big devil holmes

Chapter 25 Canonization Ceremony

This monastery should not have been established for more than 100 years, but when passing through the blue-black porch, you still feel a heavy sense of history.

Unlike a church, a monastery is more like a religious school. Almost all believers who want to join the Holy See must start from this kind of monastery, chanting scriptures, praying, and listening to the enlightenment of the Holy Light every day.

In fact, if it weren't for such cumbersome rules, Sherlock really wouldn't be in his 30s, and he still doesn't have the slightest piety towards the Holy See.

The courtyard is full of flowers, plants and trees, and occasionally some low-level monks wearing linen robes can be seen; when passing through several wooden doors, the sound of reciting inside can be faintly heard, and finally, passing through several corridors made of blue bricks and stone slabs, Sherlock was taken into the deepest tower of a monastery.

This surprised him a little bit.

The canonization ceremony is the only way for mortals to become contractors. Even if it is not as grand as the knight canonization ceremony, it must be solemn or mysterious no matter what. Is it possible to make do in this small tower?

In fact, as early as half a century ago, the canonization of the contractor was really a solemn and mysterious ceremony, which even required a sacrificial-level priest to preside over it;

However, during the second demon invasion, both the Holy See and the government needed a lot of combat power, so the canonization ceremony was delegated to almost all the monasteries, sometimes seven or eight times a day, regardless of talent, anyway, come first Try it; at that time, there were a lot of people who wanted to accept the experiment. After all, becoming a contractor had a higher chance of surviving than a mortal.This has also led to this ceremony becoming more and more normalized, which is why the number of contractors in the world has exceeded one million so far.

Pushing open the wooden door, a unique smell of incense came to the face. The sunlight in the tower cannot come in, and the light can only be provided by the circles of candles surrounding the walls.

And in the middle of the candle is a huge bulletin table, on which there is a huge book with a thickness of more than 30 centimeters, and some tools that Sherlock can't understand.

The nun strolled behind the bulletin board and motioned for Sherlock to come too.

"Is this about to start the ceremony?" Sherlock wondered, "Just the two of us?"

The nun smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Holmes, the operation of the canonization ceremony based on the Holy See is quite mature now, and there is no need for cumbersome procedures. If you cooperate, it can be completed in only ten minutes."

While speaking, she opened the thick book and held a disc in her hand.

The disc was sunken in the middle, and the whole body was made of brass, like a large pot lid, except that it was engraved with complicated characters and symbols. Immediately afterwards, the nun took out another needle.

"Give me one of your fingers, please," she said.

Sherlock probably always played this kind of game with those criminals, subconsciously thinking that he was going to chop off a finger and give it to the other party, but he soon realized that he should just stick out his finger.

So he stretched out the index finger of his right hand and hung it over the copper plate, while the nun poked his fingertip with a needle.

A drop of blood slowly fell into the complicated scriptures.

This seems to be the end of the matter———

Because the nun no longer has any other actions, just staring at the drop of blood on the plate with incomparable concentration.
Sherlock naturally followed suit.

After about a minute like this, suddenly, the drop of blood seeped into the container, turning into a bright red trace, and the trace began to move slowly along the complicated lines, and finally, it stopped at a On top of the symbol like '亅'.

The nun immediately put down the copper plate, flipped the booklet to a certain page, and seemed to be looking for contrasting symbols on it.

at last
"Found it." The nun called softly.

But Sherlock noticed that her expression was complicated for a moment.

"Is something wrong?"

"No." The nun hesitated for a moment, and gave such an answer, followed by: "Then Mr. Sherlock, we have found the contracted creature corresponding to you, please follow me to read the following pronunciations silently, and in the pronunciation During the process, stare at a certain position in the line of sight, try to get as close as possible to you, and open the void crack for the first time, if the distance is too far, it may cause some damage to your consciousness."

As he spoke, he read a few pronunciations that were not too difficult.

Sherlock felt that there might be something wrong, but it was obviously not the time to be entangled, so he quickly followed the chanting while staring at a position at hand
And in the process of his retelling, a very strange feeling emerged from his mind.It's as if one part of my thinking has been pulled away and transferred to the place where I'm looking at. As long as I control it a little, there will be a force to hold the empty space and tear it to both sides.

This feeling made Sherlock very novel. So he followed this idea and slowly exerted force.

immediately!

A space crack appeared!
"So easy?!"

Sherlock was shocked, it was much easier than tearing a person's throat, after all, people still struggle. So, following this force, Sherlock tried to tear the crack a little bigger.

But when the crack was torn to a length of 30 centimeters, it could no longer expand.

Probably because his ability can only reach this level, or because he was influenced by the holy light.

And just as he was guessing the reason... Suddenly, something crawled out from the space crack.

One. Bugs.

Uh. Although it is a bit strange, it is really a bug. Its body is blue-gray and its length is about seven or eight centimeters. It looks like a banana that has been peeled off and oxidized in the air for three days.

The little bug slowly crawled out of the crack, first poked its head, then tremblingly wanted to move back as if it was afraid of a strange environment, but it was too stupid. Huhu's body didn't pay attention and slipped out of the crack, but the void crack opened about half a meter from the ground, so it squeaked and fell to the ground, making a pitiful 'chichi' Voice.

"." There was a silence.

Sherlock opened his mouth slightly, looked at the caterpillar in shock, then turned his head, looked at the nun beside him, and found that the other party was looking at him with an embarrassing expression in pity.

"What is this?"

"Ahem. According to the Holy See's abyssal creature records, it should be a worm that lives in hell."

"Worm?" Sherlock repeated subconsciously: "So, this thing is my contract demon?"

"Yes." The nun stopped looking at Sherlock, and even lowered her head, looking at the hem of her long-distance running.

He seemed to finally understand what the strange expression on the other party's face meant just now.

Is his own contract demon such a thing?

Looking at the caterpillar again, it is only now that it has finally turned over with great difficulty, but it dare not move, so it simply lies on the ground and pretends to be dead.

"Does this thing have any abilities?" Sherlock seemed to still be struggling.

The nun turned around and walked to the book, flipped through it again, and finally said a little embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, judging from the records of the Holy See over the centuries, your contract demon is the lowest kind, and it can't be read. that is
It is capable of nothing. "

(End of this chapter)