[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

1. This article is a revenge article, the love line is sweet and pet, don’t be deceived by the style of the article 2, my friends say that Xi Huan is cold... so please click to save, update to see the mood (Kill 3, and this article is brain The hole is huge, the background is empty, you can tell me if there are any terrible bugs!! Please be gentle, I am a little afraid of pain QAQ4, the attack and attack are set, stand firm, Shuangjie.

5. The prologue is the beginning of the story, the real beginning.

6. The cuteness of this article: Shuangjie, Xihuan’s serious nonsense (…), a strategy with a black belly, unspoken rules, a high-end subject who can calmly face shame play 7, a collection of those who like Shanfeng [_(:_ "∠)_

8. Remember all the little angels Memeza

This is Oswald's cathedral. Outside the building complex, heavy snow is pouring down one after another.The building complex of Oswald Cathedral is known as the Dragon's Nest. It is located on a high cliff by the East Sea. In the past, the roar of huge waves can be heard every moment.Today, however, there are ice floes floating in the eastern sea, refracted by the moonlight, calm as death.

It's not just the ocean. On the mountain road under the dragon's nest illuminated by floating lights, there are only the sound of horseshoes, rolling wheels and wind chimes. In Oswald Cathedral, servants bowed their heads and walked quickly, and noble believers restrained all their arrogance and remained silent. And waited in fear.

It was the first time for Ms. Andre to participate in the feast of the Great Prayer Day. When she walked out of the Hall of Miracles with her head bowed, the pope's plain greetings still echoed in her mind. .

The little girl was nervous, but more curious.She held her mother's hand tightly, and couldn't help raising her eyes to look around after some struggles.Golden candlesticks, faithful in white... All the halls of the church are flickering with lights—except for one.

Only the "Hall of Salvation" was left in darkness.

Miss Andre plucked up the courage to look intently, and there was a person wearing a white mask in the dark Salvation Hall.She seemed to see the lines of the hell flower fading away layer by layer, and the colorful light glowed in the dark environment.

In the long and narrow eye sockets of the mask, a pair of dark and serene eyes looked back at her.

"Andre!" The mother's suppressed warning rang in the girl's ears.Miss Andre quickly withdrew her gaze, followed her mother away like a child who has done something wrong.

The boy in the darkness rubbed the groove on the handle of the short knife in front of him, and closed his eyes.

Believers gathered in the Judgment Hall.

This is a regular feast on the Great Day of Prayer, "Judgement of the Most Sinful".A huge cross stands in the center of the hall, and the grooves carved with spiral patterns are just below the cross.A man with long black hair □□ his upper body was tightly bound to a cross, and the "Devil's Territory: Sin Painting Part [-]" painted in black paint showed a hideous face on his body.The man lowered his head weakly, no one could see his face, let alone—"No one will recognize him, even if his face is shown."

No one will know, a sinner who is about to be executed.

In the lonely Oswald Cathedral, the silence is as heavy as the skeleton of a dragon.The believers clutched their white and gold-inlaid robes and knelt on the circular blanket 50 meters away from the cross.According to the status of each believer, the waiters find the place they should stay and fill every inch of the blank space in the hall.

The Holy See of Chemiye sent a group of envoys with masks—that is the name for every middle and upper priest of the Holy See of Chemiye.Everyone's face is hidden under the mask.The visitors of the Holy See donned masks in order to show a bit of respect for the Oswald dragon god, which seemed to be really devout.

The Pope was the last to enter.He was wearing a white robe, with strange patterns winding up from the hem of the robe, with fluorescent colors like ghosts and gods entrenched on the delicate material of the robe, the faint light illuminated the Pope's old face and combed white hair .He holds a scepter in his right hand, with a gem inlaid on the top of the scepter—"Anjaka", a gift from the Dragon God, which is the heart of the Holy See of Oswald.Thousands of silent gazes fell on the old man, the bell in the Holy See rang a little more joyfully, and there were no faint footsteps at this time.

"Welcome, visitors—believers!" the pope said with a strange rhythm, raising his hands.His thin voice seemed to be caught by something, infinitely amplified, and rampant in the circular hall.Be it believers or visitors, they were all shocked by this thick voice.They bent their backs slightly, as if on a pilgrimage.

"—Tonight, our great day of prayer, another villain will be judged." The corner of the pope's eyes lingered on the black-haired man for a moment, and then continued: "Oswald, on God's glory Under the light, all dark mice cannot escape."

"Let us send the traitor back to hell."

He read the last sentence very lightly, and then exited the scene calmly.This is different from the past, there is no impassioned speech by the Pope, not to mention that the Holy Lady has not yet arrived.The believers could not help but bear the doubts and some anxiety, and lowered their heads even lower.

The footsteps came from outside the hall.

