit Hall, she sent the mechanical bird given to her by Deputy Director Buster to deliver a letter to Maid Sera, asking her to try her best to collect everything in the letter by any means. Attached to the letter was a token of the Zfield Company controlled by the Monty family. The Montys were good at investing, and even had a place in the Yalai Chamber of Commerce Alliance. With Wei Xi's current status, the "elders" in the Chamber of Commerce would definitely be happy to help her.

The Monti family has never stopped fighting in the power arena, and has always been active in the light and shadow of Yalai. Her father was driven out of Yalai, which was a slight loss, so the hungry wolves gnawed Monti's prey, leaving only the bones of dry wood, but more than ten years later, another Monti returned to the imperial capital. She fought bloody battles and insisted on crawling to the end of the bloody road before she received the emperor's gift, so the hungry wolves surrounded her with a smile. Businessmen are like this, whoever holds more power has a louder voice. Although the interests they fight for are nothing in the eyes of the truly high-ranking people, they are not trivial to them and are worth investing in.

Two hours later, several ceremonial cars stopped in front of the Silver Moon Church. The head maid in uniform politely showed the token given to her by Wei Xi, and the guards let them in after a simple check - even the steam soldiers patrolling around had no intention of stopping them from coming.

The black and white maids blended into the black and white crowd. Wei Xi sent a nun to show Mrs. Sera the way. The door of the prayer room slowly opened, and the girl sitting in the shadow looked at them expressionlessly. The nun who led the way shuddered for no reason, but still honestly made a "come in" gesture and then closed the door.

Mrs. Sera did not ask any more questions. She just ordered people to put all the exquisite nanmu boxes on the long table, bowed and left. Although she was so worried about her young master, it was not suitable for her to stay in the church under martial law. Count Monti smiled at her and signaled her not to worry. The sun shone through the window behind her, her long black hair was blown by the wind, and the skin on the edge of her cheek was transparent.

At that moment, Sera had an illusion that the girl was sitting in the scorching sun at noon, but she looked like a shadow elongated by the moonlight.

The second group arrived later. The leader was wearing a dark military uniform and a red armband. Wei Xi stood up and they held out their hands to shake hands. Both the man and the girl had the same silver major's collar on their collars. This was a handshake. In ancient times, when knights met each other, they would take off their right hand armor to shake hands. This was a friendly gesture, indicating that they were not holding weapons. Gradually, the handshake evolved into a specific etiquette between knights. In this mechanized era, the only remaining knights are from the Black Cross Legion - which means they will soon be companions.

Wei Xi sent a letter to Emperor Odin through a special channel, exchanging her previous merit for something in the cave of the Perpetual Motion Institute. She finally took out the sulfa information and the power drawings of the "Silent One". Odin readily agreed to her request and did not ask her what she was going to do with the items. The soldiers left behind a white ash wood box, which was sealed with a big red wax stamp full of various marks and a note from the Dark Raven Intelligence Agency, which meant that the things in the box could not be circulated outside.

Wei Xi used the silver dagger she carried with her to cut open the wax stamp and seal, took out the items inside and put them together with the others. The priceless treasure outside was just a prop in her eyes, and it didn't matter whether it was valuable or not. She sat in front of the window, silently listening to the clock ticking and watching the sun's shadow moving, and did nothing else - until the third group of people knocked on the door.

There was only one person, a stern nun wearing a blood-red scarf over her nun's uniform. It was specially awarded by the Pope to reward her for her contribution to the Holy See. Sister Irene said that she wore this blood-red scarf to show that she was ready to offer her blood for God at any time.

Although the place was clearly closest to Wei Xi, the thing she requested was delivered the latest, which was enough to prove how rare the thing was - Wei Xi used her position as cardinal to exchange for such a ritual object from the Pope, and with the Pope's control over the Silver Moon Church, the process of retrieving the object took a full four hours and involved many twists and turns.

All the ritual items were ready, Wei Xi picked up the small bell on the table and rang it. The door of the prayer room was pushed open with the sound of the bell, and a man walked in. His dark monk's robe was embroidered with a blood and white cross pattern, and a sword was embroidered on the sleeve. This announced the identity of these people. They were the "Judgment House" of the Holy See, an armed force under the control of the Pope, who needed to swear allegiance to the Saint. Wei Xi was briefly granted the power to control them by Todrod. The man said nothing, and stood at the door with his head held high in the unique posture of a monk, waiting for orders.

