Chapter 1267: Sanctuary, Pope
In the world of Kolo, if there is the last lighthouse in the darkness, and there is the last recognized holy place in the eyes of the secular nations, there is still the last pure land in the endless chaos, then there is no doubt that it is the sanctuary. .
Ever since the ancient giant Lockerton crushed the earth and turned the entire Kolo into five continents floating in the sea of Karnos, the evil chaos and dark powers are endlessly eroding the kingdom of order, those The continents floating on the outside are undulating and bumping in the original magical energy. Chaos and magical energy wash away everything on the land day after day.
The secret of the Kanaan was swallowed up by chaos thousands of years ago. When the last order lighthouse on that continent was extinguished, the power of the order kingdom could no longer recapture the land there, and the land of order was permanently framed.
And other continents are also in the chaos of wind and rain, always facing the fate of being swallowed up.
However, only the sanctuary, this land floating in the center of the void space, has been shrouded in light for thousands of years, without any gloom.
Until recently, the light of Asoman suddenly dimmed.
Seen from the void space of endless darkness, the sanctuary is like a regular inverted cone with a nearly perfect contour: the edge of a perfect circle, the inverted cone continental base symmetrical along the central axis, and the continent. The gentle terrain that gradually rises to the middle makes it seem as a man-made perfect incredible. Some scholars speculate that the sanctuary was originally a nail created by the goddess of creation, once nailed to Locke Marton. Forehead. On the pedestal of the inverted cone of the sanctuary, you can see the faint light of constant walking. These rays are attached to the crystalline matter that is found between the earth and the rock. Scholars have speculated that these rays constitute a huge original rune, which is the embodiment of the power of the goddess of creation. Throughout the ages, there are countless famous sorcerers who risked their lives and came to the bottom of the sanctuary. They looked up and studied the light that swam under the sanctuary, trying to sneak out the secrets of the power of the world. After comprehending such a star and a half, it became the most powerful sage and mentor in the history of Kolo, and more people were swallowed by the sea of Carnos, and there was no bone.
But now, the continually moving light has weakened to an unprecedented level, even though there is still a shimmer of light, but compared with the heyday of the sanctuary, it is simply the light of fire.
There is still a thin light curtain over the Sanctuary, but this layer of light is also weak enough to make the Sanctuary tremble.
In the middle of the Sanctuary continent, on the high ground guarded by the city of the gods of the triple ring, the crystal holy mountain Asoman points straight to the sky. This magnificent "mountain" composed of a large number of white crystal columns is distributed in the night sky. The slightest radiance seems to be supporting the thin barrier of the sky with the last force, but anyone in the Sanctuary can see that this great sacred mountain is in decline.
Pope August VII stood on the high platform of the iconic palace and looked at the light of Asoman, which was close at hand. This palace on the "side of the gods", the innermost layer of the city of the gods, is the highest sanctuary of the goddess of creation, and is the closest to the gods by the mortals of the world of Kolo. The palace made of white boulders and golden paint has two towers, forming a threshold-like structure, meaning that the door leads to the secret of God, and the high platform of the iconic palace is located in the middle of the two towers. At the top is the place where only the pope and the bishop can get close. Standing on this high platform, you can bathe directly into the most pure and great light of Asuman. August VII will come here every day to meditate for an hour to think about the balance and future of the whole world, planning the many affairs of the sanctuary. Make major decisions that can affect countless lives and deaths.
But today, he can no longer enter this state of meditation, and Asoman’s faint radiance shines on his face, only to bring chills to the old man.
The old pope tightened his thick and gorgeous golden robe. He looked at the top of the crystal holy mountain Asoman, where there was a shocking crack, and the arc and the fog continued to spew out from the crack, every minute. They are weakening the power of this holy mountain.
In fact, the crack has healed most of the time. Asoman’s ancient power seems to have the power of self-repair. However, the old pope can see that it can’t repair much faster than the weakening of the barrier, probably before the crack completely heals. The sanctuary will be swallowed up by chaos.
"Your Majesty, the investigation team of the monk of Carrasius still has no news." A high-ranking bishop came to Auguste and said softly, interrupting the old pope's contemplation.
