Feast of villains

Chapter 117 117. The four-winged angel, Lena from the previous life...

The high walls of the monastery were in sight, but the nuns' robes were missing.

Looking in through the crack of the door, you can see the lifeless stone walls, narrow eaves, windows with iron rods, decaying wooden doors... If it weren't for the cross still standing on the steeple, no one would think it was a church.

In the overgrown yard, human skeletons were scattered all over the place.

Susha blinked her eyes a few times, made a cross on her chest with her right hand, sighed and said:
"This is really a tragedy, may their spirits rest in peace, Amen..."

Then, she grabbed Nance and was about to rush in with great interest.

"Let's go in quickly and take a look..."

Entering the wooden door of the monastery, he was kicked down.

The moment Nance stepped in, illusory and layered prayers suddenly sounded in his ears.

—I own the dead, I let them go.

—I was surprised to find that they were not as rumored.

—they died so sure, so peacefully, so happily.

In a daze, Nance woke up from "Requiem", knowing that it was the voice of the nun he saw just now.

"Hurry up!" Suza shouted from the front.

Nance then walked forward again.

Most of the buildings in this monastery are made of stone, giving people a cold and hard feeling.

Whether it's the walls, window sills or eaves, everything is smooth and straight, just like a prison for prisoners...

Having said that, a building can only be counted as a building if it is occupied by people, and a building without people's activities will become ruins.The church of this monastery is still standing after hundreds of years of wind and rain, and the ruins are definitely not... It is more like a relic.

Before entering the church, Nance and Suza walked around the outside.

On the mottled wall, the appearance of murals can still be vaguely seen. Although the color has faded, the general appearance can still be distinguished.

Religion is at the top of life, and it provides people with the means of life and life. This is the era of out-and-out theocracy, as shown in the murals: under the hot sky, a few haggard but full of vitality trees shake The branches and leaves of the green trees intersect with the foliage carved on the immovable church building.

Every morning and evening, residents come here to breathe and enjoy the coolness among the flowers and treetops in the garden, and sing their evening prayers.

For decades, they have come here to attend mass and listen to sermons.

While praying devoutly to God, donate your savings and the ability to think independently.

In every mural, the nuns are never absent, and they dedicate their lives to it.

How many of these nuns were voluntary and how many were forced... Nance thought about something, and gradually came to the ancient and huge Gothic church.

The flat stone wall is like a copper wall and an iron wall, like the embodiment of God's cold truth.

Such a strong structure is too powerful for human beings, and there is no possibility of resistance.

The gap in the door.

Something flashed by.

Color, pattern, freshness.

The dark brown stone building is therefore stained with a little bright color.

"Hey!" Susha waved her hand in front of Nance, "What's the matter with you? You're in a trance, did you hit a ghost?"

Looking at the heavy door in front of him, Nance murmured, "I have a hunch that I will see an angel after opening the door."

"Angel?" Susha froze for a moment, then shrugged boredly, "Angels don't hurt people, so it doesn't matter if you see them."

"What if she turns into a fallen angel?"

"...It suddenly occurred to me that I still have something to discuss with Sister Qingxian, so you can stay here and explore slowly."

Although she said she wanted to run away, and her eyes were wary of her surroundings, Miss Su finally showed a little sense of loyalty at the critical moment, and she didn't really leave Nance and run away.

Nance carefully looked at the building in front of him again.

This solid outer wall looks like a whole piece of black and gray from the outside, and there are huge buttresses supporting it at short distances.The main hall in the middle and the small corridors on both wings can only be illuminated by rose windows inlaid with stained glass.

The rose window is extremely artistically hung above the church door, and the luxurious shape of the border is a unique culture of the so-called Gothic.

It's really a prison full of artistic sense... Nance stretched out his hand forward with emotion.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and the long corridor stretched straight forward.

The interior of the church is dark and full of mystery, the air is turbid, dust is floating, and it has been abandoned for many years.

Just this moment.

There is the sound of singing psalms inside the church, ethereal and neat, straight to the bottom of my heart.

At the same time, the heavy clouds in the sky moved, and the sun was half hidden and revealed, casting soft and bright rays of light.

It was light, like light, and there was a sound like a feather falling...

"What are you doing?"

What a slender and crisp voice... Susha couldn't help but admire.

The angel stood in front of him.

Straight black hair, white skin as smooth as porcelain.

There was a soft light in the big pupils.

Those eyes are dotted with slender and shiny black eyelashes.

This is a beautiful girl who even women fall in love with.

