Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

Chapter 103 The Sword of Kindness

Andre turned his head to look at the crowd, nodded to them and then took a deep breath, holding his hands on the iron door.

With his eyes closed, a faint holy light appeared from his hands and imprinted on the door.

The light slowly flows around along the lines of the gate until it completely outlines the outlines of the statues on both sides.

The statue of a girl holding a sword waved down the hand holding the sword.

The old woman holding the lantern slightly raised the lantern in her hand, and a faint golden light shone in the lantern.

Under the flowing light of the holy light, the two statues actually moved slightly.

Andre opened his eyes and used his hands hard. With a creaking sound, a gap opened in the middle of the closed door, and it slowly opened to both sides with the push.

The empty darkness was revealed in front of everyone, and a cold wind mixed with a dull smell floated out.

"Wait a minute, this cold wind..."

As soon as Alka felt the cold wind, the familiar feeling came to his face, and he turned his head to look at Gami and Jason behind him.

Both of them nodded involuntarily.

Andre looked at Alka and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this cold wind?"

"When we won the wheat crown before, the priest who turned into an evil spirit gave people this chilling feeling."

Although the Dark Territory is forever shrouded in darkness, the feeling is a bit cold at most, without the chill of winter.

This is a very obvious difference.

Hearing Alka's words, Andre nodded, and everyone knew what he wanted to express.

Various means of targeting the undead have emerged.

The golden lines on the finger tiger have been lit up, and the same is true for Xia Daiti's bandage.

The wheat laurel wreath Jason wore on his head emitted a faint golden halo and enveloped everyone's feet.

Does this wheat laurel wreath have such a function? Alka didn't understand either. Maybe it was Jason's own ability that was just amplified by the wheat laurel wreath.

The magic lantern that Alka had found before floated in front of them under Alka's control.

A mirror made by Alka to control the angle appeared around the lantern.

Reflecting the light out slightly saved Alka's magic power and made it more convenient.

Following Andre, he walked in slowly.

Directly opposite the door is a wide corridor. The carpet originally laid on the corridor has long been blackened and damaged.

Its original color can no longer be seen clearly.

As the lights illuminated, the long chairs on both sides of the road were also revealed. The chairs were made of wood and some stones.

It is also engraved with patterns and patterns representing the Virgin Mary, which is carefully designed at first glance.

But now it has long been covered with weeds that have climbed up from unknown time, and the wood of some seats has long been rotten and smelly.

Alka looked around as she moved forward.

No cobwebs, no insects.

It was exactly the same as the small church they explored before.

Logically speaking, a closed building like this would already be filled with cobwebs and various insects living in the dark.

Except for the various decorations and furniture that have been damaged over time, other places appear relatively clean.

In this way, everyone cautiously followed the wide aisle to the innermost part of the prayer hall.

A statue of the Virgin stood in front of them once again.

This statue is much smaller than the one outside, but it is more finely carved. Below her, a sacred meaning comes to the face.

Even the surroundings of the statue have been covered with real wheat ears. Although these wheat ears look dead, if you don't look carefully, you would think that they have withered long ago.

"Can wheat ears survive in such an environment?" Looking at the golden wheat ears, Alka couldn't help but ask.

This is too counterintuitive and unnatural. Even if these wheat ears look like they are withering, you must know that this place has been closed for 400 years.

Andre looked at the ears of wheat and the aisle they walked along.

He also noticed something wrong inside the church, frowned and said, "Be careful, something is alive and maintaining the church."

The most powerful evidence is these wheat ears.

"The reason why these wheat ears can survive and grow is that someone is still providing faith in the church. Every cathedral and the wheat ears under the statue of the Virgin reflect the faith of the people."

His explanation was mainly for Alka and Jason. Jason joined the church halfway, while Alka was a member of the church by birth, but knew little about the church.

"It's dangerous here in Alka, something is watching us."

Lucilia's voice penetrated Alka's ears.

Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but turn around and look around.

At this time, Andre's voice was heard: "Be careful, I feel an unknown sight."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but become alert, and Alka had already raised the gun in his hand.

The lenses around the lantern also followed Alka's control, reflecting the light around, and carefully searching the surroundings.

However, I didn't see anything strange at all.

But even though Andre said this, he just stayed there for a while, looked around warily, and then waved his hand to signal everyone to move on.

Following Andre, he came to the door next to him and walked from the side passage to the space behind.

"Let's go to the Growth Hall, where the sacred artifact should be placed." Andre said.

For such a large church, the prayer hall in front is just the most basic facility for every church.

It is used to receive believers who come to the church to pray every day and receive their donations.

All kinds of simple daily activities are carried out here, and it is also the place where residents in a city come most often.