August VII turned slightly: "Is the next group of investigations ready?"
The high-ranking bishop frowned, and some of his words stopped, but in the end he said: "Your majesty, the barrier is weakening, and the high-ranking clergymen keep the order of light in the day and night, and the people who are transferred from various continents are also Just enough to maintain the daily operation of Asoman, in this case we really can't be formed again..."
"The man's hand can be squeezed out," the old pope's tone is still gentle and gentle. The long eyebrows hang down from both sides, making him look kind and eye-catching, but everyone familiar with him knows that the old man's character is actually reluctant, " Send the reserved magic stone to the furnace, and we will be able to vacate a survey team."
"Your Majesty, Ansu mainland is really so important?" The high-level bishop couldn't help but ask. In his opinion, the decision of the old pope was too sloppy, lacking reliable and credible reasons. Unlike the old style of this wise old man, “Now we are facing huge difficulties. In this case, it is more dangerous to waste more effort...”
"Asuman has given us instructions," the old pope pointed to the crystal sacred mountain in front of him. "There is a light on the continent of Ansu. This light makes the several halls inside Asoman wake up from sleep. This is the holy mountain." The signal is sent, it has to repair itself, it needs the light on the continent of Ansu, no matter what it is, we have to find it and bring it."
Said, the old pope turned slightly and looked at the high-level bishop: "In today's situation, the trap can only greet the destined ending, but a fight may bring hope. In the past, we should not act recklessly. But now, we can only hope for God's care."
The old Pope’s previous statement did not impress the high-ranking bishop, but the words behind him made the other party speechless. The high-ranking bishop could only nod. “I will tell you, the second group will start as soon as possible.”
The old pope lowered his eyebrows and changed the subject: "What is the situation in the mainland countries?"
"Most of the news has been interrupted. Chaos Storm has blocked most of the routes and magic network signals. At present, only know that this situation occurs simultaneously on all continents. Every order country is under attack, and there are also annihilation sects. The shadow."
"Destroy the sect?"
"The madmen will not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, sire," the high-level bishop replied. "The stronger the chaotic power, the stronger their strength will be, and the countries will be struggling to cope with the storm. It’s easier for those mad believers to take advantage of it. The secular kingdoms are not as united as the Sanctuary, and they are vulnerable to internal threats.”
"The secular kingdom has the power of the secular kingdom, and the sanctuary has the responsibility of the sanctuary. Now we must focus on this chaotic storm. The secular things can only believe in the rulers of those kingdoms." The old pope sighed. "I am only worried about the upcoming ignition ceremony. Now it is the seventh year of the war. The firearms of all countries should have dried up. The new heirs must be responsible for lighting the tower of the sunburn in the coming year. This situation... This is a key node. Verrol, I always have an ominous premonition. During the time when the eyes of the sanctuary are obscured, the world is rapidly tilting toward the darkness, and many things are beyond Our imagination and control."
The high-ranking bishop was silent for a moment. Obviously, this question is really difficult to answer. In the end, he can only respond comfortably: "The light of Asoman will definitely light up again. At that time, the clouds will disperse and the order will be renewed. Go back to the sanctuary."
"Viror, I hope that as you said. If there is nothing else, you should step back."
The high-ranking bishop led the retreat. August VII turned around after a moment of silence. He looked at the crystal holy mountain Asoman and said to the empty air: "Prepare the 'threshold', let's go to the astrology hall."
In the air that was originally empty, the layers of ripples suddenly swayed, followed by an image wearing a white robe, the whole body was like a phantom, and shrouded in a layer of blue light. She could be seen as a woman, but Its face is vague enough to be almost indistinguishable: this is the ancient guard of Asoman's gatekeeper, the lofty victim, and the crystal sacred mountain.
August VII knew that the gatekeeper was almost as old as the history of the church, and the pope changed for countless generations, only the goalkeeper was always the same.
Even if you are a pope, August VII can't understand the secret of the gatekeeper. The latter never communicates with people except for guiding and opening the threshold. Auguste is not even sure that the ancient spirit is old. Whether it was really a human being.
The goalkeeper nodded silently, behind her, a light door opened out of thin air. (To be continued.)
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