Angels are originally neutral and holy creatures, and it seems plausible that they can attract women...Susha smiled, and couldn't help raising her feet to move closer, "My sister, you call... ouch!"

She glared back at Nance who was tugging at her arm.

"Don't move around," Nance reminded.

Miss Su snorted.

She put on a cold expression, turned her head away, and didn't look at him.

Just now, this guy gave her a long wet kiss while she was in a daze, and she is still angry now.

Nance ignored her and said to the girl, "Hello, we are lost travelers."

In the slightly dim light, the girl was wearing a white robe, floating there like an angel.

Hearing him speak, she smiled gently: "Please follow me."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked from the aisle to the altar of the church.

Although she hadn't hugged her slender body covered in white robes yet, it made Nance feel very kind.

Of course, it wasn't because she was a beautiful woman that he felt kind, but from her voice, he recognized the perfect face and her youthful body - that was the photo he had seen in Sister Reina's room , is Sister Reina from Girls' Generation.

He pulled Susha into the darkness.

Different from familiars that everyone can become, angels are born with it, and if you don't have it, you won't have it again.

Every time an angel falls, a new envoy will be born.

Strictly speaking, each envoy corresponds to the inheritance of a certain angel, and it definitely does not come out of thin air.

Although there is no evidence yet, Nance has already equated this girl with Sister Reina.

In the aisle, Shadow looked at the interior of the church with a penetrating sharp gaze, her perception was so sharp that it could penetrate even the solid walls and stone floors.

The pillars supporting the dome are full of strange decorations, and many strange words are recorded.

A red pleated curtain is hung on the wooden grille in front of the choir. When the curtain is closed, the altar behind cannot be seen from the front area.A number of columns spaced the palisades at equal distances, supporting the lectern and the organ within the palisades.This part of the building is integrated with the decoration of the church. Carved columns can be seen outside the wooden fence, supporting the beams and columns of the central nave.

The altar behind the red curtain can only be glimpsed by a curious person who is daring enough to cross the choir area.

"Nance, there's something weird..."

Shadow whispered to Nance.

"The church is a monotheistic religion. It does not recognize that the power of anything can compete with God, so there will be no images of worshiping other gods. Look at the carvings on the pillars, it is the Kabbalah Tree of Life... Over there, that It's not Beelzebub, it's the sun god in Phoenician mythology... and the uncle with the trident over there is Poseidon, the sea god in Greek mythology."

Nance was listening when the shadow's voice suddenly disappeared.

The space became quiet.

Suddenly, the muscles on Nance's face contracted.

— sight.

She noticed it.

Nance was covered in goose bumps, and his vision slowly lifted.

The girl stood facing him.

"Child, please don't listen to the slander, those are just demons." She said to Nance in a slender voice, "God is omnipotent, the perfect creator, and the only true God in the world."

Nance frowned and said, "The creator must be perfect, so the devil must also be created by God."

"Goo~"

Doraemon pecked his ear to express his dissatisfaction.

In Yingying's view, the queen is omnipotent, not created by God at all.

The girl on the opposite side smiled innocently and said, "That's right."

"If the devil is not created by God, then God is not perfect." Nance continued, "In the doctrine, even evil can only exist within the scope allowed by God. The devil was created just to set off God's love and omnipotence are the villains that exist to justify 'goodness'. In other words, the reason why the devil is allowed to inhabit this world is only because it is given the mission of the preacher, because it can convert God's Justification exists."

The girl said in her usual innocent tone: "It's really an interesting conversation."

Her voice is immature, still a pure girlish voice.

Meticulously carved facial features, watery pupils, fair and delicate skin... No matter in terms of temperament and appearance, she is a living little angel.

"Please come with me."

The girl turned around, walking lightly towards the back of the curtain like walking on a cloud.

Long octagonal windows, inlaid with stained glass.

There is a huge candle chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling, a huge door-shaped decoration on the front, and the innermost one is called an altar-it is completely an altar, with an altar in the front and a cross in the back.

What was enshrined on the altar was not incense or flowers, but another naked girl.

Beside the sleeping girl, there are many books, and the cover of each book is clearly displayed.

In addition, Nance also noticed that many female images were carved on the pillars around the altar.

Although they couldn't be clearly identified, judging from the composition and implication, most of them were some legendary goddesses, and the only one he could accurately identify was Nuwa—after all, Nuwa's appearance of squeezing mud was so recognizable.

The girl noticed Nance's eyes looking around, and asked softly, "It's incredible, isn't it?"

Nance nodded silently.

