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Chapter 27 Prophecy and Thousand Faces

"May his noble soul find eternal peace in the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit."

The priest's prayer was quite brief. The light of the lantern gradually faded away. He closed his prayer book and exhaled the last breath of smoke.

"Thank you for your answer, Captain Leonard. It's time for me to leave."

Ron's voice was obviously much calmer: "Next, I have to comfort other victims of the disaster and help them repair the damaged streets and houses."

"I can understand appeasing the people, but the repair work..."

Bai Yue was a little surprised: "As a priest of the sanctuary, wouldn't taking the initiative to lower your status affect the piety of the believers?"

"It seems that your amnesia symptoms are really serious."

The pastor sighed: "In this desolate world, pure piety cannot buy a full belly of bread and resources."

"The significance of our holy religion is not only to spread faith and appease souls, but also to set an example and use practical actions to lead people forward in the dark night."

Ron solemnly said: "Under the guidance of the archbishop, our work and responsibilities have always been like this."

Bai Yue immediately stood in awe after hearing this.

But at this moment, the wooden door of the ward was pushed open again.

"No, Pastor Ron!"

A cute little girl with a round face appeared at the door. She had black hair and black eyes. She looked to be about ten years old. She was wearing a fitted black nun's uniform, with a mini lantern and prayer book hanging around her waist. She was obviously a nun. A fairly regular member of the Holy Church.

At this time, she looked anxious, and the little nun stamped her feet and said anxiously:

"Pastor Ron, our Archbishop Bourne is drunk before the upcoming holy ceremony! He can't be woken up no matter how he screams!"

Bai Yue: ...

What about the sacred duty that was promised...

Ron:! ?

"Ah?" The pastor swayed, obviously not holding back: "What do you mean?"

"Just last night, in order to show his gratitude to the holy church, a citizen specially donated a large barrel of golden wheat spirit to the church."

"I know! I hid that wine myself!"

"But it was found by Grandpa Bourne again!"

The little nun covered her nose and walked into the ward filled with smoke: "I can't wake up Grandpa Bishop by myself, so I came to you for help..."

But as soon as the little girl finished speaking, she saw the hunter with gentle eyes on the hospital bed.

The little nun was stunned immediately. The girl blinked her eyes and pursed her lips. The next moment, she rushed towards Bai Yue. The little nun tightly hugged the hunter's neck and buried her head on the hunter's shoulder.

Bai Yue did not resist the little girl's hug. He touched the girl's head and turned his questioning eyes to the priest beside him.

"Molly, this kid has always been very clingy to you."

Seeing this scene, Ron smiled and explained to Bai Yue: "On the day she learned about Archbishop Bourne's prophecy, she cried all night."

"I didn't cry!"

The little nun quickly raised her head. She reached out and wiped the wet corners of her eyes with her white sleeves, trying her best to show a serious expression:

"As the most obedient nun in the Holy Church, I am Miss Molly who will become the archbishop in the future, so I will not cry casually!"

"Of course, of course, everyone in the church is aware of Lady Molly's strong character."

Pastor Ron opened the window and tried to dilute the smoke. He turned his head and said, "Little Molly, Captain Leonard has lost his memory. He needs to take a good rest now."

"Amnesia..."

The little nun took a serious look at Bai Yue's eyes. Molly's eyes suddenly showed worry, but soon she returned to her serious expression. The little girl put her hands on her hips and said:

"It's okay, I will definitely find a way to help Leonard regain his memory!"

Bai Yue didn't respond, just nodded towards the other party.

However, Pastor Ron on the side was obviously a little anxious at this time. He was pacing back and forth and seemed to be mumbling something.

"Holy Holy Spirit...Why did Bishop Berne go wrong today...Today is the day when he presides over the Holy Sacrifice and the High Mass..."

The pastor held his head, and Ron's eyelids twitched, if he had eyelids: "Little Molly, how much did he drink from that barrel of strong liquor?"

"When I found him, Grandpa had almost finished the barrel!"

The little nun said crisply: "It took a lot of effort to pull Bishop Burn's head out of the barrel."

