Jonas's body was lying on the marble slab. His head had been scorched by the flames. The holes in his eyes made it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking before he died. The magical flames did not stop and continued to sweep through his entire body.
After a while, only a puddle of ashes was left.
David Mo's slight frown disappeared in a flash, he glanced at Felix who was kneeling on one knee, and said calmly: "Get up, I can't bear the gift from your clergy."
It was this person who handed him the note last night. Although he was wearing a cloak in the night, his sneaky eyes made him recognize it immediately.
Felix stood up, bowed and said with a flattering smile: "Your Excellency, you saved the people in Gelbun City from the war. As a servant of the God of Light, I should be grateful for your merits!"
As soon as he saw David Mo dressed in golden fighting spirit, he knew that his actions last night had paid off. In his opinion, gold coins can make people sell their souls, and Jonas's one million gold coins can definitely make this person sell his soul.
Help the soldiers go crazy.
Hearing his extremely hypocritical words, David Mo smiled faintly without comment, and said to the soldiers around him who were still on guard with their swords drawn: "Take all your weapons back. Don't let the silence of the trial room be broken by us rough guys on the battlefield.
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The surrounding soldiers neatly put away their weapons. After hearing his words, Moknash chuckled twice, as if he didn't care about the death of a priest at all, and also took back his long knife.
Glancing at the assistant priest badge on Felix's chest, David Mo said calmly: "I like to be pure when I pray, and I don't like anyone to disturb me!"
Felix immediately nodded and bowed, and promised: "Don't worry, sir! During your prayer time, no one will enter the trial chamber!"
David Mo nodded secretly in his heart. This Felix was quite sensible, but Moknash was a little hesitant. He was afraid that there was some mechanism inside, and if something happened to David Mo, no one would be able to bear the responsibility.
Seeing the hesitation on his face, David Mo smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, it's just the Holy Trial Center, not a dragon's den or a tiger's den."
After speaking, he pointed to a pair of ashes on the ground and said: "Search for any space items in here, and look for the one million gold coins... The soldiers are trying to survive, so they should have some benefits."
Seeing Moknash nodding, he said nothing more and walked into the trial alone. After looking at the sculpture of the God of Light in the hall, he walked directly to the prayer hall inside.
All the Holy Tribunals he has seen have one thing in common - luxury! If religious beliefs are put aside, the Tribunal is really a good place to make money.
The sealing of the prayer hall is very complete. Although the sun is shining brightly, it is still in a dark state. With vivid murals and exquisite sculptures, this hall can only be described as magnificent.
One of the largest murals is located in the center of the front wall of the prayer hall. A huge image of the Holy God of Light is carved inside. A pair of holy eyes point directly at the human heart. The huge staff of Light in the hand is sacred and solemn, making people want to prostrate themselves before it.
of feet.
David Mo slowly walked towards the mural, the strong boiling feeling in his blood getting stronger and stronger, and he secretly wondered in his heart: "Sure enough, there is something hidden here just like last time..."
Stepping up to the mural, he tapped every corner of the mural with his fingers. When he tapped on the right foot of the God of Light, the sound changed obviously, and bursts of muffled sound came out. It turned out to be hollow inside!
With the experience last time, he no longer hesitated, stretched out two fingers and a golden fighting spirit appeared, and cut it on the right foot of the God of Light.
After a moment, he pressed a little harder with his left hand, and with a "click" sound, he took out a complete stone slab. Inside was a hidden compartment, a roll of sheepskin shrouded in milky white holy light, lying quietly.
inside.
Throwing the stone at his feet, David Mo stretched out his hand and took out the parchment roll. A thick holy air rushed to his face. His heart swayed, and there was a vague feeling of warmth in the injured place on his chest.
The parchment scroll was tied with a golden ribbon. With the power of David Mo's hand, it swayed lightly in the air twice. His fingers penetrated the milky white light and gently untied the ribbon. The moment the ribbon fell off, it turned into a burst of energy.
The powder dissipated into the air.
Slowly unfolding the parchment, rows of square characters came into view. Different from last time, this time the words were shining with golden light.
"Second Earl, Commander of the 8th Regiment of the Royal Guards, because of your appearance, millions of ordinary people have been saved from disaster. The charm of war often lies in the heroes..."
"A stupid race, but they get the best help. They may be in the worst era, but they also catch up with the most beautiful chapter..."
"The young man who is like a god of war once again saved the entire city by himself. Your appearance always represents hope..."
"The power of blood guides you again, and the door to mysteries has been opened to you. This is the second part of the Seven Holy Words. Please use your blood to open this secret that belongs only to you!"
