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The bronze door of the church slammed shut. All the irrelevant people had left, leaving only the elders and the pope. The ancient dome-shaped building looked particularly empty.

The candlelight illuminated the elders' old faces.

Todrode suddenly felt that this scene was familiar. Yes, many years ago, when he had just ascended the throne of the Pope and his eyes were still full of youthful vigor, they had gathered in the Black Iron Church above. The elders observed him and told him the secrets of the gods and the saints. They signed a new document. This was the process for every new pope to take office, because the consequences of letting the truth leak out were not something any of them could bear. The eight names on the signature page were exactly the eight people in the church at the moment, including the pope himself.

The altar was refilled with silver candlesticks, each holding six lighted white candles, like a glowing bush.

In the center of the thorn bush was a clear pool that had calmed down again. Its contents were a crystal clear liquid that allowed one to clearly see the face of the saint in the sarcophagus.

Through the transparent liquid, one could see a young girl in a white linen dress sleeping in a cracked sarcophagus. She was so beautiful and peaceful that one would mistakenly think she was taking a nap. One would not even dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing her quiet and beautiful dream.

The saint Todrode who had completed the baptism had seen a few of them. Although they only housed a corner of the relics of the gods, they were also powerful and empty, like an isolated city. The flames spreading from the towers used everything as fuel until everything was burned out.

As the first person in a hundred years whose compatibility has reached 50% and who can completely accommodate the relics of the gods, how long will it take for Abigail to burn out?

His daughter Rosalina was unable to use the divine relics due to her low compatibility, and she had not undergone a true baptism, which caused dissatisfaction among the emperor and the elders. In fact, Todrode was relieved at the time. Because saints always don't live long. They have to see the most pain in the world and die in the deepest sorrow - it's like a curse from God.

The saints were just puppets. The elders needed Abigail to use her body to match the relics. In their eyes, she was just a container suitable for placing and nurturing the relics! When this container awakened the gods a little bit, it was like a cup emptied of water. It no longer had any meaning and could be thrown out and smashed at any time.

"Let's begin." The elders scattered around the altar, placed the mithril cross into the clear pool, and then sat down around the altar.

"Holy, holy." The chief elder chanted in a low voice and cut her hand. Blood dripped from her fingertips into the holy pool like a snake.

Todrod took out a silver test tube, which was inserted into a cowhide bag and wrapped in an old parchment with a waning moon painted on it. In the test tube was gem-like blood, hundreds of years old, but not only had it not dried up, it was bright red as if it had just been drawn out. He unscrewed the silver stopper at the mouth of the tube and poured the blood into the clear pool.

The water in the pool began to churn.

"Holy, Holy!" all the elders chanted in unison, and they also cut their hands.

The mithril crosses in the clear pool floated up one after another, standing straight down, like swords that were suddenly slashed down.

The blood was heavier than the crystal-like, transparent liquid medicine. It sank to the bottom of the water. The elders' blood mixed with the ancient blood and flowed and spread. The strange and complex psychic matrix was dyed with a new color, the bright red of blood. The runes at the bottom of the pool began to gradually glow, and the light shone through the bottom of the pool, mottled and colorful, as if radiated through a layer of dark red crystal.

The blood was reacting violently with the psychic matrix, but the saint's expression remained calm. The boiling liquid could not hurt her at all. The elders, on the contrary, had their faces turned pale, as if they had lost something important. If "mummies" was just an exaggeration before, now they really looked like things that had just crawled out from under six feet.

But Wei Xi in the pool felt warm.

The blood seeped into the skin, like a thawed river moistening the cracks in the earth, as if the last piece of the puzzle was filled in. The blood flowed in the blood vessels like a river after the ice melted, and every cell breathed wildly and with all its might like a spring bud.

Endless power was transmitted silently along her muscles and tendons. The pressure of death surged out like a tide with her as the center. The slow-flowing river of elements suddenly accelerated, and countless light spots melted into hazy lines. It seemed that one could hear her soul cheering heartily, celebrating that some kind of shackles had finally been broken.

——She felt free.

Instantly, everyone in the temple felt a tingling sensation as if electricity was running through their bodies. With the altar as the center, a blue-purple arc of electricity pierced through the air, sticking between the liquid medicine and the air, hissing and flickering.

The incredibly high temperature quickly evaporated the liquid medicine, and the cool altar instantly became like the center of an electric furnace. Dazzling bright purple electric light gushed out along the plane. In this ancient and great psychic matrix, the light flashed faster and faster, and the matrix composed of countless runes finally lit up like red-hot metal.

Visible arcs of lightning flashed across the water surface, and strange purple-blue electric light attached to the surface of the clear pool, flashing and moving radially with the saint as the center.

The air around the altar was flickering with electric currents due to the intense magnetization and ionization effects, but the dark sarcophagus in the pool began to crack, and fine stone chips slowly rose up, as if entering a state of weightlessness, and swirled around the saint in the electromagnetic field, just like the black-robed Grim Reaper holding a scythe circling the throne.

The elders showed terrified looks in their eyes. Some of them held the Holy Cross on their chests and prayed with trembling hands and feet. After all, they had never seen a vision of this magnitude. The only one who remained calm was Todd Rod. His eyes showed sorrow and pity. It seemed that he could see that Abigail's soul was polluted by something far more powerful than her, and she was crying alone.

