This cell is now Celeste's real cell. The walls are made of pure steel and are half a meter thick. Countless complicated magic circles are engraved on them. They are all solid and have defensive effects. The entire cell
It’s just a huge iron box. And the iron box is made of big
Lu was a masterpiece created by the famous dwarf genius who spent his whole life two hundred years ago. At that time, three thieves from the highest level of the Killer Guild gathered together and gave them a whole day without being able to open this lock. Any other cell.
Compared with this place, it is completely like an undefended chicken coop.
There were only a handful of people who were eligible to be imprisoned here over the past hundred years, and all of them were giant pirates and demons who could make the entire continent change their minds at that time. However, their treatment was not as good as that of Asa now.
Because Asa's hands and feet were actually tied to the wall.
The chains used for binding are made of thumb-thick steel ropes. They are made of fine iron, fine gold, and Cylian silver and are twisted together. There are thin metal spikes at regular intervals.
It protrudes and penetrates into the body of the binder, injecting curses such as weakness and defeat as well as trace amounts of toxins. The highly conductive Silian silver can even allow the magic power in the body to gradually flow out. These are several archmages and
It was made on the spur of the moment by a skilled craftsman.
Asa has been imprisoned here for some time. Asa has tried several methods, but he can't even get rid of the chains on his body, let alone escape.
There was a sound of the complicated lock being twisted, the cell door opened, and two people walked in, Lancelot and the Pope.
Lancelot was the same as usual, and there was nothing strange on Gujing Fubo's face. Even after catching Asa, an opponent who had repeatedly ruined big things, his face still showed no joy or worry. His hands
He had a large chair inside and placed it on the ground as soon as he came in.
The Pope sat on the chair, or rather lay on it. He looked at least twenty years older than when Asa first saw him. Those things that were originally clear and coherent seemed to be just the crystallization of wisdom and thought.
The wrinkles now look like nothing but aging and weakness. The hair and beard are still white, but they have lost any of their previous luster, and the originally bright eyes have become weak and turbid.
Lancelot exited the cell and closed the door. Only Asa and the Pope were left in the huge iron box.
After coughing twice, the pope's eyes fell on Asa's face. Asa also looked at the old man quietly.
"It's totally beyond my expectation... Is that a gift that Moriel asked you to send? It's such a heavy gift... It's so heavy that I can hardly accept it." The Pope's voice was very weak, as if he might not be able to accept it at any time.
Come up and take your last breath.
"But didn't you finally take it? This is beyond my expectation." Asa looked at the Pope's hand. The ring was still on the Pope's hand, still in that inconspicuous look, as if it could be seen everywhere.
"What I didn't expect is that the ring I always wear on my hand can actually summon something like that. If I had known earlier..."
"I knew you wouldn't be able to use it." The Pope waved his hand. He waved his hand very slowly and his voice was weak, but Asa was interrupted unconsciously. Even if he was weak, he still had the majesty in his movements.
His momentum is not weak, and he is still the most powerful person on the continent. "That is
The holy artifacts that resonate with the entire Glory Castle contain the beliefs, hopes and thoughts of countless believers over hundreds of years. Can you understand these things? Can you afford them? Only those who can afford these are qualified to use them.
The person who wears this thing is the king. That’s why it’s called the Ring of the King.”
"Why are you arresting me? Because of the prophecy of the Dark Star?" Asa said.
In fact, he has been waiting for the Pope.
"So." The Pope nodded.
"Then I am deeply shocked to tell you that you are all wrong." Asa smiled bitterly.
"You have been trying to catch me for the power of the Sunwell and the Leaves of the World Tree. Unfortunately, what you thought was wrong..."
"Oh?" The Pope was a little surprised.
"This is what Moriel told me, believe it or not..."
"Oh? It seems that you have gained a lot under Negan. In fact, I also want to ask you about this matter. You said..." The Pope sat up straight.
After listening to Asa's story, the Pope let out a long sigh and lay back on the bench. His face was full of surprise. He closed his eyes and did not move. He wanted to digest it slowly.
The things Asa just said. After a while, he opened his eyes, regained his composure, and said lightly: "What an interesting story..."
"This is not a story." Asa said calmly.
"I know, I know what you mean. I can tell that you are not lying." The Pope nodded slowly. "In other words, this is not actually a great prophecy. You are actually not the same as this huge whirlpool of the Necromancer.
