I have a role in the heavens

Every arcanist is very curious and has a strong desire to explore. They want to study any phenomenon they have never seen before. Obviously, the soul fireplace at this time has aroused their curiosity. He didn't bother to chat with Ivan Vincent.

Ivan Vincent was not surprised by this and was accustomed to it. He was also like this when he studied arcana. Without a strong curiosity, how could he become an excellent arcanist.

I don't know how long it took before Douglas and the others came back to their senses, with satisfied smiles on their faces. Although they had not thoroughly studied the soul fireplace, they had also glimpsed a lot of mysteries. They could sort it out in detail when they returned. A moment is enough to take one step forward in the field of arcane research on the soul.

Douglas and others looked at the two corridors behind the Soul Fireplace, somewhat hesitant, as if they didn't know what to choose. Douglas used astrological prophecy magic, but still couldn't get any answer. It seemed that this choice was related to the secret of immortality. Therefore, it is beyond the scope of detection by prophecy magic.

Douglas turned his head and looked at Ivan Vincent. Seeing that his face was calm, like a clear spring, clear and waveless, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart and asked.

"Ivan, which corridor do you think we should choose?"

Ivan Vincent took a deep look at Douglas. He understood the speaker's thoughts. There was a faint wave of water in his blue eyes. After thinking for a moment, his eyes glanced at Lucien, and there was a secret trace. The cold aura is hidden in Lucien's body. It seems that the Lord of Silver Moon, Aitna, is also very concerned about the Magic Council's operation to explore the world of the dead. She also discovered the difference in Lucien, so she placed her hope in him. Explore the secrets of the dead through Lucien.

"You might as well let Lucien choose. His choice may bring different rewards."

Everyone looked at the confused Lucien. They didn't know why Ivan Vincent said this. But facing the expectant eyes of everyone, they had no choice but to look at the two corridors. Feel it carefully with your mental strength.

There was no black or white in one line, only a gray one, with a little weirdness, mystery and a palpitating sense of danger. The other line had faint ripples of nothingness, as if there were things that Lucien was quite familiar with, which gave him a strange feeling. In addition, it has a more dangerous and terrifying aura than the other one, as if there is a monster sleeping there that can destroy the world.

"Familiar? The place where the mysterious being of the dead world sleeps?"

Lucien first thought of that miserable existence. He was about to revive after a long time, but was plotted by the Lord of Hell and the God of Silver Moon, and ended up sleeping again. Lucien frowned slightly, thinking.

"But this sense of familiarity is not consistent with the impression He left on me?"

Without enough time to distinguish the difference between the two familiar feelings, Lucien subconsciously chose the gray corridor. The danger emanating from the other path was beyond his ability to bear. He was afraid that even the Lord of Hell and the Lord of Silver Moon Don't dare to go deep at will.

"Should I choose this corridor?"

Lucien pointed at the gray corridor, turned to Douglas and the others, and said with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, as if he was asking if he really wanted to go deeper as he chose.

Douglas and the others were also a little unsure, and they all turned their attention to Ivan Vincent, and they were also confirming the final answer with him.

Ivan Vincent's face was expressionless, his blue eyes looked at Klaus and Erica, and he suddenly spoke.

"You should not enter it. This is your limit. If you continue to go deeper, you will most likely fall into it!"

As soon as these words came out, Erica and Klaus's expressions changed and became extremely solemn. They thought for a moment and said to Douglas and the others.

"We have indeed exhausted all our strength to get here. If we encounter danger again, we will most likely not be able to handle it. In this case, we will go back to the Magic Council first and bring back what we have gained this time, and we will not go any further! "

Klaus was horrified when he thought that he had almost fallen into the hands of the Lord of Hell. This time he had seen the soul fireplace with his own eyes and had gained a lot. He would definitely make a breakthrough in alchemical life after returning. I am already very satisfied in my heart, and I am not greedy for the so-called secret of immortality, so I am ready to go back.

Erica only has the strength of the legendary second level. She has just fought with the Angel of Light. She has already tried her best. The dangers are numerous and extremely dangerous. I don’t know what kind of dangers there are in the depths of the dead world. She is not strong enough and has no intention. She didn't want to go any further. She gained a lot from exploring the world of the dead this time. She got the body of an ancient vampire and saw the soul fireplace, which was enough for her to digest for a while. There was no need to be greedy. She just accepted it when it was good. .

