At the school gate, watching Aurora and Ming Qianhui get into the black car and drive away, Ivan took the initiative to hold Xue Li's hand, feeling the girl's tender and smooth touch that instantly tightened and then gradually relaxed, while thinking about it in his heart.
Isn’t it time for me to get a transportation tool?
It's not a problem to always rely on Route 11 and various city transportation. If you are in a hurry to go somewhere one day, and it is inconvenient to summon the gargoyle in broad daylight as a mount, wouldn't it be very troublesome?
Cars are too ostentatious, and motorcycles are difficult to obtain license plates and explain the source of the money. So bicycles should be fine, right?
"Xueli, if you're not in a hurry, would you like to accompany me to look at the bicycles?"
Xue Li's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this.
"Is Alvin planning to buy a bicycle? Are we going to ride bicycles to and from school together in the future?"
The handsome boy is riding a bicycle, and the cute girl is sitting on the back seat hugging each other, with her long hair flying in the breeze...
This scene is very romantic when you think about it.
After all, the feelings of a girl are always poetry. Although Xiaolu is a little dazed, she is still a serious beautiful girl in her bloom.
So, after sending a text message to Mu Feng saying "I'm going shopping and will come home later", the two of them turned around and went shopping happily.
At the same time, the Cathedral of the Psychic appeared in the dark and heavy rain.
The originally solemn hall was now bustling with people.
Nearly a hundred believers, wearing black robes with a silver-white clenched skull and hand emblem printed on the chest, gathered here together, waiting for the upcoming ceremony.
The Spiritual Church is a legal religion in name, but in essence, it is more like a special secret society.
Those low-level believers who have been recruited are just peripheral cover and a manpower warehouse for selecting talents. Only those who have truly passed the inspection are qualified to participate in the truly important activities of the church.
Therefore, the people appearing in the hall at this moment are all rich and famous, politicians, officials and various social elites. There are not many believers who are truly selected because of their devout beliefs, and most of them are beautiful women.
After all, the quality of the current mainstream group of believers in the Schism Church is really a bit too impressive.
If the women dress up more beautifully, it can at least adjust the gender ratio at the scene. As for those male gangsters, they really can't do anything...
Although there are not many true believers in a room full of people, the twenty on-site guards around the hall are all true fanatic believers.
These fanatical believers were originally the cronies of the Flame Society under Flomingo, the group who had witnessed the arrival of "Jesus" with their own eyes.
After confirming the existence of the Abyss of Hell and the authenticity of the great ghost and god "Yah", combined with the disaster experience and related propaganda, they suddenly burst out with unimaginable fanatical beliefs.
These people voluntarily fought in the fiercest frontline battlefields and made great contributions to the development of the Spiritual Church.
After realizing this, Flomingo simply reintegrated these old subordinates and formed a Death Guard Group to serve as the sharp blade of the Scholomance Church.
In addition to force, Flomingo has recently spent a lot of money and a lot of favors to invite a group of scholars who are familiar with traditional mythology, intending to compile some classics about the great god of the hell abyss, Ye.
But these are all things for later.
The most important thing now is to hold this ceremony of offering sacrifices to "Jesus", and to use this to formally unite people's hearts and completely stabilize the foundation of the church!
Archbishop Flomingo knows very well that this is the first big test for the Theosophical Church to grow.
Once he can successfully overwhelm the powerful elites present, the road for the Scholomance Church to control Santu City will be smooth, and everything in the night will bow under the holy symbol of the "Silver Bone Hand".
But if you fail, you are considered a liar who fools people...
It is estimated that the next people to be locked up in the police cell will be the senior leaders of the Scholomance Church.
At such a critical moment, Flomingo became more and more calm.
His previous growth experience told him that the more important things happen to him, the more he should be calm and meditative. He has already made all preparations, and there is no need to be suspicious or overthinking.
Even if a problem does arise, try to find a way to solve it. Worrying will never solve anything, but will mess everything up.
"There are five minutes left, great Lord, please bless me..."
With his hands clasped together, the archbishop, who had subtly assumed his identity, silently prayed to the holy symbol in front of him, then turned around and walked out of the quiet room.
Through the long corridor connecting the quiet room and the hall, he walked from the side to the huge altar in front of the hall, slowly climbed up the thirty-three steps, and walked to the center of the platform.
With his appearance, the original noise quickly subsided.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes focused on Flomingo, including curiosity, malice and ridicule.
But the Archbishop doesn't care, because after today, they will all bow before the Holy Emblem of the Silver Bone Hand!
As soon as he raised his hand, the torch stuck next to him suddenly flew into the air, and then lit the candles around the hall one by one.
As the blue flame burns quietly, the ceremony begins!
As a formal sect at least in name, the Spiritual Church will naturally not engage in some disgusting blood sacrifices and the like.
The very beginning, like all ordinary religions, is the reading of scriptures.
Since there are no sectarian classics specifically written, Fromingo read the Milgad Sutra, the oldest classic among the gods.
There is a section specifically describing "yeah".
“I saw death opening its seven seals, and I heard a voice like thunder saying, ‘Come!
I looked and saw a spirit wearing a cloak and holding a light.
The underworld also followed him, and was given authority to pronounce destruction, calamity, and famine, and to judge the sinful souls of the earth..."
As Flomingo's deep voice echoed in the empty hall, an indescribable and strange aura gradually began to emerge.
Some of the more perceptive people looked around in surprise.
The window with raindrops splashing on it seemed to be isolated from the world in a trance. The dripping rain gradually went away, but some strange murmur gradually sounded in my mind...
The cold frost gradually sealed the wet doors and windows, and little ice crystals began to fall in the air.
As Archbishop Flomingo's chanting became louder and louder, everyone seemed to have their hearts suddenly grasped by some invisible force, their eyes darkened, and they couldn't help but fall to their knees.
"What the hell is going on!"
Some people are scared.
They originally thought that the so-called Spiritual Church was just a toy created by some colleagues to lay a shell of faith for the alliance of interest groups.
But now, faced with a situation that is obviously not right, no one would think so.
And those truly devout believers and guards half-knelt on the ground with fanatical expressions on their faces, and started chanting together with Flomingo.
As the overlapping sounds echoed in the empty hall, the pure silver holy emblem placed on the top of the altar suddenly appeared with a strange black color.
Looking at the black color where the Holy Emblem lingered, everyone seemed to have glimpsed endless death in an instant.
That kind of eternal silence, that kind of emptiness that even despair dissipates, instantly breaks down the defense line of the will...
"This...is death..."
A gray-haired old man murmured subconsciously, but it expressed everyone's thoughts at this moment.
die…
It is the original fear of human beings and the ultimate destination of all existence.
It is the end of Dasein, runs through human existence, and is the most inherent, personal, unsurpassable, and most original attribute of human beings.
The speculation about death has accompanied almost the entire history of human civilization, and there are still countless philosophers, thinkers, and scientists trying to understand and explain this ultimate proposition that may only be understood after death.
But at this moment, everyone at the scene had a very real glimpse of the corner of "death" as a living person.
Maybe it was just a snowflake in the endless ice field, but it was still enough to make them feel boundless fear.
And roaring from the depths of his soul as the purest cry of life