It doesn’t matter, yes. That’s what you wanted to tell me.”
"Yes." Asa nodded.
"But let me tell you, I didn't arrest you because of that prophecy. I didn't care about those things from the beginning." The Pope said lightly. Although his gray eyes were listless, they were as stable as those accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.
Rock. "I want to ask you about your situation under Negan. It's just one of the reasons why I came here. The most important thing is... I want to take a good look at you..."
"What?" Asa's eyes widened. If he could, he would prick up his ears. He suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.
"I don't believe in such a thing as fate. This thing is originally an illusion created by weak people for themselves...but...sometimes many coincidences can give people the illusion that there is such a thing as destiny. This feeling is very...
Interesting, very interesting... especially when I look at you, I find it even more interesting... In fact, we are actually somewhat related..." The Pope looked at him, as if he was talking to him, and he seemed to be mumbling to himself.
language.
"What on earth are you talking about?" Shi Sa asked.
The Pope didn't speak any more. He was half-lying on the chair and quietly looking at Asa who was nailed to the wall not far away. But his eyes gradually looked further away, as if he was looking through Asa's body.
When he arrived somewhere far away, his expression was very strange, as if he was remembering, but Asa couldn't tell anything from it.
For a long time, the Pope has been immersed in a strange trance like this, and Asa did not speak. In this huge iron box, an old man and a young man looked at each other without saying a word. The Pope had no intention of speaking.
Asa didn't know what to say...
Finally, the Pope let out a long sigh, withdrew his gaze, and raised his voice to shout. Then Lancelot opened the door and walked in.
"You must take good care of this man and never let him escape. You know this."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Lancelot nodded.
"But this person's skills are good, and his luck seems to have been good all along. You should also know this."
"Yes, I know this too, so I had someone specially make this shackles. This should be something he can't get rid of."
"Actually, there is no need to use such complicated methods. There are simpler, more effective and direct methods..." The pope pointed weakly, seeming to be pointing to the chains on Asa's body, but also seemed to be pointing to other places. "
Didn't I say that as long as he is still alive, it's okay, it doesn't matter if two or three of his limbs are broken..."
Lancelot did not answer directly, but knelt down on one knee in front of the Pope and said: "Your Majesty, I only guarantee the honor of the knight and will never let him escape. Please rest assured."
"Okay, since you said that, I'm really relieved." The Pope stood up again, coughed twice, turned around and walked out the door without looking at Asa. "By the way, Knight Talis
Her faith and loyalty are no longer in doubt, so let her return to her position as a Temple Knight."
"Yes." Lancelot stood up and followed the Pope out of the cell. When he walked out of the door, he turned his head and gave Asa a meaningful look.
With a bang, the iron prison door was closed again, leaving only a little light coming from the small ventilation hole.
"Damn...how could this happen...but...what is this going to be like now..."
Asa buried his head and let out a long sigh.
In fact, long after the Archangel disappeared and the Templars tied Asa up in a hurry, Lancelot had already ordered the Templars: "Just chop off his hands and feet and don't let him die."
Without the Pope's advice, Lancelot naturally knew that this method was indeed the best and most effective way to deal with Asa.
"Stop." Talis stood up from the rubble. She was not dead, and the injury was not even too serious, but the hand and sword that resisted Asa's sword were broken. The fragments of the sword were embedded in her arm.
It became a bloody mess.
"What?" Lancelot looked at his disciple.
"Wouldn't it be better to lock him up properly? There's no need for this." Talis came over and looked at Asa. Her eyes were still strange, still with a sad determination.
"This is the most effective way. Don't say stupid things." Lancelot waved his hand at the sword-wielding Templar and ordered lightly. "Cut it down."
The sword slashed down, blood spattered, and a hand flew up. But it was not Asa's hand.
This was Talis's hand. She flew forward and blocked Asa in front of him, so her hand flew up instead of Asa's hand.
"Teacher, I beg you." The splattered blood dyed Talis's face red. It was her own blood. But her voice and expression did not lose control because of the severe pain. Her face was covered with blood.
She was not determined, but stubborn. It was not that she had no way to block the sword in other ways, but she chose to use this method.
Lancelot looked at his disciple, with a gloomy look on his face that he rarely showed. Then he sighed again and nodded.