savior epic

Chapter 60 Old Friends

Inside the magic tower, Kasim was holding a sheepskin scroll in his hands. At first glance, it was really unpretentious, only the worn horns and the yellowed surface of the scroll could be seen as traces of history.

This parchment was sent by Ode from the Temple of Misery.

Kasim stared at the sentences on it. There were only two paragraphs. The characters were ancient and mysterious. They were not phonetic characters, but ideographic characters.

But I am not a linguist, so I dare not judge other things.

Kasim opened the letterhead that Ode sent along with him.

"Our dear colleagues, we still know very little about the language of this manuscript. Even the most knowledgeable bachelors in the teaching can only infer that its words may be related to some mathematics. This is really a strange thing. Language, it does not seem to be specially encrypted, but each font contains mathematics. This may be related to some dwarven languages.

My fellow workers, this is all we know, I have included as much information as possible for you.Hope you can find the direction to decipher. "

Kasim skipped the final greeting and compliment.

Picking up the manuscript and reading it by the light of the oil lamp, Kasim read it carefully.

"If it's math, it's not my specialty."

Although the exploration of mysticism requires a certain amount of mathematical knowledge, in mysticism, mathematics is often used as an auxiliary tool.

Most scholars do not have the ability and patience to delve into mathematics.

Kasim propped his forehead and thought for a long time.

"If it's mathematics, then..." Kasim thought of someone, "Ronald?"

He had heard the scholastics mention Ronald's mathematical genius.

Although Ronald's stupidity is well known, however, recently Kasim suddenly heard rumors that he was quite talented in mathematics.

"No, Ronald's brain is not normal, except for him. There are others." Kasim was still a little entangled, "Isa is the priest. Not to mention, let her know that I am in contact with a pagan order, and it will be troublesome."

Well, after thinking about it many times, I only have one choice, Ronald.

"Find an opportunity to absorb him into the Heavenly Kingdom Association and ask him to keep it absolutely secret. That's the only way to go." Kasim said helplessly to himself.

Chen Yi ladles water to clean the tableware. Thanks to the past of the knight family, the family has a set of wooden tableware with a complete range. There is no need to cut bread and use it as a plate like ordinary townspeople. The spoons in the iron pot are shared in turns.

"Are you going to draw a magic circle in the study?" Hedwig said incredulously.

"Well, I'm afraid I was disturbed by something like last time."

Chen Yi was actually looking for an excuse, he didn't want others to see that he was the guardian of the Kingdom of God, even if it was his younger sister.

"Okay, be careful," Hedwig raised her eyelids, caring, "Don't close the door."

"what"

"I have to watch." Hedwig said seriously, "Occultism is very dangerous, otherwise people wouldn't call it witchcraft. Of course, I'm not against your brother, you know what I mean."

"Are you worried about me?" Chen Yi succinctly helped her express her thoughts.

belch.

Hedwig was speechless like a hiccup.

"Well, yes." She slowed down and admitted.

Chen Yi smiled and said, "Then I'll keep the door open."

"Yeah." Hedwig nodded in agreement.

After washing the tableware, Chen Yi walked into the study room, and concealed the door, leaving her in the size of a person.

It was already night, Chen Yi let out a sigh of relief.

"Father Christopher may have arrived at the Holy Land, I don't know"

If Chen Yi remembers well, the time of burning in heathen religion is opposite to that of true religion, not in the daytime, but at night.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"Draw the magic circle first."

Chen Yi thought to herself, picking out the materials brought from the college, Kasim was very generous.

Using the blood diluted with pure water, Chen Yi drew a magic circle, the pattern was still the circle of truth, and wrote down the motto in the scriptures.

Of the six angel names, Chen Yi only wrote three, because the other three names acted as protectors, and she didn't need them to be protectors.

After placing the sacrifices, Chen Yi sprinkled holy water.

Chen Yi bent her knees and sat in front of the magic circle, closing her eyes.

After experiencing the usual pain again, he boarded the Kingdom of God.

Above the Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds, Chen Yi looked down at the town of Resurrection.

Just a quick scan as usual.

"Luomea, is she going out?" Chen Yi just glanced at her, then turned her gaze back to herself.

Zooming in, Chen Yi waved her hand and extinguished the remaining lights of the two clock towers.