"Guard the door. No matter what happens here, don't let anyone in." Wei Xi raised his hand to signal.

"I will follow your orders." The man bowed slightly. His movements were gentle, immediate, and without any delay. The judges scattered around the prayer room. The monks and nuns passing by saw them with panic in their eyes, but the judges, regardless of gender, all had the same cold and hard expressions. They were originally the army of the Church, a sharp blade that pierced the throat, but now they only used swords against heretics who made mistakes.

All the boxes were thrown on the ground, and the long table was occupied by those beautiful or strange objects. It was hard to imagine that these were the supplies needed for a ceremony. In this era when the gods have disappeared, what kind of prodigal would come up with such things at no cost? The things that Wei Xi used as consumables were almost worth a palace-style building in the core area of ​​Yalai!

Everything was ready. Wei Xi calmed down, her heartbeat slowed down, and her breathing became smooth. If she wanted to avoid being contaminated by the old gods, she had to rely on herself now. When gods existed, people could only prostrate themselves on the ground and praise the glory of gods. Those who looked directly at gods would even have their souls burned by flames. Gods and humans are things of different levels. Would you resist a vast ocean? Can you resist a vast ocean?

Therefore, Wei Xi needed to rely on the power of rituals - this method created and perfected by humans, at its peak, even helped a demigod to pull his master off the throne. The rituals that Wei Xi wanted to perform were called [Image of Time] and [Exchange].

[Exchange] is self-explanatory, but [Image of Time] can summon the image of the future self to the present world, and the summoner can get a revelation about the future. But if the future self is already dead, once the ritualist witnesses his own death, he will die three days ago. The death will kill the ritualist in the past, and the current ritualist will become the one who has been dead for three days, and the timeline will be rearranged accordingly. If you are not a psychic of the rank of demigod, you will not even realize that the "present" has been changed.

Wei Xi does not need revelations from the future. What she needs is the image of her future self. She wants to exchange the image with herself, and this process must last at least a few seconds.

[Image of Time] is an extremely dangerous high-level ritual, but this kind of ritual involving time has never succeeded once in a hundred years. After the death of the "God of Time and Mirror", all ritual objects containing the power of time were turned into annihilation powder, and these ritual objects are the key to the normal operation of the ritual... Wei Xi naturally couldn't find these "keys", but fortunately, she still had such a special pair of eyes——

[Soul Talent: Future Vision

Current level: Determination - Analyze the conditions required for a certain future and help the holder achieve that future]

Even if she had to dig out an eyeball for use as a ritual object, she would not hesitate. Wei Xi took a deep breath and took out the most important thing. The golden eagle-beaked holy bottle glowed brightly under the flickering firelight. She chanted in a low voice and cut her hand. The blood fell from her fingertips into the holy bottle like a snake...

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Time passed slowly, the setting sun sank into the horizon, and the inky black night slowly enveloped Yalai.

I don't know when, a special atmosphere spread out from the small prayer room. This atmosphere is as fine as a veil sliding across the skin, but not as gentle as a veil. It expanded extremely decisively, steadily, and indestructibly. In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire building and indiscriminately covered the thick night for dozens of meters.

A certain dangerous feeling slithered through the hearts of the judges like a snake, leaving a cold trace. Their faces became uglier and uglier, and they lowered their heads, holding their breath to hide their inner uneasiness.

Deathly silence enveloped the entire judging team. The only sound everyone could hear was their own heart, like a running clock.

The moon gradually rose, and the cold moonlight spread across the sky, illuminating everything. It was like a pale eye. Then a bell rang in the prayer room, indicating that the noble girl inside had completed what she was going to do.

The judges in charge of alert put away their guns at the same time. They had been on high alert the entire night and could finally relax at this moment.

But at this moment, the door of the prayer room opened, and the wooden door full of gods and demons made a dull creaking sound. The judges suddenly raised their guns. They didn't know what was happening inside, but they felt fear instinctively. The moment the door of the prayer room opened, it seemed that something extremely sharp and cold surged out, like a knife cutting the face.