"I really—"

The pastor used all the education he had accumulated throughout his life to hold back his beautiful words, and Ron finally let out a deep sigh: "I'll go back and take a look."

"I...I'll go back together too." The little nun looked at the weak hunter. Although she was a little reluctant to leave, she still kept up with the priest's hurried pace.

"Leonard, I will visit you often."

The little girl waved towards Bai Yue and then closed the door.

The ward fell silent again.

Bai Yue finally got a brief moment of peace.

The stowaway from this place fell into deep thought, and Bai Yue carefully sorted out the people and things he saw in his mind.

Although he felt the strong will and optimistic spirit from people's behavior, this did not mean that the civilization they built could easily overcome the strange disaster.

Everything is blamed on the so-called...

——Ghosting pollution.

But what exactly is ghosting pollution?Is it an incurable disease?Is it a curse from the gods?Or some kind of twisted deep-seated rules?

While thinking deeply, Bai Yue opened his palms, and the black marks were waiting for the hunter's call.

Although the truth is hidden among layers of fog, fortunately, Bai Yue has a shortcut to get closer to the truth.

The dark key quickly sketched out in mid-air.

Bai Yue held it tightly, and the next moment, he inserted the key into Leonard's chest.

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The hall of the sanctuary is extremely holy and bright.

An old man in golden robes walked in the gold hall. The archbishop's steps were obviously a little messy.

He was holding a dirty lantern in his left hand and a large bottle of turbid liquor in his right hand. As he walked, the old man would take a swig of liquor from time to time, which made his old body shake more and more.

The bishop crossed the hall, passed through the magnificent corridor filled with candlesticks, and finally stood in front of an inconspicuous blind corner.

He swayed and reached his hand to his waist, groping for a while, and the old man looked astonished.

"Oh yes...I never locked this damn place..."

He muttered and kicked open the hidden door in front of him, revealing the deep darkness. The candlelight in the hall shrank suddenly, and then a slight double shadow appeared.

The old man closed the door behind him again and stepped down the stairs.

The lantern began to glow, illuminating the ancient stone stairs, and the bishop began to walk down.

In this depressing atmosphere, darkness and stairs continue to extend downward, as if there is no end.

The bishop didn't know how long he had been walking on the stairs, but he was too lazy to remember such boring trivial matters. The old man poured wine into his mouth and hummed a rough and strange ballad.

Gradually, a slight ghost appeared in the lantern in the old man's hand as it shook.

However, the light did not double as a result. Instead, the lantern became dimmer and dimmer. The scene in front of the old man became strange. He saw that the steps under his feet suddenly became smooth and new, and then became decayed and old again the moment he stepped on them.

He was clearly on the ground, but the next moment he was suspended in the air. The old man's limbs were already blurred, and reality and illusion were intertwined back and forth, making it difficult to distinguish.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the bishop stood there, the lantern in his hand completely extinguished.

The old man waited patiently for a while, until the chaotic afterimages in front of him and behind him merged with the main body, and then the Archbishop opened the door in front of him.

He saw flowing flesh and blood covering the dark hall.

Countless twisted and familiar faces were entangled in flesh and blood, and the layers of wailing and murmuring were like an endless wave.

Chain after chain passed through the chaotic flesh and blood, binding them in the hall of pain. The next moment, they discovered the outsider at the door.

The flesh and blood suddenly gathered together and turned into a layer upon layer of vague human form, with hundreds of twisted and painful faces stacked together. It dragged its body bound by heavy chains and came to the front of the bishop.

Bishop Bourne sat down at the door, and the old man stared at his blurry and terrifying face.

"Want to drink?"

The old man picked up the wine bottle and shook it on his stacked face.

The old man's response was one after another of hateful gazes that chose to devour others, and the overwhelming hatred seemed to have turned into reality.

"Bourne... let me... let us... be free..."

The crazy shouts gathered into layers of waves, and the bishop's golden robe suddenly made a roar.

"It's not yet time, old man, it's not yet time... just bear with it."

The old man smiled helplessly, took another sip of wine, and breathed out the pungent smell of alcohol.

The archbishop said softly: "There was a deviation in the last prediction, and your observation results were wrong."

(End of this chapter)