As the twilight fell, Chen Yi raised her fingertips, and Chen Yi wrote her name on the magic circle.

Before going back, he saw Hedwig in the living room, pacing back and forth, trying to get out of the study several times, but holding back several times.

Consciousness returned to the body, Chen Yi chanted the ritual spell, and activated the ritual singularity.

"The king of my king, the only god who recreated the heaven.

I have endless admiration and admiration for you."

Closing her eyes, Chen Yi opened her palm's eye of vision, and used platinum inscriptions to trigger the ritual singularity.

The magic circle glowed with blue light, and the three names written from heaven glowed with a completely different golden light.

The scene in the eyes changed quickly.

Chen Yi stepped into Christopher's memory again.

Half-collapsed towers, houses inlaid with cast stones, and half of the formerly glorious and towering church steeples have been torn off. You can see the half-buried giant bell in the earth, and there are ruins everywhere.

The holy land in front of me has already fallen.

It was night now.On the road, you can see true believers lying on the street everywhere. They are pale and ragged. Most of them who have not been reduced to slaves are gentry nobles in the city who can afford the ransom.

Pagans, rich or poor, knelt in the square, clasped their hands, and prayed devoutly. Even after the feast, they could still glimpse the joy of retaking the Holy Land. Many of them were born in the Holy City.

The tall and majestic Holy Silver Cathedral, at this moment, the reliefs on the wall were broken to the ground, as if it was crumbling.

On the broken steps of the church, in the hall.

Old and weak women and children who had no time to escape from the Holy Land gathered here, leaning against the corner, lying on the ground, or comforting each other.

Chen Yi saw familiar faces, Elena was cutting old clothes for bandages, the priest's disciple was comforting the frightened civilians, Annie was nestling in her mother's arms, her watery eyes were full of anxiety.

Most of the candlelight in the stone bowl enshrined in front of the statues of the saints was extinguished.

Father Christopher, he was squatting in front of the wounded soldiers with severed limbs, the wounds of which had only been treated roughly, and the faces of the soldiers were full of grief and despair.

"Father, what should I do? Lord, I failed to keep your kingdom of heaven. Father, will the Lord forgive me? Where is the Lord?" The soldier was talking nonsense, his forehead was hot.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay. Kid, close your eyes, take a good rest, take a good rest." Christopher comforted the soldiers, his face full of tiredness and vicissitudes.

"Christopher." A weak voice came from behind the priest.

Christopher turned his head, the torn monk's robe, under the bandaged forehead, his face was old, it was his best friend, Bishop Kaloyan.

The priest walked over and knelt down slowly.

"How long do I have to die? Old friend." Bishop Kaloyan stared at the priest and said hoarsely, "Your medical skills are the best among us. Don't lie to me. Tell me, how long will I have to see the Lord?"

"Karoyan may have three days left." After a moment of hesitation, Christopher said.

"Okay, damn heathen, you're going to send me to see the Lord." Kaloyan laughed at himself, and hissed because of the wound, "Old friend, I have seen the Lord, but how can I How about handing down the oracle of his old man?"

Christopher looked at his best friend who was still humorous, couldn't help laughing, smiled, and tried to wrinkle his eyelids.

The priest said a few words of comfort, and when he was about to get up and leave, Kaloyan grabbed his wrist.

"Old friend. I heard that the second lord of the heretics requires you to hand over the holy object." Kaloyan stared at the priest fiercely, steadfastly saying, "Christopher, I call you by my real name, I have only one last wish, The sacred object of the church: the blood of the saints, must never be delivered to the hands of heretics, you would rather destroy it! You must not have foolish mercy, this is my last wish."

Christopher closed his dry lips tightly and said nothing.

Kaloyan lowered his voice and roared: "Christopher, 'In every difficult situation, the only way is to die with your own body.' Don't tell me, you forgot this motto."

The priest turned his head and looked around at every displaced refugee.

"If you hand over the sacred object, you will desecrate the gods and you will fall into hell, Christopher." Kaloyan's eyes filled with muddy tears, "Old friend, I don't want to go to heaven, but I know you are in hell."

　Recommend a book by a bar friend, "This Star Is Not Reliable at All", a farmer in Hexi

　　
　
(End of this chapter)