"I won't go any further. Klaus and I will go back together to bring back what we have gained this time, and also tell other members about the situation in the Northern Church!"

Douglas nodded. The exploration below was indeed very dangerous. The two of them were not strong enough, so they might as well go back. As for Lucien, a high-level magician who was even weaker, why not go back? Douglas was also hesitant about this and glanced at his eyes. Lucien, full of desire to explore, asked Ivan Vincent.

"Lucien is not strong enough. Will he be in danger if he continues to go deep into the world of the dead?"

"Lucien is different from others. He has a mysterious destiny and a special destiny. If he doesn't enter it, you are destined to gain nothing. As for his safety, Speaker, you don't have to worry!"

"Lucien, come here!"

Ivan Vincent waved to Lucien and motioned for him to come closer.

Ivan Vincent raised his hand, and a ray of starlight shone, twining around his fingertips, like a dream, with an elusive aura, mysterious and powerful, and with a tap of his finger, it imprinted on Lucien's right hand. In the palm of his hand, under Lucien's puzzled gaze, he said with a smile.

"You have the power of the mark of the Silver Moon Lord Aitna in your body. I will leave another mark on you. In critical moments, as long as you activate this mark, my projection will come, which is enough to protect your safety!"

Lucien looked down at the palm of his hand. A star was printed on his palm. It was golden, like a star in the sky, warm and sacred, majestic and vast. It had a completely different feeling from the power that Aitna had left on him before. Silver The power of the Lord of the Moon, Aitna, is cold and cold, like a cold moon, aloof and holy.

The four Douglass stepped into the gray corridor without hesitation and disappeared in front of Ivan Vincent. He did not enter, but stopped in front of the soul fireplace and looked at the army of undead surrounding it.

"Roar!"

Howling sounds came from all directions, and a few legendary undead creatures seemed to have sensed the blasphemy of Douglas and others, and were approaching crazily.

An unknown number of legendary undead led by the undead natural disaster were getting closer and closer. Ivan Vincent stood quietly in front of the soul fireplace, witnessing the outrageous legend and the number of undead legions, and felt the powerful oppression. He shook his head and sighed softly.

"Let's all go to sleep forever."

"Ivan's big fireball!"

With a rumble, a bright sun rose in the world of the dead. The surrounding undead disappeared into thin air without even reacting, as if melting into the air. An unimaginably huge energy storm roared across a square dozens of kilometers wide. Even Saint Ivan and others who were on the verge of explosion had to add several layers of defense to themselves.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The shrill screams stopped as soon as they started. These undead souls without the legendary third level had no way of resisting "Ivan's fireball!", and their intelligence prevented them from escaping in time, so they instinctively swarmed towards the enemy. The entire Temple of the Dead lost its solid black and white gray, and only the scorching light illuminated everything.

By the time everything calmed down, the square had turned into a deep pit, all the undead souls that could not be counted before were gone, and all the roars had disappeared.

"The world is quiet!"

Ivan Vincent looked at the empty scene in front of him and said with a sigh.

Around Saint Ivan, Alexei, Uli, Felix and the Angel of Light all looked solemn, staring at Ivan Vincent standing in front of the soul fireplace, not daring to take a step forward. The scene on the ground was really too terrifying, and its power was comparable to that of a divine descending technique. It made them feel fearful and how could they dare to act rashly.

"Belkovsky, what do we do?"

Alexei called Saint Ivan after the current northern pope Belkovsky, and in words, he put himself in a similar position.

Saint Ivan's golden eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his blue eyes dyed with a layer of light yellow focused on the gray corridor behind the soul fireplace.

"I suspect that the monster is still inside, and there is no coordinate change pattern left by Maskelyne or Viken. I don't know where to go inside, and I don't know how to find their final whereabouts. I can only rely on luck. Break in."

There was a hint of fear on his face, as if he had encountered something when he was exploring the entrance, and he didn't dare to take too many risks with his ability to cast the Divine Favor Technique.