The judges all wanted to shoot at the same time, but looked at each other in bewilderment after seeing clearly. Because the saint who walked out of the prayer room had a white silk covering her face as wide as a palm, from her forehead to her nose. The cloth must have been cut from the hem of her skirt. Under the moonlight, a thin halo enveloped her, as if she was covered with a layer of holy white gauze.

In the prayer room behind her hung the only huge oil painting - "Death and the Maiden": the girl in a white dress drowned in the river, and the belated Death wanted to hug the girl sadly, but everything he touched withered and shattered, and his bony hands stretched out sadly in the air, unable to touch his beloved girl.

The black-haired girl stood quietly, her white nun's uniform making her face look even paler, like a white camellia surrounded by white silk. However, for some reason, the judges suddenly felt an indescribable sense of fear in their hearts. The blindfolded saint gave people the impression that she looked even more like a dead person than the girl in the painting.

Wei Xi did not activate the ritual here. People in the Age of Gods could use various rituals to gain benefits, but it takes time to construct rituals. Genius predecessors invented a method to solidify rituals, fixing the completed rituals on a certain carrier, and then activating and using them when needed - just like the "Breath of Winter" that Wei Xi had made. At that time, the carrier was a sapphire, and this time she used her own eyes.

No one noticed that the eyes beneath the white silk were dark and seemed to be about to flow out of the eye sockets. It seemed that all the movements in the outside world would be swallowed up without a trace when they touched her eyes. Wei Xi stood in front of the door and smiled, but he was as cold as a shadow under the moonlight.

She walked down the stairs slowly, blindfolded, with such a calm attitude. With every step she took, the judges who were waiting in a state of alert took a step back, as if a black tide was retreating. Each judge held a gun and a sword that could easily kill someone, but they seemed to be intimidated and fell silent, retreating involuntarily as if they were suppressed.

The moonlight enveloped her, and the road of shadows extended with her footsteps. She was like a goddess and a devil, and everyone remembered at the same time that Saint Victor had dedicated his life to God to prove his piety to God, and God took pity on his selflessness and brought him back to life in the moonlight, freeing him from the suffering of life and death. For a thousand years, ten thousand years, he guarded the river that separated life and death for the gods.

Above the blue-black clouds, that pale eye was coldly watching the Holy Court shrouded in moonlight. The Holy Court in the daytime was as beautiful as a solemn work of art, but in this lonely moonlight, it was as gloomy as if it was made up of countless bones.

A little fire was burning in the skeletal shadows as someone lit a copper lantern, and the divine servant spread his graceful wings to hold the glass lampshade, lighting the kerosene lamp inside so that it would not go out even in the blustery weather.

Wei Xi walked slowly to the lantern.

People in black robes stood quietly in the shadow of the building. Their attire was a little different from that of ordinary priests. They wore six silver daggers on both sides of their bodies and their faces were covered with a quilt with a bright red cross painted on it, which concealed their expressions, their will, and their voices.

Wei Xi's covered eyes accurately found the people in black robes, as if the silk had no effect on her vision. She stared at them for a while, and her eyes seemed to be more special than usual. No one knew what kind of emotions were rolling in them, but when she spoke, it seemed like she had a little enlightenment and a faint joy, "You are here to pick me up." The tone was familiar, like an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time.

The lantern bearer in the lead turned around, facing Wei Xi, and motioned her to follow him. Wei Xi followed suit, and two people wearing the same black robes followed slowly behind her. Wei Xi listened to the rustling sound of shoes rubbing against the ground, and did not look back. Several people, one in front, one in the middle, and two behind, walked forward silently, like monks practicing hard in the mountains on the way to the mountain church.

The judges followed silently, like a group of snakes following one another.

The wind grew colder at night.

At this moment, hundreds of lights and hundreds of fully armed soldiers surrounded the Silver Moon Church. They held heavy steam rifles and swept their guns around. No less than ten steam soldiers were scattered at the steps of the Holy See's gate, dragging steam patrols. What a tight defense!

The soldiers were given direct authorization from the emperor to shoot anyone who tried to enter or leave the Vatican without permission.

From this moment on, this is purgatory.