Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 651: Waking Up from a Nightmare
Part of the ship "Temple" is a monastery, and the back yard of the monastery is a library.

The burning ointment gave off a faint dim light. This was a stock from the old plane. The mixture of whale blubber and musk gave off an expensive and charming aroma. The training priest walked slowly, holding an oil lamp and shuttling between the bookshelves. Not long ago, he had a big quarrel with the technical priest in front of the bishop. This was a serious misconduct, and he urgently needed to seek peace and reflection from the scriptures.

It should have been so, but uneasiness took over.

When passing by the porthole, the brightness of the particle storm even overshadowed the oil lamp in his hand and the ointment dedicated to the Lord. At this moment, it was so dark and confusing. The unknown was a huge object that captured them. In comparison, the direction pointed out by the Lord had long been blurred. As pilgrims, they had no idea whether they were approaching or departing.

This is not right. The old man frowned. He has been having a sense of déjà vu recently. Every scene, object, person and event seems to have happened in a dream or at some point in the past. The priest feels like an electric shock in his brain, and then he recalls his memories uncontrollably, until the speed of consciousness catches up with the speed of time in the real dimension. "This moment" and "memory" collide briefly, and are projected in front of his eyes and in his mind at the same time.

Everything tells him: This is not the first time!
The second person's footsteps sounded in the library, breaking the priest's anxious thoughts. The steps were steady and calm, and the pace was a little fast, sounding like someone who practiced martial arts.

"Master Priest, please do not apply the holy oil anymore. It will consume excessive oxygen and increase the burden on the life support system." Sure enough, a paladin came. At this time, he was not wearing armor, but a simple loose white shirt.

The old man paused for a moment and asked in confusion: "Oxygen?"

"Oh, that's it. It's a gas we breathe in and we suffocate without it. Plants need it, but they can also produce it."

"Oh, I see. But it was called necessary phlogiston before." Now the younger generation uses the new term spread from the alliance to emulate the spellcasters. The technical priests are even more so. They always mention Byrne. This is the fundamental reason why the teaching priests and technical priests dislike each other.

The priest decided to fulfill his duty. He wanted to teach the young paladin in front of him: "Child, this is the ointment dedicated to the Lord. Breathing consumes phlogiston to maintain life, and burning incense oil consumes phlogiston to worship the Lord. Didn't your oath tell you that worshiping the Lord should be higher than your own life?"

The Paladin had no way of refutation, but he didn't seem to listen. He just examined the small lamp in the old man's hand and finally muttered, "Well, this small one won't consume too much."

The priest suddenly realized something: the appearance of the young knight was not a familiar sight! He had no similar memories in his consciousness, and he could not "feel" what would happen in the future from his memories.

This made him excited and he got rid of his previous anxiety. Although the spacecraft had not yet left the terrible lost nebula, the priest himself had found his direction as if he had received a revelation. The old man motioned the young man to sit down at the table with him. He set up the holy oil lamp and moved the books he had compiled and sorted from the table.

The priest in training was like a child showing off his toys, but now he could claim that he was preaching: "Before entering the astral world, I was still a small acolyte in the Eternal City. My only hobby was reading, especially reading the archives and minutes of the church.

"So it was only natural for me to embark on the path of research. Thanks to the Lord's guidance, I began to study contemporary church history. Of course, it was not a good thing. As we all remember, the Seraphim persecution was the beginning of the church's loss of Valois."

The Paladin listened patiently to the old man's account of events before the Astral Age. Gradually his interest was aroused, and he took the initiative to pick up the most exquisitely decorated volume and opened it as carefully as possible.

Unfortunately, his efforts still caused the priest to exclaim: "Show your utmost piety! You are reading the Oracle!" "This is..." The golden words appeared in the eyes of the Paladin. As the surging power surged, he was suddenly dizzy: "Is this the Lord's decree?!"

"That's right! This edition was transcribed by Lord Duplessi himself. No one has been able to reproduce it since then. It is even difficult to read it completely."

"How could you just leave such an important document on the table?"

"Because it is my personal collection, it was given to me by Lord Duplessis himself decades ago!" The priest was a little angry when faced with the accusation: "In order to study and interpret the last message left to us by the Lord, I have spent almost all my efforts in the second half of my life."

"Last message?"

"No, it's not the last one. This book of oracles records the oracles heard by all the God-given people from the Seraphim Persecution to the Black Sun Disaster. Those were the darkest days of the church, and it was also a time when the oracles became shorter and rarer. After that, they were gradually related to resisting evil spirits.

“After the illusion of the black sun forged by the evil spirits appeared, the Lord used His power to cleanse us of filth, and almost all divine arts were restored to the level before the Age of Silence, but no more oracles were given.

"It was not until sixteen years ago that His Holiness the Pope heard the great voice again after a long absence, and began his pilgrimage to the promised world! We have not been abandoned by the Lord! We are the only chosen ones!"

At this point, the old man was so excited that he almost stood up from his chair. The paladin listened in silence, then suddenly uttered a shocking blasphemy: "Is the last message really from the Lord?"

The priest's blood boiled. Of course he wanted to severely refute, criticize and even punish the knight whose thoughts had deviated. However, the uneasiness that had once dissipated suddenly swept over his body, more fiercely than before, making it impossible for him to breathe or think.

Yes, did the final decree, the decree that began the pilgrimage, really come from the Lord?
Suddenly, all the portholes shattered, and colorful, deadly light and particles rushed in, threatening to engulf everyone. At the same time, in the power cabin, the sweaty technical priest took the initiative to open the energy storage compartment with the mood of a last-ditch effort, and stardust instantly and violently filled the storage compartment and the pipes leading to the engine.

The engine was restarting and tearing apart, and what was even faster than being completely scrapped was the huge acceleration that successfully ejected the Templar spacecraft, throwing the remains and survivors out of this death cluster.

After breaking through the fog, coincidentally, there was a huge ship waiting for them ahead. The size of that ship was even larger than the airport from which the fleet departed. The Templar spacecraft, which was as big as the cathedral, was just a small boat in comparison.

The giant ship did not collide with the damaged church starship. Instead, it opened up to the monks in a way that they could not understand, swallowing it up like a whale.

"You have been controlled by the New Marlin, please report your identity information!"

(End of this chapter)