No one was surprised, it should be "Judge: Linde" who entered the arena at this time.This is a practice every year, the executioner of the Oswald Church, the flesh and blood of countless sinners were cut open by "his" dagger, and then the souls of the sinners returned to hell.He is the only black in the Holy See, because all the darkness is borne by him.

Rumor has it that he has black eyes that devour the night.

The boy who walked out of the Salvation Hall came to the center of the hall wearing a white mask.He also has black hair, waist-length, and a plain black robe, with a dagger hanging on his waist.The boy's steps were quiet and accurate.It seems that every step is very casual, but it is firm and straight to the cross.It seems that he came to the appointment not for killing, but for the nobleman's poetry meeting.

The believers suppressed their gradually heavy breathing, and the tension caused their hearts to beat.But no one dared to speak out. They all lowered their heads, staring at the floor tiles in front of their knees, expecting something.

The brazier that was erected at some time was placed beside the cross.The boy drew out the dagger, the divine tool: Judgment.The smooth blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, with almost no reflection.The young man put the dagger across the sky above the brazier, and the tongue of fire kissed the blade intimately, like a wet kiss between relatives.The blade was heated by the flames and turned slightly red. Then the young man threw off his sleeves and walked to the cross.

In the Oswald Cathedral, there was a dense grinding of gears, which was particularly harsh in the absolute silence.The entire Holy See seemed to be whispering, and then, within a moment, there was a silence, and then the buzzing bells reached the ears.

The clock struck twelve and the trial began.

The first bell rang, and the red knife stabbed steadily and quickly into the thigh of the judged, and the blood gushed out along the blood groove and fell into the groove engraved with spiral patterns.The believers put their palms together and closed their chests, softly chanting: "Our Father in heaven..."

The man suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of dark bloodshot eyes.He looked at the white mask that was close at hand, and at the peaceful and gentle eyes under the mask, a trace of relief and pleasure flashed faintly on his distorted face.He moved his lips quickly, and said in lip language: - "Remember who you are."

The second bell rang, the blade withdrew from the man's body, passed over the brazier again, and then the tip of the knife pierced into the man's arm.The boy's black eyes were still calm, as if he was just folding a not-so-beautiful spring flower.

The voices of the believers raised slightly, and they recited: "May your name be holy..."

— “Look soberly in the mirror and observe yourself.”

At the third bell, the point of the knife pierced the other arm.

"May your kingdom come..."

- "Don't be afraid of the future."

Fourth voice: "May your will be done on earth..."

—— "Remember what she looks like."

Fifth tone: "As if walking in the sky..."

—“Hold on to your knife.”

"Our daily diet..."

——"Don't forget the past."

"Give us this day..."

——"Don't be obsessed with power and sex."

"Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors..."

——"Don't forget the dragon god's oath."

"Lead us not into temptation..."

- "Don't forget your oath."

"Teach us from the wicked..."

—“Do not be merciful.”

"Because the kingdom, authority, and glory are all yours..."

——"Don't easily believe in love and hate."

At the last bell, all the faithful raised their heads and raised their hands.The bright red liquid has crawled out from the grooves engraved with spiral patterns under the cross like a snake, and the dark red lines outline a complex and frenzied magic circle.The scent of Qin with some kind of catalytic effect diffused in the hall, but when you smell it carefully, there is the stench of blood.

The feast of the banquet came, and everyone stared at the beautiful blade in the boy's hand until it pierced into the heart of the judged.

They shouted: "Forever, Amen!!"

……

Golden candlesticks, faithful in white... All the halls of the church are flickering with lights—except for one.

Only the "Hall of Salvation" remained in darkness.

The new year has arrived, but the boy is still kneeling silently in the dark night wearing the black robe embroidered with hell flowers.The black velvet curtains in the hall were drawn, and the hall door was closed.The boy's eyes lost focus, but he was still staring at the dagger in front of him.

The first ray of sunshine arrives as promised.It shone on the body of the knife, revealing a gloomy and indifferent light.

In front of the boy's eyes was still the man just now - the last words on his lips before his father died."But if it's making you miserable, let it go and live," he said.

At that time, the eyes of the dying man were full of tenderness and sadness that had accumulated for a whole century, and for the first time, a half-smile appeared on the face that used to have only a stern expression.It seemed to be the gentle and tall man many years ago, when he hadn't touched the blade of "judgment".

The young man grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, and rubbed the pattern between the handle with his fingertips.After a while, he whispered to himself softly, "I will take revenge."

An extremely suppressed killing intent flashed in those dark eyes, and the gray sadness was like a storm that was about to pass, but it disappeared soon.The boy closed his eyes again, regained his calm appearance, and said softly in the silent hall——

"By Oswald, under the radiance of the gods, all dark rats are inescapable."

"Let us send the traitor back to hell."