Red Moon Returns

Even the most insensitive of mysteries can realize that the ritual was successfully completed.

Mortal creatures were victorious.

Mordiggian's power has been completely expelled from the world. The twisted power that permeated the world quickly faded away, and the heavy and oppressive burden in his soul no longer existed.

There is no need to worry about the increasing effect of the plague, there is no need to worry about infected people spreading the plague and triggering a worldwide epidemic crisis, and there is no need to worry about the infected relatives and friends not being able to return to normal people.

Therefore, this plague that was nipped in the bud not only did not expand the fear in people's hearts and strengthen the power of dreams, but instead inspired the courage in people's hearts, allowing people to dare to face the deepest fears in their souls. Thus weakening the power of the dreamland.

Everything looks better.

But what's the cost?

In the safe house of the Dark Night Church, Lynch and the three of them, along with the most trustworthy senior church officials, looked at the ceremony venue with some uneasiness.

The miraculous light floating in the air no longer exists. Only Lynch’s red moon memory that has been attached to the miraculous light from the beginning is still floating in the air. The small statue seems to have absorbed the nutrients of the light. Instead the Miracle Light radiates a soft, warm glow.

Under the light, twenty nuns were slowly getting up.

After kneeling and praying for more than ten hours, the ladies worked very hard and managed to stand up tremblingly by supporting each other. They looked quite tired, but each of them had a warm look in their eyes, as if they felt something indescribable during this long prayer.

It seems that as Ms. Nightingale promised before, the lives of these volunteers were not threatened, and they may have given something, but they also seemed to have received unexpected gains in another way.

But what about herself? Where has she gone?

Lin Qi's eyes did not find the old and familiar figure. It was a young woman who appeared in her original position.

The woman looks to be in her twenties, tall and beautiful. Her long brown hair is tied up on top of her head, showing her dignity. Her snow-white robe is holy and blurred under the soft light. She has a gentle and gentle smile on her face. Calmly looking at everyone.

Lin Qi didn't know her, but he always felt that she looked familiar. He frowned and looked carefully for a few seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath.

From the other person's body, he vaguely saw a bit of Nightingale's shadow, but the back, which seemed to have been bent by the heavy fate of the world, straightened again, the cheeks covered with wind and frost wrinkles criss-crossed became smooth again, and even the sparse gray hair All became shiny and lush again.

It was as if he was a different person, but with the same soft temperament and the same warm smile, the two different images gradually overlapped in Lynch's mind.

The saint's temperament is difficult for anyone to imitate. Yes, this is definitely Nightingale herself, and it is Nightingale who has restored her youth.

Could it be that after presiding over the ceremony, not only did she not become a sacrifice to the miraculous light, but she was a blessing in disguise, absorbing the life force donated by people all over the world and rejuvenating her youth? Or was it because of her selfless bravery that she gained the favor of Fiona, the Lord of Suffering, and granted her divine grace to regain her youth?

Lynch couldn't figure out the reason for a while, but looking at the young Saint lady in front of him, he still felt his eyes burning.

He never thought about becoming a saint, nor did he think about sacrificing for anyone, but this did not affect his respect for the truly selfless and loving people. Ms. Nightingale's sacrifice was his own choice. He had no position to stop it and could not stop it. But now that he saw that the other party did not turn into ashes like in the memories of Qiwu, Lynch still felt a surge of heat in his heart. .

Maybe this world is not as cold and cruel as imagined, maybe this world still has warmth.

Clenching his fists and pressing his sore nose to prevent himself from losing his composure on the spot, Lynch couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but take two steps forward and walk towards Ms. Nightingale under the light.

However, just as he took a step forward, Nightingale raised her hand to him, stopping him from approaching any further. The young lady smiled, shook her head, and said softly: "Wait a minute, child, now is not the time."

The young voice was soothing and soft, but it seemed to have some irresistible power, which made Lynch stop involuntarily. He was stunned and looked at Diana and Natalie beside him. The two ladies also stopped with puzzled faces.

The command and prohibition, and it directly affects the three of them at the same time, is beyond the power that normal people should have.

Faced with the puzzled looks from Lynch and the others, Nightingale did not explain too much, but nodded slightly, then raised her head to look at the memory of the red moon floating above her head.

The small sculpture exudes soft light and is slowly falling as if it is being held up by some force. The young lady spread her hands and let the statue fall smoothly into her hands. She stared at it for a few seconds, frowned slightly and said, "This is not like the memories required for the promotion of the ordinary Soul Changer of the Fallen God..."

Before he finished speaking, he showed a sudden look and said softly: "The divine power of light, so that's what it is."

