Chapter 249： Deviant and faith (2/2)
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In the ruined fortress of the shadow world, the material handling work has come to an end.
Most of the useful samples and ancient equipment were packed in boxes and transported to the current world's fort through the magic gates. Most of the large equipment that could not be transported was connected to the main body of the building or was clearly harmful and unsuitable for transport. Contaminants in outer space, and as the handling work is coming to an end, the fortress facility is gradually returning to calm.
Pittman stood on the top floor of the rebellious fortress, and the heavy wall was opened. Through the translucent "protective barrier", he quietly looked at the chaotic and broken world outside the barrier, watching the floating The white giant deer between the large pieces of gravel and metal wreckage.
The soldiers who came and went occasionally looked at the old druid with curiosity. They were surprised that the old man who was never serious in this plain would have such a deep and solemn appearance, but no one came to pick them up and they were still busy finishing the final. Work to leave this weird place as soon as possible.
Some soldiers will also curiously look at the body of the giant deer Amoen outside the protective barrier, but they also did not bet too much on this huge biological corpse. Only a few people know the truth of this white giant deer, and the insider has already After being sealed, ordinary soldiers are now unclear how amazing the secrets are buried in this fort. About this fortress, they get a saying that is only an ancient research base for studying ancient powerful creatures, but floating in different spaces. It is easier to accept that the white giant deer is a monster that has been dead for many years. It is easier to accept that this place is a slice for God.
But Pitman knew the truth of the white giant deer. Gao Wen told him about the "rebellious" fortress and the ruined fortress. Even if Gao Wen did not say that he saw the giant deer Amoen, Pittman can also understand what this is.
He has been standing here for a long time, so long watching the remains of the **** of nature, the wrinkled face is tight, can not see any emotional changes, but also can not guess what is in his mind, Until one person around him was gone, he sighed softly: "It’s really dead..."
Then he silently took out silver discs, oak flakes, blessed twigs and acorns from his arms, and used them to build a small altar in front of the wall. He lit the oak flakes in the middle of the altar. Sprinkle a layer of pollen on the small flame, his movements are meticulous, just as the druids who passed down the 3,000 years ago are precise and capable.
There are very few Druids in the world who can still master such a complete ritual movement.
However, the flame in the center of the altar was only quietly burning, and gradually extinguished as the fuel was exhausted. The **** of nature was in front of the eyes, but the altar could not evoke even a trace of miracles.
Pittman didn't care about it. He just quietly completed this short but complete ritual, watching the things on the altar burned out completely by the flames, looking up at the white shimmering in the darkness. The giant deer corpse, he suddenly showed a smile:
"You are lying here, it seems that the **** of nature will never appear again."
After saying this, Pitman turned and left the place without nostalgia.
He passed through the rebellious fortress that had been evacuated, crossed the ancient fortress in the dark mountains, and took a long time to return to the territory. The giant sun has gradually subsided, and the huge sundial is like a golden crown. Covered by the forest on the west side, and in the dimly lit skylight, he saw a group of people walking away from the only church in town.
These should be civilians who have just finished praying, and they have a flat and light smile on their faces, and the sacred light priest like a madman stands in front of the church and watches the departure of the last prayers.
Wright has seen Pitman, who is approaching himself. This strange priest of the Holy Light began to greet him with a big voice: "Master! Come in and sit down? I still have some unfinished bread!" ”
The Holy Communion cakes issued by the Church of St. Light of Cecil, each made by the priest Wright, are firm and indestructible, and can be cut with gold and broken.
So I can never finish it.
Pittman thought about his teeth and stomach. He felt that as an elderly person, there was no need to challenge things that young people could not challenge. So he refused Wright's kindness, but he walked into the church.
"It’s rare that you can come over," Pastor Lai lighted the magical crystal lamp in the church and handed a glass of water to Pitman. "The whole territory is probably only the ones you came to church. At least the number of Miss Amber is more frequent than you." ""
Pitman subconsciously asked: "Is anything lost?"
Wright could smoothly follow the topic: "I have nothing to lose here, so Miss Amber has not come any more recently."
Pittman groaned and laughed silently. After a few laughs, he sighed softly: "Do you believe in it?"