Being too different from ordinary people is a terrible thing. For example, King Midas of Lydia once learned the art of alchemy from a demigod. However, when he performed this magic at a grand banquet and turned everything his fingers touched into gold, the guests did not worship him but dispersed due to hunger, thirst and fear. The king then deeply regretted this and washed his fingers that turned stones into gold in the sacred stream.

Todrode looked at the saint with amazing majesty, his heart sunken. This is the way the world works. The strong eat the weak, and sacrifices are offered to the gods with flesh and blood. If you don't want to be eaten, then you should kill the thing that wants to eat you first - isn't that always the way things develop?

The fate of the sacrifice is always certain. The Pope's eyes grew colder.

Until the magnetic field faded, the black sarcophagus was completely reduced to ashes, and the huge snake-like current suddenly rolled back and rushed to the slender figure in the center of the altar, like a swarm of people submitting to their king. The silver circuits reflected each other on Wei Xi's body, and the slender and beautiful lines were lit up. A large amount of electric light drilled into the circuit, turned into a point of light, merged into the surging circuit, and extended to the limbs.

More and more purple currents gathered towards Wei Xi, as if they were endless, and in an instant they condensed into a sea of ​​thunder. The color of the lightning became brighter and brighter, and the high temperature evaporated all the oxygen, sweeping away all the steam around, as if someone was here. The high temperature at this moment was enough to carbonize him into loosely structured carbon crystals in an instant. However, these extremely dangerous currents disappeared in the girl's body without leaving any trace.

All the water was evaporated, and the saint lay peacefully in the empty clear pool, her long black hair flowing like water on the bottom of the pool. She closed her eyes, and her pale face floated in the light of the stained glass. For a moment, she seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light, clear and warm. It was the saint in the icon who distributed the holy water to the homeless people on the streets, and the sweet rain fell, relieving all physical pains.

Until her long eyelashes trembled slightly, Abigail slowly opened her eyes and stood up from the bottom of the dry pool. The silk covering her face had slipped off, and her black eyes seemed to be floating on the water surface of thin ice, looking from afar through the light column with floating dust. This action allowed the Pope to truly see her eyes.

Her eyes seemed pure black, but when the candlelight refracted in her pupils, silver flashed. Silver is a beautiful color, especially when it appears on a girl's skirt, but when it appears in a person's eyes, it has a thrilling feeling, revealing an indescribable indifference.

This indifference was also very strange. It was not revealed, and it didn't even seem like a palpable emotion - it was more like she herself had turned into a white mist after autumn. It wasn't even very cold when you first saw it, but when you came to your senses it made people shiver to the bone, as if those silver pupils were opened in the depths of hell.

The girl waved her hand nonchalantly, and the brass organ began to play the elegant and low melody again. The melody sounded like billions of angels dying, or billions of ghosts laughing, seeming both happy and sad.

The silver circuits on her body lit up for a moment, extracting a portion of life energy from the divine relics and condensing into a ball of light in her hand. Wei Xi looked down at the silver mist in her palms, closed her palms, and crushed the silver ball of light.

The silver fragments were shrouded in a faint halo, the sounds of harps and bells floated in the air, and the ancient temple was shining with bright light. In this light, the faces of the mummy-like elders were close to normal, their blood flow accelerated, their muscles became fuller, their old bodies seemed to have regained their vitality, and their skin was flowing with the oily light of an athlete.

As the silver light became more and more, the thing from ancient times that had been deposited for hundreds of years awakened. A slender arc slowly stretched out from the jade box. It was a slender bone, showing a perfect silver color. Following it, a row of wings like a fan spread out... Half of the mythical creature's body opened up, and it was waving its wings hard. The other half of its body fixed in the jade also pulled out. Its feathers seemed soft and light, but in fact, when the feathers were closed, they had a hardness close to metal. Thick feathers covered the wings, and the nails were as sharp as the thin blade of a razor.

Everyone was stunned. They could all call out the name of this thing, "Moonlight Bird". The legendary thing really reappeared in this world. The Moonlight Bird struggled out, it stood on the jade, and made a sound similar to a happy cry.

The shadow of the wings fell down, and the cold light flowed along the edge of the feathers like sharp blades. The silver feathers flew all over the sky, reflecting the changing metallic luster like smelting.

The companion creature of God suddenly flapped its wings and flew lightly to Abigail. Abigail stretched out her arms and let the moonbird's slender wings embrace her head. Its movements were as gentle as a girl hugging her loved ones, or like a pet approaching its owner who has been reunited after a long absence...

So calm, so holy, so powerful.

The most arrogant pagans and the craziest heretics will fall to their knees and return to the arms of God after witnessing such a miracle.

The elders suddenly burst into tears. They rushed to get close to the saint, but stopped and knelt on the ground at the last moment. The bronze door burst open, and the vines became docile and lovely again. The wind blowing from the wilderness was permeated with the cold and clear fragrance of flowers. The monks and nuns came to worship the miracle without any discipline, hoping to obtain the silver gift of life. Many people cheered. The scene before them was so exciting. The majestic vitality even woke up the moonbird, as if the spirit of God was attached to the saint.

According to the procedure, there were some etiquette ceremonies to follow, but most of the people present had fanatically ignored this. The only ones who remained calm were the Pope and the last elder, who watched silently away from the crowd.

Todrod thought of the mural "Gods Among Demons", which was strikingly similar to the scene before him, with so many arms eager to pull Him into sin and desire, and a pair of eyes that didn't care. His heart moved. Abigail's eyes had a hard, smooth, and cold texture - so sharp, so clean, and so cold. Human weakness and sticky complex emotions could not touch her like dust.