Finally, I still wrote the signature in the lower right corner. Unlike the thunder god last time, this time the signature turned out to be the god of wind!
The entire parchment is indescribably weird, but the strong and holy power seems to tell the readers that this is an unquestionable guide from the Holy Word.
The hazy words made David Mo feel confused. From Sharbo City to Gelburn City, almost everything that happened was captured and understood by these parchments.
"What kind of power is guiding this?! Who left these things behind?!" He couldn't help but wonder secretly. He scanned it carefully twice, but still couldn't figure it out.
I just understood one thing in the last sentence. According to the Holy Word, there are seven parchments in total, which means there are still five Holy Words scattered everywhere...
Thinking that the parchments were both found in the Holy Trial Center, he couldn't help but speculate: "Could it be that the next Holy Word is also in the Holy Trial Center?! Which city is it in?!"
The empire has thirty provinces. If those small cities are excluded and only the main city is counted, there are thirty choices. He can't help but have a headache and is even more confused about the hiding place of the next volume of the Holy Word.
No longer thinking anymore, he bit the skin of his index finger with his teeth. After a burst of pain, a round drop of blood oozed from the fingertip.
After dripping the blood on the holy light of the parchment, a huge energy burst out from the parchment and enveloped him. The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. David Mo felt extremely cold, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.
The bone-chilling pain struck every corner of his body, and coupled with the old wounds on his chest, he soon fainted, and dimly saw the eyes of the statue of light on the wall.
It swayed slightly, like a mockery, but also like a smile. He wanted to take a closer look, but unfortunately his eyelids had slowly fallen, and his vision fell into darkness.
At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew in the city of Gelbun, and dark clouds slowly gathered, as if it was a precursor to a storm. The gloomy look made people feel a little depressed.
The soldiers guarding the trial center outside, because they had not received orders from David Mo, all remained on standby. Even if a violent storm hit, no one dared to move even half a step away from where they were.
Felix stood beside Moknash a little awkwardly, raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky. He wanted to go into the trial room and hide for a while, for fear that after the rain, the raindrops would wet his expensive dress.
Moknash keenly noticed his little movements, and after a little thinking, he figured out his little thoughts. A cold light flashed through his eyes, and he said coldly: "As long as the earl does not come out, no one is allowed to move without authorization! Whoever disturbs the earl's
Pray, the long knife in my hand will not be polite!"
Felix didn't dare to move any more. He only had a silver-level cultivation and didn't dare to challenge a silver-level eight expert. So he had to cough lightly and cover up: "Priests, please don't move! Be careful not to eat anything."
Walk!"
Moknash glanced at Felix out of the corner of his eye, and did not try to expose him at the moment. He put his right hand on the handle of the knife and coldly paid attention to every move of the people around him.
At this time, David Mo in the trial room had fallen to the ground and was unconscious. As his consciousness gradually dimmed, he suddenly felt that his surroundings were surrounded by chaos, and he returned to the dark clouds in the sky.
Only a ray of sunlight shined through the small hole last time, which made him feel a little better. His originally cold body finally felt a trace of warmth.
Suddenly a figure appeared in the sky. He was the only figure under the sky. He was dressed in white clothes and looked very handsome. He held a three-leaf flywheel in his hand, and the silver light shone extremely magnificently.
He looked up at the sky, with a trace of resentment in his eyes. When he saw the small hole punched by the God of Thunder, the expression on his face suddenly became a little complicated, and a tear actually fell from his left eye!
He opened his mouth slightly and muttered in a low voice: "Kind people are not protected, but evil people run rampant in the world! The sunshine of the gods can no longer shine on every corner of the world!"
The three-blade flywheel in his hand rotated extremely quickly, and countless tiny wind blades slowly gathered together!
The voice in his mouth became louder and louder, and then he said calmly and vigorously: "This sky is no longer our people's sky! There is no inch of land in this land that belongs to us! Tens of thousands of years of longing, but in exchange for coldness and ruthlessness!"
The small wind blades gathered together and became a huge wind blade, as if it could tear the air apart and distort the surrounding light and shadow!
"All saints perish! The sun and moon disappear! I will sacrifice my soul to the sky!"
Finally, the last roar erupted, and the huge wind knife slashed into the sky at high speed, heading straight for the small hole opened by the God of Thunder. After a loud noise, the original small hole instantly became larger and became as thick as an arm.
The huge energy contained behind the dark clouds suddenly flowed, bursting out thousands of wind blades, covering every blind corner, and rushed towards the man in white at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
A smile appeared on the corner of the man in white clothes, and he calmly jumped towards the fatal attack. The moment the wind blade intersected, his whole body turned into blood mist and dissipated in the air!