Who hid my body?

Holman's eyes flashed with confusion: "236 years?"

Then he thought of something quickly, immediately grabbed Yongxin's hand and asked urgently.

"Where's Vesperia? Is Team Vesperia back?... Where's Jellal? Where is Jellal?!"

He seemed to be in a state of confusion of thoughts and memories. The confusion in his eyes became more and more intense, and his speech became increasingly incoherent.

"Where's Evening Star? Has the Evening Star team set out yet?"

"Hurry up and let them go... No, they should have left, but why haven't they come back yet?"

"What year is it now?"

"236 years... There is no time left. There is almost no time left."

Yongxin seemed to have expected all this, and he was still slowly comforting him: "Don't worry, Bishop Holman, tell me what happened."

"What happened..." The confusion in Holman's eyes quickly turned into fear and pain, "My Lord... I can't hold on any longer."

"He is being killed by that new evildoer..."

"He can't hold on any longer. He really can't hold on any longer..."

"Evening Star, if Evening Star doesn't come back... my Lord Tianqin... will be killed."

"There's no time."

"There is no... time..."

In response to Holman's mumbling, Yongxin continued to pat his back and spoke gently.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency."

"Xiaoxing, I'll be back soon."

……

boom.

With a crisp sound, a cup was broken.

Gerard turned his head and saw the old man at the next table staring blankly at the old metal finger.

"Should I... replace it?"

he murmured.

"I should change it."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 103: Thirty-four [Watching] VS [Domination] (6K)

Drifting in the amber of thought for too long had a great impact on Holman's brain, causing him to forget many things.

But there are some things he still remembers.

For example, the day their supreme master, Lyra, asked them for help.

God asking for help from believers was unheard of in Lyra or other churches, so much so that at first Holman thought that the information he received was wrong, until Oliver, the bishop of the Tower of Babel, summoned four other bishops, including him, and solemnly announced the matter.

Tianqin is in danger, and it is an unprecedented danger - a new evil is emerging from Tianqin's body and is trying to kill Tianqin.

When they heard the news from Oliver, the remaining four bishops fell into a long silence, but the shock on their faces that could hardly be concealed said it all.

And they knew that what Oliver said was true, because Lyra's call for help was becoming more urgent day by day.

It seemed as if He would soon be unable to hold on any longer.

"What should we do?" Herman couldn't help but ask at that time, "Can we really help a being that even the Lord can't fight against?"

This is also the concern of the other three bishops.

"Of course you can." Oliver said, "The Lord is at a disadvantage now only because He has given a lot of His power to us. Now, we must return the power to Him and help Him fight against the new evil."

"Does that mean we should enter the amber of thought?"

"Yes."

“…How long will it take?”

"It depends on when the Lord can destroy the new evil." Oliver said, "but conservatively estimated, it will take at least a year."

The bishops fell silent again, because they knew Mind Amber very well. As the only device that could connect directly to Lyra's body, it was actually not very easy to use.

Staying there would cause one to lose consciousness and have blurred memories, just like a person who has drowned but will never die, and can only sink repeatedly in pain. Even archbishops with strong personalities and wills would generally not stay in the mental amber for more than a day.

But this time, will the time be measured in years?

"I know this will be painful." Oliver saw the hesitation in the hearts of the bishops and said slowly, "But we have no choice. The Lord needs our help. Once the Lord collapses, the new evil obstacles..."

He paused.

"It will cause an unimaginable disaster, and the entire Lyra City will be dragged into hell."

"So now is the time for us to dedicate ourselves."

After Oliver finished speaking, another bishop spoke up: "We are not afraid of dedication. After all, we are the ones closest to the Lord, but I have two questions."

"You can just say it, Bishop Wisen."

"Okay." Bishop Weisen nodded. "Then I'll be frank. First, can the five of us help my Lord defeat the new evil? Second, once we enter the amber of thought for a long time, we will lose direct control over the lower levels. In that case, if something happens in Tianqin City, we will know nothing and have no way to come up with a response strategy. Tianqin will enter a state of being ownerless for several years."

"I understand your concerns, Bishop Wisen." Oliver nodded and said, "I can answer your second question right now. That is, we must first believe in the power of the Lord. Once we stabilize the Lord's state, the underlying order of Lyra will not change. As long as the underlying order does not change, then everything else is a minor problem. We can fully trust our Skeleton Army and Vesperia Army. After all, Lyra is not the only one being protected by us."

"As for the first question, I can't answer you directly, but I can tell you that taking back our power is not the Lord's only method. He also has a way to truly kill that evildoer. If everything goes well, we won't stay in the Mind Amber for too long. Maybe in half a year, we can hold a celebration banquet here."

"But before that, everyone, please cheer up."

"The future of Tianqin is in our hands."

At this point, Holman's memory began to blur.

But it hasn't completely dissipated.

After the other three bishops left, Oliver left him alone. He still remembered Oliver's expression, which was more serious than ever before.

