Chapter 1528： Secrets in the dark (1/2)

Chapter 1528 of the text of Sword of Dawn The secret under the night has come to this magical capital, the bright splendor of the magic spar lamp illuminates the streets and squares, and the quiet starry sky hangs high in the sky, shrouded in In the wild, but under the starlight, the colorful nightlife of the Cecilians has just kicked off. The lively night market, the pub and theater open until the early morning, the always-lit neural network immersion station, all kinds of modern Entertainment enriches the leisure time of people in this era, and also keeps the city alive forever.

In the southern part of the city, however, a strange stillness covered the entire block.

The entire church district has been locked down.

Trial monks and nuns from the Theocratic Council set up sentries in front of each church, security forces set up prominent warning signs and interception facilities at the entrances and exits of the block, and a number of heavy trucks drove into the church area during the day and afternoon, and they brought in A high-power anti-divine barrier generator, and now a powerful protective barrier has enveloped all church facilities.

Under the quiet night sky, the shimmering light projected by the force field generator formed hazy beams of light in the air, and under each beam of light, a fully-armed Knight Commander of the Arbitration Tribunal personally led a trial team to guard.

Under the twilight of the high-power magic device, in the silent and deep night, the judge monks and nuns watched the movement of each church with alert eyes, the heavy mechanical power warhammer in their hands and the steel containing a variety of combat spells. The Codex is the mortal gospel they hold, the cold, powerful steel that enables the awesome Council Executors to guard the sanity of mortals from the shadows of the gods, and this is all the more necessary tonight.

In front of the temple of the three gods of abundance, a judge knight in pure white armor looked up and glanced at the direction of the main building of the temple. There was a "Gospel Messenger" battle tank that had just been deployed from the Holy Light arsenal at the main entrance. In front of this daunting chariot, several technical cultivators could be seen debugging the equipment, monitoring everything in the direction of the temple.

Light footsteps came from the side, and a trial nun with short silver-white hair came to the Knight Commander. She glanced at the direction of the temple, and said in a low voice, "Just now, there was news from the upper council, asking the priests to do it again. A prayer test, this test of high-level magic, this is the advice given by the advisory group."

"Do one more test?" The knight commander's voice sounded very dull under the cover of the heavy helmet, "Didn't you just test it an hour ago... Well, since this is an order, please ask the priests in the temple to test again. Work hard."

The nun with short silver-white hair bowed her head slightly: "Yes."

Inside the temple, a high-ranking deacon was sitting nervously on a bench. The sacred books were spread out in front of him. However, he could not read any of the texts in the books at this time. There were several others in the church. The compatriots also sat and rested on the nearby benches, but everyone seemed to be a little nervous.

On the one hand, this tense mood is of course the heavy pressure brought by the monks of the Theocratic Council who blocked the entire church district, and on the other hand, it stems from anxiety about the state of the gods.

Ordinary people are worried about the safety of God. In the past, people would laugh at this kind of thing. However, for high-level clergy who knew a little bit of the truth and knew the vision in the temple, this kind of worry But it is real.

"Don't worry too much," a soft voice came from the side, a gentle woman in a plain robe had come to the bench at some point, she saw the nervousness of the high-ranking aide, and smiled and comforted, "The Theocratic Council is not a ferocious enemy, they are His Majesty's arms, the guards of the world, and they are also trying to protect the church at the moment. This is actually a good thing. The council responded quickly but did not arrest anyone, which shows that things are still under control. ."

The high-ranking aide stood up and saluted, then spread his hands with a wry smile: "I know, Your Lady of the Holy Maiden, the knight commander also said that this is probably just a false alarm all night, but the scene in the Garden of Harvest is really terrifying, I am here. From time to time, the pictures I saw before flashed in my mind... Those traces on the ground always make me unable to bear..."

"Don't think too much, don't recall, don't question, you are a devout person, so at this time it is even more important to know where the real test lies. Thousands of prayers in good times are not a test, and your true heart in a distressed situation That is the true strength of a devotee." The woman wearing a simple robe shook her head gently and put her hand on the shoulder of the high-ranking deacon, "I am also responsible for this matter, after receiving the notification from the Theocratic Council I should have been more vigilant and not let you stay in Harvest Court for so long."

"No, Your Excellency, don't say that, it's my responsibility to be shaken," the high-ranking aide hurriedly waved his hands, "I understand what you mean, and I know what to do, you don't have to worry."

"That's good," the manager of the Temple of Plenty nodded lightly, but couldn't help but add a few words, "If you feel unsupported, just go to the side hall to rest for a while, the psychological counselor sent by the council. There, too, or go to the neural network to relax, this is not the sacramental period, and proper entertainment and relaxation does not go against the will of the three goddesses."

The high-ranking deacon hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Thank you for your concern, then I will go to the side hall to rest."

The high-ranking deacon left, and the Saintess of Plenty sighed softly. She looked back at the high icon platform at the end of the long hall, and saw that the icons of the Three Goddess of Plenty were quietly standing on the platform, bathed in magic crystals. The faint radiance sprinkled, the goddesses are as elegant and beautiful as ever, and the garlands, ears of wheat and utensils for fine wine presented by the devout followers surround the icon, maintaining an immortal state. .

After confirming that the objects around the icon were still affected by the power of miracles, and there was no sign of decay, the Holy Maiden of Plenty felt a little relaxed. She lowered her head and softly recited the words recorded in the holy book. She hung down on both sides until the sound of metal boots hitting the ground suddenly broke the calm in the long hall, and she suddenly raised her head to look in the direction of the sound.

A trial nun with short silver-white hair and a combat staff was walking towards this side through the rows of benches in the long hall, with a serious expression on her face.

The Saintess of Harvest immediately stepped forward, greeted the church ceremonies and asked, "What happened?"

"We need you to pray again, a prayer that clearly points to high-level magic," the silver-haired nun said with a serious face, "It is not necessary to release the magic completely, but I hope you can tell me all your feelings during the prayer. ."

"Do you need to pray again?" The saint was a little surprised, but nodded quickly, "I understand."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went straight to the statue of the three goddesses at the end of the long hall. She lowered her head and began to recite those sacred prayers.

As a "purifier" who grew up in the temple since childhood, devotion has become a part of this lady's heart like breathing, and her powerful spiritual talent allows her to easily evoke the three gods of abundance without any pressure. In soft and gentle prayer syllables, the air around the lady visibly floated layers upon layers, and some vast, powerful yet gentle force emanated from within her, like spring and Warm sunshine spreads under his feet.