The vest magic changes the earth

Allen ran away overnight after receiving the news from Randolph that the heritage of their ancestors had been discovered. He could almost foresee that this cabinet would come to him like a hyena smelling carrion. family.

Then his father, who wanted to restore his glory but could only make a living by selling collectibles every day, would hit it off with them and rush to the front line of international power struggle.

It's terrible, Allen shuddered, then he might as well go to Randolph, although that man seems unreliable, it's better than this.

So he's sitting here now, in a cafe next to the port, waiting for the ship to Europe.He wants to leave the country first, then use Europe as a springboard to go to West Asia, use different false identities as a cover in the middle, and finally go to the Americas to join Randolph.

To be honest, Alan himself knew that he was able to get here thanks to the fat cat. It is really a good detective partner. After all, no one would suspect a fat and smooth cat on the side of the road.

The sound of the ferry docking on the port sounded, and the sea crashed against the shore. Allen stood up, and it was the boat he was waiting for.

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The entire Papal State is under martial law.

But everything that happens in its small country can be clearly seen by people nearby.

At the border, someone watched in shock as a tower crane drove into this ancient and glorious country, along with other mechanical equipment and an archaeological team.

They came here in front of St. Peter's Church, marked by faith, and started work.

At the joint meeting not long ago, these countries with the same beliefs finally made a decision—to open the tomb of St. Peter under the church and look for the silver key that belongs to the world.

The power of the state apparatus is unimaginable, especially when they are united, they exert amazing effectiveness.

With the last heavy roar, a dark gray stone slab was hoisted high, the loess fell rustlingly, and a beam of light came in.

After thousands of years, this mysterious place has been seen again.

The crowd of onlookers cheered, while Anthony I led the priests to pray.

People looked closely, and the cemetery of the king of saints was actually very simple.

Inside was only a dark wood-colored coffin, showing an irregular hexagonal shape, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a silver cross inlaid on the outside, which glowed lustrously in the sunlight.

There was the sound of the crowd gasping for air. Even after thousands of years, the coffin did not seem to have decayed at all. It showed the mild appearance of old wood, as if it had been put into a museum and carefully preserved. decades.

But considering the Mediterranean climate and underground environment here, this is almost impossible. It should have been corrupted long ago, and it is their luck to leave some residue.

But now, there is no stagnant water here, no corruption, except for the dust that fell from the stone slabs opened earlier, it is as clean as a newly built tomb.

An archaeological team assembled from the best elites from all over the world set up a ladder, walked down cautiously and excitedly, and approached the coffin.

As for the real owner of this land, Anthony I stretched his neck and watched expectantly, and the ancient hunter Kresnik stood beside him.

The first gray-haired old expert went down first. He was wearing a full set of work clothes and gloves. In the warm and cool weather of the Mediterranean season, he was still sweating all over his face.

They took tools and were about to open the coffin, but when they got in front of it, everyone was stunned.

The old expert circled around twice in disbelief, his eyes widened.

Colleagues around him began whispering, but no one made a move.

Looking at this scene, the people above couldn't help but feel anxious. The President of the United States stood on the top, and couldn't help urging in his heart. You must know that the best experts in their country came, and one of them presided over the tomb of King Hekatomnus. If there is anything he can't handle, then they are really helpless.

Just when the President of the United States was about to ask, the people below raised their heads first, "Gentlemen, this coffin has no lid! We can't open it!"

How is it possible, how did the corpse be put in, this is the first question that most people think of.

"Let me try."

The old expert saw the olive-skinned young man next to Antony I jumping down directly. He instinctively wanted to reprimand the other party for such reckless behavior that would destroy cultural relics, but his words were blocked immediately. This young man Like a light and big bird, he opened his arms and landed silently. His black coat was raised behind him like flying and restrained wings.

The quiet young man nodded to him, "Sir, I'm Cresnik." He spoke French with a strange accent.

He went forward, disregarding the obstruction of the people around him, he used his strength to push the lid of the coffin. What shocked people was that the coffin, which was a perfect whole without any gaps, was pushed open.

It made a thick roar, and the moment it was opened, it seemed that everyone saw the kingdom of heaven, where there were roads paved with gold, palaces made of crystals, gorse and silver birds flying in the sky, and the water of life flowing slowly .Among them, there is the light circle above the head, and the little angel with white wings on the back is singing hymns.

After all had seen the light of day, the sound of the hymn reached its peak.

But in an instant, everything faded away and returned to silence.

Lu Yi was thinking. He pushed the lid of the coffin just reluctantly before, but he did not expect that the power of the same origin of Cresnik could really open it. It seems that how the church put the silver key back before has also been explained... ...

But what happened in the previous world, why did those mysterious forces that existed and were so powerful disappeared silently?Lu Yi sighed, his eyes were sad. He never got the answer to this question. He seemed to have grasped a little inspiration before, and it disappeared soon.

What he didn't know was that this action fell into the eyes of the people around him, and he had some different thoughts.

The pope recovered from the shock of the kingdom of heaven, and heard Kresnik sigh below,

What is he sighing about?Is it nostalgia?I miss the era when the faith was the most prosperous, and I miss the kingdom of heaven that sheltered believers at that time.

Anthony I thought that during this period of time, he kept silent about asking Cresnik about why the church lost its own mysterious power.

He had a hunch that even if he asked, Kresnik would not tell him, not to mention, the found dead angel and the hunter sleeping in the cemetery all gave him a bad feeling, which may involve When it comes to gods or other high-level secrets, it is better for him to have little curiosity.

Just looking at the hunter's appearance, he seems to know something. Anthony I squinted his eyes and thought in his heart, so he should re-evaluate his identity and his status in the church at that time.

Judging from his opponent's clothing before, Kresnik should also be an ordinary hunter in the referee.But it was later discovered that the other party could speak Latin, and now he suspected of knowing the secrets of the high-level church.

He is definitely not as simple as an ordinary hunter!Anthony I made a judgment in his heart, so who are the people with special status in the church?

His first thought was of prophets and apostles.

How is it possible? Anthony I laughed at himself in his heart. What is a prophet? It is a person who is inspired to speak and a presence that shows the glory. The most famous ones are the prophet Jesus and the twelve apostles.

When he regained consciousness from the overwhelming thoughts, he found that the inside of the coffin was completely exposed. The inside was very simple, only a skeleton wrapped in linen and a scroll of sheepskin. In the center of the skeleton's heart, a handful of silver-white key.

The archaeological experts next to him stared at it fascinatedly, and Anthony I almost suspected that he would drip his saliva into it.

Cresnik said to him: "Your Majesty, please come and take out the key, this is your authority."

Anthony I dragged his decayed body down, and the next ladder was trembling, but when he held the silver key, it felt cold and hard, and he felt that he had grasped the authority of strength and faith.

Everyone around finally let out deafening cheers. Anthony I stood below, but felt that he was sitting on the throne, looking far away, and there were people walking and worshiping at his feet.

Only the roar of the archaeologist exploded in his ears, "This is a cultural relic! Put it down! Please touch it with gloves on, Your Majesty! It will destroy it, and it will bring unparalleled benefits to our trace and substance detection work." trouble!!"