Fragments of the stone pillar were scattered all over the ground. The saint stood in front of the broken stone pillar. She was not happy about the Archbishop's death, but still stood there quietly.
Through the treatment of the saint and the recovery products he drank, Su Xiao's injuries stabilized a bit. This was not enough. The blacksmith's combat power was very strong, at least in the echelon of immortals, and might even be stronger than Qiss.
During the three-day assessment period, Su Xiao planned to use one day to recuperate from his injuries. After his injuries were generally recovered, he would open the door of the church.
Baha and Bubowang were searching inside the church to see if the archbishop had left any valuable items.
Half an hour later, Bubo Wang and Baha walked out of the corridor. Baha found half of the holy spear, and Bubo Wang found a tattered book.
There was only half of the holy spear left, which should be the one belonging to the saint. The first half had gone somewhere. The remaining second half, the saint held it in her arms for a while, and then handed it to Su Xiao with both hands.
"Lord Baiye, you need it more than me, please let it continue to fight."
Su Xiao took half of the holy spear and glanced at the saint. The saint rarely spoke actively, but she understood everything in her heart.
Putting away the holy spear, Su Xiao looked at the old book in his hand. After opening it, he found that this was actually a notebook, a spliced diary. The paper on the first few pages was very rough, but at the end, the paper became more and more sophisticated. It recorded the story of the archbishop, and
The changes in Doom Town, the content is:
Frost Moon·Late Autumn: 'I am indeed a genius. High temperature will cause water to evaporate, which is a very common phenomenon, but I want to call this gas 'hot white flow'. Um, it's a little weird, or 'hot steam'? It seems like that.
When cooking food, why not call it steam? Yes, steam, I am indeed a genius, haha.'
Silver Winter·Early Winter: 'I almost died, just a little bit away from this beautiful world. The steam is very dangerous when it accumulates pressure. I blew up my grandmother's soup pot to the roof of the neighbor's house. There seems to be...
What the hell did I do with my grandmother's socks.'
Silver Winter·Midwinter: "This is the price. I haven't eaten the potato soup made by my grandmother for a month and a half. I blew up the soup pot. I can feel the sad eyes of my younger brothers and sisters. It will get better with me."
Here, everything will be fine.'
Silver Winter·Late Winter: 'Steam heating is not feasible. It was really warm at first. After the steam dissipated, it became even colder than before. My grandmother had a runny nose due to the cold. God bless her and I hope she won't get sick.'
Spring and Recovery Season: 'My grandmother is gone, the plague has taken away everything, the asylum has been isolated, and I am the only one left. I may die too, so I can only record it all with linen and ashes.'
Revenge Season: 'The plague was not an accident, the town was attacked. I want to join the Church of the Redeemer, and I must make those people pay the price. I will use the steam explosion I invented to make those people pay the price.'
Revenge Season: 'Absurd, how come gods appear in this small town? Every time I delve into steam science, I can't help but question what the gods are. He, they seem to be some very ugly, but powerful creatures, why can't I be
Gods? Forget it, the idea is as ridiculous as resurrecting my grandmother.'
Zhuo Xia·Insect Chilling Season: 'It's too scary, those people are too scary, I don't dare to take revenge.'
Killing Season: 'The strong will eventually be strong, and the weak will only be bullied. I am Joba Sahelko. Today, my true love leaves me forever. God's salvation? It's extremely ridiculous.'
Zhuo Xia·Insect Season: 'Successfully joined the Church of the Redeemer, you are really ugly guys. It turns out that gods also have a distinction between good and evil. The kind goddess is dead. These idiots actually believe in an evil god, an evil called the Ancient God.
god.'
Burning Summer·Insect Chilling Season: 'The ancient gods are supreme!'
Zhuo Xia·Insect Chilling Season: 'Maybe I should be a theater actor, but the ancient god actually made me the archbishop. It won't live long, this is an opportunity, replace it? Or forget it, that's too crazy.'
Season of Destruction: 'The town has a new name, Doom Town. Even the lord has to kneel and support him outside the town, hoping that I will see him. The evil god is dead, and nothing can stop its power from spreading. Recently, it has
It can feel like Doomtown is being stripped away.'
Season of Destruction: 'The lord sent his daughter. Her eyes are really like yours, Zoya, but she is not you. Just with these eyes, let her become a saint, a saint who is pure and inviolable.'
Season of Destruction: 'What an inexplicable rumor. I am actually called the Redeemer, Arus Lake, Zisserman, Saint, and a blacksmith. These people have good potential, and a pair of sisters can barely do it. That's it.
People.'
Season of Destruction: 'I gave the small town residents hope. It was just a small mistake. They actually accused me. What a ridiculous bunch... ants, strange, why do I have such thoughts? How can I compare people to
Ant, will the power of the ancient gods erode consciousness? I seem to have forgotten something. That thing seems to be called...steam? That's probably the name. Another name is, grandfather? No, it should be a female name. Forget it, no.
Important memories.'
Season of Destruction: 'I am a god, but not perfect. The boy named Okaz is very interesting. The plan starts from him. The outside world is under your control. Okaz, I allow you to call yourself the Great Okaz.
Be proud, ant, you have the approval of the gods.'
Season of Destruction: 'The saint is crying, unwilling to accept baptism. Her tear-filled eyes look very familiar. Forget it, it's just a tool. Tools cannot have power, but why are these eyes so familiar? As a god
I actually feel my heart tingling.'
God Ji: 'Just wait. Mortals' curiosity about the unknown is something that can be easily exploited. Give them the secret patterns first, those useless steam sketches, and then give them to them hundreds of years later. But who drew these sketches? Impression
It seems to be a young boy. He once lived in an asylum and had a grandmother who loved him. It's strange that I remember the story of an ant so clearly, but I, the ancient god Joba Sahelko, approve of you.
,Young man whose name is unknown, you are a genius.'
The diary ends here. It records how a young boy grew up, loved, hated, and became half an ancient god. At that time, the archbishop forgot his former love and also forgot that the boy who invented steam science was actually
Just himself.
If the ancient gods did not come to the town, Su Xiao was convinced that the level of steam technology in this world would be quite advanced, even replacing electricity, oil and other energy sources with extraordinary steam, creating an extremely splendid civilization. The Archbishop would definitely be the leader of the times.
After burning the notes, Su Xiao sat against the wall and took a nap. He would rest for a few hours before letting the blacksmith in.
Unknowingly, Su Xiao fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that the church had been cleaned up, and the stones everywhere had been rejoined into stone pillars. The bodies of the archbishop, Qisi, and the resentful orphan were also buried in front of the altar.
In the baptismal pool below, it won't take long for it to completely merge into the water.
After moving his left arm, the injury on his shoulder no longer hurt. Even if he couldn't fight with all his strength, it was still okay to retreat strategically.
At Su Xiao's signal, Ammu removed the ice on the church door, unlocked the latch, and opened the church door.
Rumble~
Two giant metal doors slowly opened, and the blacksmith was standing outside. Behind him were piles of corpses, all monsters attracted by the fluctuations of the ancient god's power.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Black and red blood dripped down the blacksmith's hands. He glanced at Eminem, as if he was walking into a church, and his eyes were no longer cloudy.