"All the rules and regulations in this monastery have been strictly maintained since the Reformation period, and they have remained unchanged." The girl's smile remained undiminished, and she was affectionate, and she said lightly: "In monotheism, the Creator is the only God, so the existence of the Goddess Abolished. Even the attributes of fertility, love, and birth, which have been in charge of women since ancient times, have been taken away by God. But here, there are so many images of female gods. I say they are demons, do you believe it? ?”

Nance shook his head silently.

Doraemon also shook her head, and Shadow curled her lips secretly. Only Susha nodded directly: "I believe you, you don't look like a liar, of course I believe you."

At this time, Secretary Su was already bewitched by the illusion.

The scary thing about this illusion is that if you can't guess the girl's mind, you will never be able to wake up.

Doraemon doesn't believe it, because in its heart the queen is omnipotent;
Miss Shadow doesn't believe it because she has an invincible keen heart that can penetrate the truth of things;

But Nance didn't believe it because he found a book called "The Witch's Hammer" among the books on the altar.

This book was written by two monks and inquisitors in the [-]th century. It details the methods of identifying witches.

As the basis for witch hunting, this book intensified the trend of witch hunting. It was one of the black histories that the Holy See tried to cover up, and it would never be allowed to appear in a place like a monastery.

In addition to this book, there are also a bunch of books like "The Key of Solomon", "Book of Honorius", "Genesis", "Book of Glory" and "The Reveal of the Secret Law" that can be related to the Holy See.

"Sir, you are not a devout believer." The girl laughed with a clear and sweet voice, "According to the teachings, I will judge you."

Holy wings spread out from her back.

——Two pairs!
The scene in Nance's eyes changed suddenly.

The sky became dark and deep, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Fog was deposited in the mid-air, and the crimson moonlight pierced through the clouds into the Holy See, making people feel awe and anxiety from the bottom of their hearts.

"Wow even!"

Susha shivered violently.

"Goo!"

Doraemon has entered a state of predation.

The girl's watery eyes were wide open, and her bud-like lips trembled slightly.

The pitch-black hair fluttered.

Her solemn expression was like that of an angel in trial.

But it's not.

—she is a witch.

Or a fallen angel.

This girl with the face of an angel is more suitable than anyone for the role of a fallen angel.

The more beautiful and pure it is, the more divinity will be transformed into magic, and it will be extra thick and powerful.

The four-winged angel stood in front of him.

Straight black hair, delicate skin like light snow.

Nance's face was reflected in the big eyes, and his expression was not flustered, but rather pitiful.

What did he think of?

There was a trace of anticipation in the girl's holy expression.

"In the eyes of outsiders, a monastery is a place where people can cultivate themselves to perfection. It can iron out the most painful thoughts, relieve the most severe pain, and prepare a soft bed for the suffering of life."

The girl did not stop judging.

A clean holy sword floated up from her chest, and the hilt was held by her small palm.

"But, nuns, are they really willing to understand the greatness of the God they serve devoutly?"

The girl said nothing.

The holy sword pierced through the air and slashed down with unrivaled brilliance.

— Judgment came.

"The Holy See advertises itself as being spotless, and attracts women from every corner of the world, making them the embodiment of holiness. These lovely girls, abandoning all cares in life, commit suicide slowly in the arms of God. The monastic life requires a life from the world. Completely freed from things, their souls lament, but no one hears their cries, for this is a prison..."

Nance uttered the words as fast as he could ever have in his life.

The holy sword was hanging above his head, less than one centimeter away, and the sharpness of the blade had already cut a trace of blood on his forehead.

--so close!
Nance didn't change his face, but his heart was beating violently.

The four-winged angels are the second-tier angels of God, a terrifying existence of the same level as the queen.Regardless of whether this girl is the main angel, or the angel of power, or the weakest angel of power in the second level, she can destroy him without any effort.

"Hehe, hehehehe..."

The girl is laughing.

"Really..." A sweet and tender voice floated from her soft lips, "...so interesting, so interesting..."

The holy sword disappeared.

There was a happy smile on the girl's face.

——what's the matter?
Nance had a guess.

The tragedies that happened here may have been caused by her own hands.

Due to some accidents, she degenerated from a holy nun to an evil fallen angel, and was suppressed here.Of course, her soul was eliminated, but her body was only sealed... After years and months, that body regained a bit of wisdom, and launched a bloody revenge here.

Nance thought it was easy to understand.

After all, it was the corpse of a four-winged angel.

Whether it is used as medicine or as a drink, it is a rare treasure, so those people were not willing to destroy it back then.

(End of this chapter)