Path of light

Chapter 83 84. Fireworks in the Rain

The scene in this mirror is no longer the scene of the captain's bedroom, but the scene inside the temple warehouse.

There were shelves, wooden boxes and miscellaneous items, but there were only Holy Light Candles and Priest Anderson missing.

Priest Andyson sat in front of the mirror and couldn't see himself either...

A skeleton with blue soul fire burning in its eye sockets actually appeared in the mirror. He carefully avoided the ball of holy light and leaned against the edge of the warehouse shelf in the mirror, trying to get his head as close to the edge of the mirror as possible.

The skull twisted its neck, which was full of joints, and made a weird clicking sound.

The flames in his eye sockets were beating constantly.

"You are just an ordinary elf now. Do you think you can still obtain the divine glory of the goddess? Andyson, stop wishing." The skeleton said to Priest Andyson with a dry smile.

Seeing Priest Andyson's body shake, he almost fell down...

The skeleton in the mirror put his hands covered with white joints on the edge of the frame and continued to say in a hoarse voice:

"Why don't you let me out? As long as you open the seal of this mirror, I can come out of it. I can help you draw a magic circle for the trance ceremony. If you are worried that I will not fulfill my promise, I can do it now." Sign a magic contract and think about it carefully. Considering your current bad state, you don't have much time left."

Priest Andyson frowned and said nothing.

Let him sign a contract with an undead?

He never thought about it...

Seeing that Priest Andyson did not respond, the skeleton continued to change his tone and teased him:

"The Statue of Liberty has abandoned you. You and your beliefs are just a pile of garbage discarded in the corner. Andyson, if you don't hurry up and catch up with her, you will be abandoned in the Elf Continent."

"Isn't it possible for a devout believer to give up everything to pursue his faith?"

As he spoke, the skeleton in the mirror knelt on the ground, clasping his hands together in front of his chest, imitating the way devout believers pray under the statue of the god...

After a few seconds of silence, the soul fire in the skull's eyes jumped suddenly. He brought the face full of bones to the edge of the mirror. Although there was a faint power of holy light here that could burn him, he didn't care... …

There were even wisps of green smoke coming out of his skeletal face, but he still leaned close to the edge of the mirror and said to Priest Andyson in the meanest tone:

"But what about you? What have you done in recent times? Apart from waiting for charity from the goddess, is there anything else worthy of praise? No, you have always been so useless..."

The skeleton suddenly disappeared into the mirror.

Then he leaned against the darker corner of the mirror, cracked a piece of bone with a small hammer, put it into a stone mortar and pounded it vigorously. Finally, he took out a piece of white bone powder from the inside and smeared it on the picture until it was a little burnt. on the head.

The charred blackness on the bones began to gradually fade, and the skeleton placed the stone mortar on the shelf with satisfaction.

Looking at Priest Andyson outside the mirror, he said:

"Andison, wake up!"

"She has abandoned you. Listen to me, you can't feel the Holy Glory because she has completely abandoned you and even the entire Elf Continent. If you can wake up now, you should join the Lich Lord. Like me...Immortal, have you not tasted the taste of a soul?"

He raised his head and spread his hands, looking extremely intoxicated.

Priest Andyson lowered his head and watched the skeleton performing in the mirror in despair...

"I will prove to you that I have not been abandoned by the goddess, never have been."

Priest Andyson's voice seemed weak...his words could not even convince himself.

Then he stood up suddenly. Although his body was shaking a little and he looked like a drunken man, he still grabbed the linen cloth on the wooden stand, walked to the bronze mirror, and covered the bronze mirror.

"Hello……"

The skeleton in the mirror let out a hoarse cry.

Priest Andyson did not respond to it, but it became more anxious:

"Hey, Andyson, where are you going, let me out, I can help you, I swear..."

Those last few sentences became a bit hysterical:

"Hey...hey! Don't leave, only I can help you!"

The sound of footsteps gradually weakened, and finally there was a dull sound of the door closing.

…

In Castletown in early August, there are far more rainy days than sunny days.

The clouds were overcast, and it began to rain. The rain was not heavy at first.

But when Roy walked out of the gate of the college, the wind started blowing from the sea. The sea wind brought rain and splashed on the pedestrians on the street. No umbrella was used at this time.

Roy wrapped two textbooks in his clothes and stood in the rain for a while before his whole body got wet.

Fortunately, the long carriage arrived in time and did not make him wait in the rain for too long.

After getting into the carriage all wet, Roy glanced apologetically at the coachman in a bamboo hat, and obediently threw a Kohler in the box.

There were not many passengers in the carriage. In this bad weather, the elves preferred to stay at home.

The banners hanging at the entrances of the street shops were blown swaying, and some metal plaques made a creaking sound. Some shop owners would sit in front of the windows to enjoy the rainy scene on the street.