Did she see it?

Lin Qi frowned. Although the divine power absorbed into Hongyue's memories was not very hidden, it was not something that a mortal could tell. What state was Nightingale in?

For some reason, Lynch suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Nightingale suddenly showed abilities beyond ordinary people. Is this really a good sign?

After staring at Hongyue's memories for a while, Ms. Nightingale raised her head and gave Lynch a meaningful smile, then let go of her hand. Hongyue's memories seemed to be pulled by some force, and slowly floated to Lin Qi. In front of Qi, it automatically returned to his breast pocket, just as it had automatically floated out a dozen hours ago.

"Thank you for everything you have done for us, child." Looking at the small sculpture, the lady showed a faint smile and said softly, "I know that you have made a trip to Nolin, and the Holy See of the Pope is waiting for your arrival in Nolin. I hope you can visit her when you arrive in Nolin."

"Huh?" Lynch couldn't think about Nightingale's strange behavior just now, "Your Pope is waiting for me? Why?"

"We have seen everything you have done. Do you think the Lord of Suffering and her followers will take this for granted?" Nightingale said slowly, "Through the eyes of the Holy See, the Lord I hope to meet you in person, a friend of the church who has helped us a lot, and express my gratitude to you in person.”

She must not. Lynch immediately thought of the white female silhouette he perceived when he first confronted Mordiggian's power in the Church of Misery. At that time, just a moment of contact almost assimilated him. Lynch did not want to challenge him again. This is my limit once. However, knowing that the other party would definitely restrain himself this time, and the other party was obviously going to give out a thank you gift, Lin Qi only hesitated for a moment and immediately agreed.

God's gratitude could never be an ordinary thing. Lin Qi believed that if he refused, even if there was no thunder and lightning, he would want to slap himself twice every night when he couldn't sleep. However, he was not overwhelmed by this promise yet. Dazed and worried, he asked, "Am I the only one? After completing such a great achievement, you don't need to go to the headquarters to report on your work?"

Ms. Nightingale just smiled noncommittally, then looked past the Lynch trio and turned to the crowd behind them. They were the other three official churches of the Kingdom of Rand, headed by Archbishop Trinleth of the Church of the Dark Night. The top leaders of the Church of the Sun and the Church of Fortune followed closely behind.

In the ceremony just now, these churches and the cultists who were attracted by Lynch all made great efforts. Of course, it was impossible for the cultists to let in, but these church leaders were finally able to enter the safe house and witness it up close. The end of this war.

At this time, the eyes of the two parties met. The senior church officials looked at Nightingale with quite complicated eyes. After looking at each other for a few seconds, Archbishop Trinleth suddenly laughed and sighed softly: "It feels like I'm back." On the day you were about to leave Rhine for Nolin forty years ago, Lord Nightingale, haha, after so many years, I never thought I would have the chance to see you like this."

"Yes, everything seems to have happened yesterday. Unknowingly, forty years have passed and everyone is old." The young old woman looked down at her new image and smiled faintly. He glanced at Lin Qi and said, "I would also like to thank that kid. Without his persistence, I would not have been able to go back to the past and face all my old friends with my best side."

Several older church leaders sighed for a while, looking at Nightingale with subtle, serious and respectful eyes, but not with envy, but with a touch of alienation.

Ms. Nightingale did not pay attention. She turned her eyes back to Lynch again and smiled kindly: "What I just said was the gratitude of the Lord and her followers. Now it is my own gratitude. Your kindness, your My respect, your efforts finally changed everything, you won’t understand how grateful I am to you. Oh, my child, I prepared a small gift for you, I hope you like it.”

"Gift?"

It seemed to be an unexpected joy, but Lynch was not happy, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious. Ms. Nightingale did not answer his questions, but just shook her head mysteriously: "I have done so many things today. I am also tired and want to rest. Thank you all for taking care of me for so many years. So everyone, bid farewell. "

After saying that, the saint lady took a few steps back, leaned a little tiredly on the edge of the platform behind her, smiled at the people present, looked up to the sky, and drew a coda representing the Lord of Suffering on her chest with her fingers. Snake symbol:

"Praise the Lord."

As she moved, a ball of white-hot flames surged out of Ms. Nightingale's body and instantly enveloped her body. In the dancing firelight, Ms. Nightingale stood up straight, lifted the hem of her white robe and bowed.

The next moment, a vague hymn suddenly sounded in the safe house, and flames instantly shot into the sky.

In the incandescent light, everyone seemed to see the young and beautiful saint lady waving goodbye to everyone, turning around and leaving. Then the light dissipated and everything turned dim.