"Then how about we move the Holy Spirit Room first?"

Felix's eyes were also focused on the gray corridor. Ivan Vincent blocked the road, making them feel heavy pressure, as if there was a huge stone pressing on their hearts.

Saint Ivan was silent for a moment, still unwilling to give in. Although he was wary of Ivan Vincent's terrifying power, he still blessed him.

"But I suspect that the people from the Magic Council dared to come to explore the Temple of the Dead because they got the things left by Maskelyne or Viken. After all, Viken's lair is located on the edge of the Kingdom of Holm, and the Grand Cross Hathaway was also present when the Mystery Lock was broken. If they find the relics of those legendary magicians and know how to enter the Immortal Secret, it will be difficult for the wishes and dreams of the saints of all generations to be realized."

While Saint Ivan was speaking, he glanced at Ivan Vincent standing in front of the corridor with his hands behind his back.

Saint Ivan thought for a moment and continued.

"So Mikhail and I enter first, and you go to transfer the Holy Spirit Room. He uses the projection of Gono's divine items. Even if he dies in it, it won't be a big problem. I have enough strength to guarantee it."

The Mikhail in Saint Ivan's mouth refers to the angel of light. He does not come as a soul, but only uses the projection of divine objects. Even if he dies, he will not have much impact on the opponent's body.

"Okay, Belkovsky, don't be careless. We still don't know what happened to Maskelin and Viken, and why they never came out again."

Uriel nodded and agreed to the plan, but reminded him in a low voice, still a little worried.

Uriel and others are not sure that Maskelyne and others are dead. After all, the deeper you go into the Temple of the Dead, the more abnormal the flow of time becomes. When you are outside, one day is equivalent to five days outside. When you get to the hearth of souls, It is equivalent to about seven or eight days, and it should be even more terrifying inside. And legendary magicians such as Maskelyne and Viken who have been missing for nearly a thousand years in the outside world may have only lived in the world of the door for a hundred years.

Saint Ivan nodded slightly and said with great confidence.

"I'm afraid what they encountered is beyond our imagination. Even using their items to cast divine spells and prophecy spells cannot determine their life or death. However, this time there are people from the Magic Council in front of us to explore the way. If something happens They are there to bear the danger, so I can exit in time."

Alexey and other saints returned to the Holy Spirit Room, preparing to relocate to avoid being found by reinforcements from the Magic Council according to the coordinate changes.

Saint Ivan and the Angel of Light walked into the temple and came to Ivan Vincent. Their strong momentum rose, and they wanted to enter the depths of the Temple of the Dead without being blocked by Ivan Vincent.

"Is your name also Ivan?"

Ivan Vincent frowned slightly and asked with some displeasure as he watched Bielkovsky pressing against St. Ivan's body.

"I am not Saint Ivan, but this body does belong to Saint Ivan, the first pope."

"Ivan Vincent, if you are sensible, you should get out of the way, otherwise you won't blame me for being rude!"

Belkovsky frowned, with a strong majesty on his face. He was worthy of being the leader of a large force. He scolded Ivan Vincent in an extremely domineering manner.

Ivan Vincent showed a bright smile, but the brighter his smile became, the colder his heart became, and he said warmly.

"I hate it when people use Ivan's name to show off in front of me!"

"Remember from now on, my name is Ivan, don't violate my taboo!"

"Life withers!"

As soon as Ivan Vincent finished speaking, the smile on his face faded away. He raised his right hand and pointed lightly at Saint Ivan. A black ray of light shot out and hit Saint Ivan's body. Instantly, his flesh and blood withered, and his vitality disappeared. At the end of the day, Belkovsky had no resistance at all, and his soul returned directly to his body. This body, which inherited the power of the Pope of the Northern Church, was directly destroyed. Since then, the Northern Church has lost a saint. The disciples inherited their strength and suffered serious losses.

The expression of Mikhail, the Angel of Light, changed drastically. He tensed up as if facing a formidable enemy. He stared at Ivan Vincent warily. His heart was filled with heavy pressure, but he did not dare to take action. Ivan Vincent showed this just now. The terrifying strength made him understand one thing, that is, the young and handsome Grand Arcanist in front of him was not something he could resist.

