Numerologist

The majestic Baroque building is covered with dry clouds, twelve stone pillars several feet high stand erect, and dozens of statues of gods are carefully carved on the eaves of the Holy Gate.The interior of the cathedral is even more magnificent, with intricate and exquisite patterns drawn everywhere, inlaid with shining gold, silver and precious stones, far more luxurious than any royal palace.

"The Walnut Kingdom has lost another city, alas..." the skinny old king sighed with a crown full of jewels.

The bearded king who was walking beside him clenched the sword at his waist with a heroic face, "If the devil invades our land, I will die in battle to defend my people."

"You pine nut country is far away from the front line, you don't know their horror." King Walnut, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a miserable face, "Ordinary soldiers can't get close to those demons at all. Once in contact with them for a long time, they will be killed." They assimilate into demons."

He is useless and can't protect his own people, but how can ordinary people like them deal with creatures like demons?

"The Holy See Holy Knight Legion has a limited number of people, but those demons are mass-produced by high-ranking magicians, and they are changing. This battle..."

The rest of the kings and nobles understood the unfinished words, and they didn't discuss any more, but their faces were full of sorrow.

There are priceless oil paintings hanging on the walls of the loggia, and the dome is painted and carved with pictures of the gods. However, no one cares about the art that was talked about at that time.In the oppressive atmosphere, everyone looked gloomy.

"The Pope summoned us this time, is there a way?" the mustache king muttered anxiously.

He was ready to die for his country, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

King Walnut looked up at the blue sky, and saw the cloudy and black air in the southwest.

His domain is under that cloud, "I wish..."

May they still have hope of defeating the demons.

While speaking, everyone had arrived at the main altar outside the nave of the cathedral.

The main altar is a high platform made of jade, engraved with simple and complicated rune formations.His Excellency the Pope is a middle-aged handsome man with three-dimensional facial features and a pair of amber eyes that seem to be always calm and peaceful.His pure white robe and cap, embroidered with gold thread and studded with pearls and gems, were majestic and luxurious.

Standing behind him on the left and right are the Holy Son of the Holy See and the Golden Paladin.The two of them represent the two major forces of the Holy See, one civil and one military, complementing each other.

The remaining bishops and knights of the Holy See stood under the main altar, standing in separate courts with the kings and nobles.

"My lord Pope." Everyone saluted together.

The Pope raised his golden staff, and the pigeon's blood gem on his white gloves glistened in the sun. "God has pity on the world, and sent an oracle..."

Everyone bowed devoutly and listened to the oracle.

"Demon energy ravages the earth and harms the common people... Only by opening the sacrificial circle with the body of the Holy Spirit can the God of Light be summoned..." The pope's voice was solemn and steady, "The light of God will shine on the earth and dispel the haze."

A long section of the oracle can be summed up in one sentence: Find a person with the body of the Holy Spirit to go to the altar, open the sacrificial circle, sacrifice yourself to summon the gods to come, and save the world.

As we all know, the holy son of the Holy See is the body of the holy spirit, which is rare in the world.His light power is at its purest.

Hearing the oracle, it was different from the excitement of the people below who were in the rain after a long drought. The golden paladin Bai Fu on the main altar suddenly felt a little bit in his heart, and looked at the Son quietly, just in time to meet the surprised eyes of the Son.

"In the middle of the pure forest in the depths of the altar, the journey to the altar is far away, and there are demons obstructing it. I invite you to come here, hoping that you can recruit talents and strangers, and escort the Holy Spirit with my Holy Court Knights Go to the altar with your body." The pope spoke modestly, but the coercive aura on his body was so overwhelming that no one dared to ignore it.

The status of the Holy See is above all countries, and now the orders issued by the Pope himself, the kings will naturally not disobey.

The attack of the demon army is a disaster for the entire human race. They thought it was hopeless, but now the oracle pointed out a road leading to the dawn of hope. Even though there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, they must complete it!

"Thanks to the God of Light—"

"Thank you Pope—"

"Thank you Holy Son—"

They are saved!This continent is saved!

They cheered and jumped for joy, expressing their depression for days.

The Pope stood on a high place and looked down at the crowd, but there was no joy in his eyes.There was a hint of sadness on his usually peaceful and peaceful face.He turned around, said softly "Carol, follow me" and got off the main altar.

The holy son Carlo still had a face of divine mercy on his face, nodded slightly, and followed the Pope to leave.

Looking coldly at the crowd below, who only cared about joy, and at the two people who left one after another, the paladin Bai Fu's eyes were gloomy, and veins appeared on the back of his hand holding the sword hilt.He stood there for a moment, then followed.

Holy See nave, prayer room.

The Pope stood in front of the huge stone statue of the God of Light, with his back to the Son.The sunlight from outside the glazed window leaked in, and the colorful light reflected on him.

"Carlo," the Pope called softly, with a trace of helpless sorrow in his voice, "I'm sorry."

The Holy Son looked down at the marble floor silently.The sacrificial circle of the altar needs to burn the soul power of the sacrificer.As a person who is about to be sacrificed, the Holy Son cannot be in a good mood.But if, sacrificing him alone can save the world... He is always willing.

"You were sent to the Holy See when you were seven years old, and I was the one who taught you. Your innate power of light is extremely pure. You follow me and serve the statue all the year round. You can be said to be the person closest to the God of Light in the world. "The Pope sighed softly, "If it wasn't for the birth of the Demon King, I would have wanted to train you to be the next Pope."

The Holy Son looked at the Pope's slightly hunched back, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, he choked up and called out "Your Pope".

Taking off the white gloves, revealing a dry and thin hand, the Pope turned around and looked at him fixedly.A group of gentle light gathered in the skinny palm, however, after a while, this group of soft light dissipated.

"Carlo," the Pope said in a word, "I don't have much time."

In the last battle with the devil, although he repelled the devil, he was seriously injured and his strength was exhausted.

"There will be no next Pope. The secret that the Holy See has kept for hundreds of years, I will tell you now..."

After listening in a daze, the Holy Son's face was full of disbelief, as if his belief had been overthrown, and then he gradually became numb and desperate.

"Child," the Pope hugged him softly, whispering guiltily, "I'm sorry."

Close your eyes, look up, and let the tears flow back to your eyes.The Holy Son hugged back vigorously, his voice hoarse, "Father."

The Holy Son was a war orphan. When the Holy See tested the light attribute at the age of seven, he was favored by the goddess of luck, and he was found to be the body of the Holy Spirit, which is rare in a century.Over the years, the Holy See has been his home, and he has always regarded the Pope as his father who taught him to grow up like a master.

For more than ten years, he prayed day and night in the Temple of Light, constantly exercising the power of light.He has always been a faithful believer in the God of Light, but now he is told...

Faith collapsed in an instant.

God, will not save the world at all.

The only thing they can beg for is themselves.

The Pope dragged his rapidly aging body into the transept of the cella.Before his death, he will never leave this prayer room exclusive to the Pope.

After staring up at the statue for a while, the Holy Son gradually digested the secret.He rubbed his face hard, restrained his emotions, put on his usual mask of divine mercy, and walked outside.The pope retreated, leaving a lot of things that he needs to deal with.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the nave, someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the corridor around the corner.

The paladin pressed him against the wall with one hand, and with burning anger in his eyes, he asked in a low voice, "What did the old man tell you? What happened to the sacrificial circle at the altar?"

The author has something to say: Baroque architecture, it is recommended to search for "St. Peter's Basilica", it is magnificent and gorgeous.