"Holman, please contact the Evening Star team and have them leave as soon as possible. Tell Gerald that he is our only hope."

"All of us persisted just to wait for him to come back."

After that, it was downfall.

Holman didn't know how long he had been in the amber of his mind.

He felt as if he had stayed there for a very long time, but it also felt like only a moment. Many times, the vague memory of leaving the amber of his mind began with his two questions.

"What year is it now?"

"Is Eve back?"

And then ended up getting the same answer.

"236."

"Not back yet."

Is it an illusion?

It feels like this conversation has been had many times before.

He thought he had persisted for a long time, but it turned out that it wasn't even a year?

It seems that his willpower is too weak. The other four bishops will definitely not be like him.

After a short rest, Holman's mind gradually became clearer. Although he enjoyed the air outside and the feeling of being alive, he knew that he should return to the amber of his mind. He could not let Tianqin wait too long, and he also had to continue to buy time for Gerard.

I hope that next time I come out, Gerard will be back.

"I should go back now." Holman said to Yongxin, "Please take good care of this city. Remember to tell me when Gerald comes back."

Yongxin smiled and nodded in response.

Holman walked towards Mind Amber again.

But halfway through, he stopped, his eyes fixed on Yongxin's reflection in the amber of his mind.

Yongxin was smiling at him, and that smile looked familiar to him.

He seemed to have seen this person somewhere!

As the lost memories are recovered bit by bit, the reflection in the amber of the mind is quickly overlapping with the face of someone in the memory corridor!

Although, the face in my memory is younger!

But his features and his smile were exactly the same as Holman remembered!

Holman's body froze. He slowly turned around and looked at Yongxin: "Why are you here?"

Yong Xin was not angry when he was recognized. He even clapped his hands happily: "Ah, Bishop, you finally recognized me."

Looking at this face that was much more mature than he remembered, a terrible thought finally came to Holman's mind, which made his body tremble violently.

"Now, what year is it?"

"246 years, Your Excellency."

Holman shook his body. "Where's Eve?"

Yongxin smiled and spread his hands: "Isn't this standing right in front of you?"

In Holman's eyes, Yongxin's body began to twist strangely.

"A new era has arrived, Bishop." Yong Xin said softly, "Like me, cheer for the coming of the new God."

Before he could finish his words, the door behind Yongxin was pushed open with a bang.

Before he could turn around, a powerful axe chopped down and instantly split his body in two.

"The era you seek will never come." A cold voice sounded, "This is Tianqin. You and the god you seek will go to hell together."

Yongxin had no way to refute. He fell in a pool of blood with a smile on his face, allowing Kud to step over him.

Holman looked at the Skeleton Army uniform on Kud and immediately felt relieved.

"It seems that things haven't gotten out of control yet." Holman asked Kud, "Are you the current head of the Skeleton Force? Where's Finley?"

Holman has learned from Yongxin that it is now 246 years old, which means he has been deceived for a full ten years.

As a bishop, he had been deceived for ten years, so that he could not even imagine how bad the situation of Lyra was. The appearance of Kud gave him a glimmer of hope.

Since the Skeleton Army is still loyal to him, there is still room for mediation.

Of course, this is also the reason why he subconsciously thinks that Kud is the current person in charge of the Skeleton Corps.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bishop." Kud pulled the slashing axe from the ground and said to Holman, "The current head of the Skeleton Force is still Mr. Finley. I just found you through special means."

Coode took out the strangely shaped key from his arms. Holman understood it at a glance and his heart sank.

"The Key of Law." Holman muttered, "Has it really come to this? What happened to Tianqin?"

"It's hard for me to describe it to you," Kud said. "On the surface, Lyra is still peaceful and no disaster has occurred, but in reality... most people can't even remember what the God of Lyra looks like."

Hearing this, Holman couldn't help but close his eyes: "How could this be... Lord, are we really going to fail?"

Everything that happened now was beyond Holman's expectations.

The worst outcome that he and Oliver had imagined was that they would stay in the amber for two years, and that Evening Star would never come back, and that Lyra's condition would further deteriorate.

In that way, they will emerge from the amber of thought at the same time and then think about the next rescue plan.

Thinking of this, Holman finally understood why those guys kept telling him that it was already 236 years old.

This was to paralyze them, making them think that it was still early, Xiaoxing had just set out, and there was still time for everything.

But in fact, a full ten years have passed.

It’s too long. This time is too long.

It had grown so long that it had far exceeded the worst-case scenario expected, so much so that a hint of despair flashed in Holman's eyes.

This despair was caught by Coode, who immediately saluted Holman as a knight.

"My Lord Bishop, please don't give up." Kud said in a deep voice, "I know the situation is very bad now, but please don't give up. There are still too many people waiting for your return, waiting for the return of the Lord. People are not dead, they are just deceived. They are tied to a gear train that is about to derail without knowing it. Now, you are the only one who can save them."

Coode's words stunned Holman.