Roy jumped off the carriage from the intersection of Brown Street. The water level of the Darnay River next to him continued to rise, submerging the stone steps by the river again.

He ran outside the gate of the Statue of Liberty in the rain and found that there was a group of believers gathered at the gate of the temple despite such heavy rain.

Both Jasper and Abt were guarding the door. They were not wearing rainproof cloaks, and the trainee priest's robes were soaked by the rain and clung tightly to their bodies.

Both of them were soaked from head to toe and were crying with sadness. They patiently told the believers that today's meeting was temporarily cancelled.

Roy knew that Jasper was an optimistic mixed-blood elf. Even during those days when he was lying in bed recovering from his injuries, he never looked as sad as he did today.

Roy realized that something must have happened in the temple, and even the gathering that was only held once a week was cancelled.

He struggled to push his way to the front of the crowd. When Jasper saw Roy who was all wet, he almost had a bad mood written on his face.

"Jasper, what's going on? What happened to the temple?" Roy approached, hugged Jasper's shoulders and asked.

Jasper asked Abbot to stop the believers, pulled Roy into the iron gate, and whispered in his ear: "Teacher Anderson is conducting a divine descending ceremony."

"ah?"

Roy knew that only by passing the divine seance ceremony could a priest become a great priest.

The two priests in the temple are stuck on the threshold of being promoted to the great priest, but every time a priest is promoted, he needs to bathe in the holy light, but now the holy light of the Statue of Liberty has not appeared six months ago.

It is not easy for today's priests to ensure that they have enough power of Holy Light in their bodies, let alone perform such a trance ritual that requires a large amount of Holy Light power.

"He wants to forcefully break through the level boundaries and be promoted to a great priest?" Roy asked Jasper.

Jasper shook his head, covered his face with his hands, suppressed the grief in his heart and said:

"He just wants to prove to everyone that the divine goddess still shines on the Elf Continent."

Roy couldn't understand what Father Andyson was thinking and couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that the divine descending ceremony could fail?"

The believers outside the temple gate left one after another in the rain. Abt walked in from the door, wiped the rain from his face, and said to Roy:

"You should ask if there is any chance of success in the divine descending ceremony!"

"Is there any?" Roy asked.

Abt did not give a positive response, but just lowered his head and muttered: "The holy light cannot shine here, how can the goddess come?"

Roy asked further: "Then what will happen if the deity ceremony fails and Priest Andyson fails to be promoted to a great priest?"

"Will become a martyr..."

Abt glanced at Jasper and replied quietly.

The rain fell even harder, and High Priest Reed stood outside the main hall door anxiously, but did not see Priest Theodore...

According to the rules set by Bishop Felix Mitchell, the priests' sacrificial ceremony is protected by the goddess and cannot be disturbed.

The three trainee priests were all wet, dripping with water.

"You go and change into dry clothes. The ceremony won't end so soon..."

High Priest Reed said to them.

…

In the main hall, Priest Andyson knelt in front of the Statue of Liberty. The howling wind and heavy rain outside the temple did not stop Priest Andyson...

He held a sharp dagger in his hand. The dagger was also covered with divine patterns. The edge of the dagger opened a wound in the palm of his hand. The blood containing the holy light flowed out from the wound. He dipped his fingers into it. The blood drew a divine pattern on the floor.

He was very focused and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world.

Each stroke seemed to consume a lot of energy, and he looked more and more haggard, with almost no expression on his thin face.

He just kept chanting prayers in his mouth.

The relief of the Statue of Liberty looked at everything that happened in the temple with pity, and those stone eyes were cold to the bone.

After Priest Andyson completed the divine patterns for the divine seance ceremony alone, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a 'plop'.

His face was pressed against the cold stone slab, and his body was crawling among the divine patterns, but the sacred prayers in his mouth were not interrupted...

The almost dry power of Holy Light in Andyson's body began to be injected into the divine pattern, and his body began to twitch violently...

With a prayer sounded, the ceremony began.

The holy light in his body quickly dried up, his skin shriveled up, and the long life belonging to the elves was continuously withdrawn from his body to maintain the operation of the divine pattern array.

He was going crazy, and with the last bit of persistence in his heart, he kept chanting prayers.

A pillar of holy light appeared in the divine pattern array. This pillar of light instantly rushed out of the roof of the main hall and passed through the dense dark clouds.

The holy light exploded in the clouds, like a brilliant firework blooming in the night sky.

In an instant, even the dense dark clouds were blown into a big hole.

A ray of sunlight shone through the hole, and Roy even saw the clear blue sky outside the hole.

Then this beam of light turned into countless leaves formed by holy light, falling from the sky one after another.

Before the leaves of the Holy Light could fall to the ground, they were all dissipated in the heavy rain.