There are countless rooms at the back that are used for priests to rest or for other purposes.

Passing through the confessional, the unknown gaze still stayed on them and did not shift.

However, only Andre and Lucilia, who was also a soul, could feel it, but no one launched an attack.

In this way, everyone remained vigilant and came to the growth hall at the rear.

According to Alka's understanding, every cathedral should have such a hall.

It is generally used for the baptism of newborn babies and a place to pray for blessings for them.

As soon as I came here, the place where the light shined was full of various murals and sculptures, which seemed to tell some stories.

There is a wall that tells the history of the establishment of this church.

Alka saw a blue outline standing in the distance.

As soon as Andre came in, he cast his gaze in that direction.

Alka gathered light and formed a beam of light to shine through.

It was a cylindrical stone platform. The stone platform was very well protected, and there was no sign of damage or the passage of time.

The gold edges and various sculptural decorative patterns on it are very perfect and new.

An upright sword blade just stayed on it steadily, with no idea how it stood upright.

The hilt and the blade are of the same silver color, the grip has a spiral pattern, and the handguards are shaped like wheat ears and are tilted to both sides.

The sword's blade is long and slender, but it doesn't feel very sharp. It's obviously a double-edged one-handed sword, but it feels like a stabbing sword.

Blue outlines surrounded it, of course this was only in Alka's field of vision.

There is no doubt that this is the goal of their trip.

The sword of mercy.

The cold wind howled, and the biting cold suddenly appeared in the hall, surrounding everyone.

A familiar feeling imprinted on my mind.

Alka knew that the being who had been watching them was about to appear.

"Get out of here, you disrespecters!"

A hoarse voice came, and a green figure appeared not far in front of everyone.

He stood in front of the stone platform with the Sword of Kindness.

This evil spirit was obviously different from what Alka and the others had met before. His appearance was that of an old man with a gray beard that hung down to his chest.

On his head is a laurel wreath surrounded by metal wheat ears that shows his status, and on his back is a cone-shaped cloak that hangs down to his hips.

The color of his clothes was indistinguishable because he was a soul. He was holding a scepter that was as tall as his body in one hand.

This was none other than a regional archbishop of the Church of Our Lady.

Xia Detti said this in his ear.

Andre looked at the figure of the evil spirit, opened his mouth and communicated: "We are not disrespectful people, we are members of the church, and we are here to retrieve the sacred vessel for the church."

However, the evil spirit just stared at them, opened his mouth, and continued to repeat: "Get out of here, or you will suffer holy punishment!"

"Leave!" "Get out!" "Don't desecrate the holy place!" "..."

One voice after another came.

The souls of evil spirits appeared around them one after another.

Everyone immediately stood up back to back, wary of their surroundings.

There was actually not just one, but a group of them.

Isn't this equivalent to all those who touch it in the church turning into evil spirits?

There are priests wearing the same robes, but their souls have different changes.

It can still be seen that a priest is not much different from an ordinary soul. At most, his clothes look a little shabby.

The bad one was exactly the same as the evil spirit that Alka and the others met on the last island. Its limbs had long been alienated and it could only make a hoarse roar.

In addition, there are knights wearing heavy armor, but there is not much difference between them.

Wearing knight armor all over, the two-handed sword held in his hand was guarded on both sides with a very serious posture.

Andre looked at the evil spirits emerging around him and their expressions that seemed completely unable to think.

I couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that there is only one way to get back the Sword of Mercy.

He slowly clenched his fingers with both hands, and the golden lines on the tiger began to emit a faint light.

"Everyone, let these followers of the Holy Mother return to the soul realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was like a cannonball, flying out with a loud noise and hitting the archbishop in front of him.

Seeing Andre in action, the others took action immediately.

Those evil spirits made terrifying screams in an instant, and thick green mist emerged from their bodies, even mixed with a hint of red light.

The sudden screams immediately put Alka into a trance. These sounds were extremely harsh, with a hint of magic, stimulating his spirit.

The locked ones that were originally raised and aimed at the enemy began to shake.

"Silence!"

Vanessa stood in the middle and roared, stretching her fingers into the sky.

The semicircular transparent wave swept to the side. As the wave swept past Alka, the sounds from the outside world disappeared in an instant.

It's like my ears have gone deaf, and I can't hear the slightest sound.

Taking this opportunity to regain his mental clarity, Alka pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The bullets spread out, braving the holy flames and flew forward.

The bullets penetrated these evil spirits, and some bishops could not help but make expressions of pain, but Alka could not hear their roars.

Only the knight-like evil spirits continued to rush towards them as if ignoring the pain, without being affected at all.

And on the way to attack, he disappeared and disappeared from their sight.

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