"You are very smart. You are not as reckless and impulsive as Belkovsky just now. You know how to be respectful, which is good!"

"If you are sensible, you should retreat on your own and don't let me take action again, lest I destroy that divine item and cause your northern church to lose another saint's power inheritance!"

Ivan Vincent's eyes were full of coldness, and the blue eyes put extremely strong pressure on Mikhail. His expression kept changing, and he couldn't make up his mind. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ivan Vincent's increasingly impatient expression. His expression, his heart sank, the holy light shone, the figure disappeared into the world of the dead, and the soul projection returned to the mainland world. After all, he did not have the courage to fight Ivan Vincent and could only retreat.

After an arduous battle, Douglas and his group passed through the gate world and arrived at the entrance of the Immortal Corridor. On the way, they met Silver-Eyed Earl Rhine, who was the patron of the Lord of the Silver Moon, Atna, and they could be considered friends. They acted together and headed towards the Immortal Chamber.

"I didn't expect the pope to be Viken, the catastrophic king who dominates the Kingdom of Holm and the Kingdom of Buriana!"

"Gregory I, Charles II, and Benedict III were either possessed by Viken when they became popes, or were projected by Viken early and then became popes after being possessed!"

Douglas had a look of sigh on his face and complicated eyes. They met the monster and mysterious existence in the world of the dead in the gate world. They finally figured out the identity of the other party and the affairs of the Church of Truth. They were extremely shocked.

"If the monster and Viken hadn't restrained each other and had a rebellious heart, if he could perform the divine descending technique, even humans would not be able to escape from the world outside. They would have to fall and spend a long time to escape from the void. Return. This should be the reason why the Lord of Silver Moon, Aitna, and the Lord of Hell, Mardymus, dare not enter the world of doors and search for the Immortal Chamber."

"As long as Viken is not allowed to find the opportunity to devour the monster, it will still be within the controllable range. After returning, your mysterious voice will have to increase its efforts to promote the secrets of the Pope. First, gradually disintegrate the foundation of the belief of the Religion of Truth, and then Talk about dealing with Viken."

Rhine narrowed his silver eyes, with a look of shock still on his face. He took a deep breath before speaking to everyone in the Magic Council.

"Forehead!"

"This doesn't seem to work anymore. Ivan Vincent was angry with Viken and assassinated him at his wedding. He had gone too far to smear the Pope!"

"What kind of incarnation of the Lord of Hell, what kind of careerist who steals the power of the true God, what kind of villain who loves little boys, what kind of evil magician disguises himself, all of them have been mentioned. This time the secret of the Pope is announced again. Compared with the previous ones, It doesn’t seem to be very shocking unless there is irrefutable evidence.”

Douglas said with some annoyance, which made Lucien on the side feel very funny, and suddenly he felt like the little boy in the story "Crying Wolf".

"Who told you that your programs that reveal the secrets of the church and herald history only pursue sensational effects? At least this time there is a complete chain of stories that ordinary believers cannot hear. Can't members of the College of Cardinals still have a little doubt?"

Rhine was also amused by this situation. He looked at Douglas and others dumbfounded and spoke again.

"With Sir Ivan Vinson's general theory of relativity, Mr. Douglas, you also have the possibility to hit the godlike level. Once you become a godlike, no matter how terrifying and powerful Viken is, it will be difficult to destroy the Magic Council, so you don't have to worry. , Arcana is developing so rapidly, the future is yours, the longer the delay is, the better, even if there is evidence, there is no need to present it from the beginning, forcing Viken to fight back desperately."

Rhine also didn't understand the so-called arcane theory. He just heard Lucien talk about these things before and knew that Douglas had found the path to godlikeness because of the general theory of relativity proposed by Ivan Vinson.

Douglas shook his head and smiled bitterly. How could a god-like person be promoted so easily? Although he saw the path of a god-like person, there were still many obstacles.

Rhine was puzzled by the difficulties Douglas had to face in impacting the gods, and looked at Lucien aside, waiting for his explanation.

"The Speaker still has many obstacles to becoming a god-like person! For example, although many solutions to the field equations of general relativity are meaningless, some solutions definitely correspond to astronomical phenomena in the vast starry sky!"