Chapter 557 (2/2)
”That is to say... The papacy in 600 A.D. is actually a cover? The real purpose is to build the tower of Babel? ” Wearing a gorgeous bearskin cape and fingers made of various precious minerals, the dwarf gently knocked on the table: ”why do they do that? What's the reason to call on everyone? Even... There are Chinese, Indian practitioners? ”
”I don't know.” Li Sen shook his head: ”I think the real answer, if we can really find the tower of Babel, everything will be untied.”
The dwarf looked at lisen quietly. Lisen's eyes were like a knife, and then he swept over: ”SAIN, steel hammer, you've been famous for hundreds of years. Do you question the credibility of the Vatican“
”Although I look down on you sticks. But I have to say that you have a good reputation. ” Scolis rubbed his thin chin and pondered, ”so, it collapsed? If not, it will be recorded in the literature. ”
”It's impossible. Practitioners can only erase the five senses of mortals. However, if the tower is a real object, if it is really a ”Tongtian tower”, once it collapses, no country nearby can exist. ” A middle-aged woman said in a deep voice, ”it must... It must still exist. My people repay me, and Mr. X says... It's between the void and the reality. What's the credibility of this sentence? ”
Leeson nodded solemnly: ”it should be credible.”
The scene was silent again. Lawrence got up and said, ”let's go... Everybody.”
”Take out your history text and let's see what's hidden in it?”
In silence, scolis first bit open his finger, a drop of blood in his fingertips condensation. Then... Around countless aura, unexpectedly whirlpool into the blood drop!
”This is...” at the moment he started, the other nine Archduke stood up.
Shock, doubt, all staring at scolis's fingers. Even Antonio, a thousand year old monster, is no exception.
”Why?” Scolis's bad, pale spirit of death enveloped his whole body: ”do you want to do it?”
Everyone's eyes moved, suppressing the shock in their hearts. Then they sat down with their mouths closed.
”Brush, brush!” All Auras revolved around the blood drop. In a flash, all of them gave out a strange cry. Scoris's face began to be a little bit paler. In contrast, the blood drop became brighter and brighter, like a ruby hanging from his fingertips, in which there were countless golden runes.
From such a distance, Xu Yangyi could feel the terrible power in his blood. This power does not belong to the other party at all, but belongs to a kind of dark, long-standing, terrible thing.
It's not any power he's ever felt, it's ”Tao.” Truth, the world's jurisprudence. It's like people die when they get old. It can't be violated.
And
He looked at an archduke quietly. He didn't know why. Everyone's face was shocked.
”When...” a light ring, blood drops, but in mid air into a blood red aura, floating into the sheepskin roll. In a flash, the sheepskin roll was red.
”This is the history text of the black witch family.” With a cold sweat on his head, scolis covered his chest and gritted his teeth. ”It records one thing... Around 400 A.D., the black witch family transported 10000 volumes of magic scrolls, as well as 27 Archduke, eight Prince and three monarchs to the papal Kingdom...”
He buried his head in breathing, and did not see the Archduke who had just sat down beside him, One by one, they stood up again.
”Scolis...” the dwarf looked at the scroll and said in a trembling voice, ”say it again... What is recorded in the history text of your black witch family?”
Scoris looked up in amazement. On the scroll, the red light flickered and the words were imprinted. However, just when the first line of text appeared, Teng de and scolis also stood up.
”What's this...” he looked at the writing on the parchment in shock: ”this... Is not the original history!”
”This is not the history of the black witch family!”
His eyes suddenly fierce up, immediately looked at lisengo: ”Vatican, I want an explanation!”But no one paid attention to him.
Because lisengo and Lawrence, they all froze.
Above, it's a name.
A holy name!
A name they are very familiar with!
St. Bartholomew。
”St. Bartholomew?” Lawrence and Leeson fell on their knees in an instant and looked at the name in disbelief: ”how could this be?”
”These... Are the twelve disciples of the Lord!”
”No one, who has been crowned with holy words, shall write in ink or profane his words. How could it be... In the blood of a necromancer? ”