There is such a fable among the people of the Andahar Plains and the Extreme Plateau:
Do you know why the main peak of the spine of Astra is known as the Star of Astra?
The giant maple-feathered geese sitting on the cliffs on the south side will tell you that the elemental cold wave will cross the main peak on that day, carrying our children and our homes into the Monan Abyss. The surviving tribes will be forced to abandon their former homes and migrate to the south. The rain turned the French sandy land into a swamp and also wetted our feathers. I left with this heavy feeling.
The Adrian griffon lingering on the cliff on the north side will remain silent, quietly lurking in its lair, covered in wind and snow. Every griffin is waiting for that sign, that light that lights up the main peak of Astra. They are about to spread their wings, chase that light, and fly towards destruction or rebirth.
"Verne-Aesop: The Epic of Zhuo Fan" The Forty-First Cycle of the Double Moon of the Light Era Jasmine Society Translation
Fang Wensi just looked up at the sky, his brown pupils reflecting the Astra star shrouded in thunderstorms in the north. Countless black spots circled around, pulling the thunder to form a huge purple-black vortex. Thunder mixed with shrill screams could be heard endlessly, accompanied by the fall of the black shadow.
"Do you know why the main peak of the spine of the Astra continent is known as the Star of Astra?" The old man's questioning voice gradually came from Fang Wensi's ears.
After coming back to his senses, Fang Wensi thought for a moment, shook his head, and was about to speak...
"Found it, Mr. Carlos. According to the guidance of the spiritual instrument, the possessed one is in front." Everyone looking for the sound looked in the direction of the sound. Fang Wensi was not the same, but secretly sighed: This gay voice sounds so gay. The line was almost bent along the way.
As everyone moved forward, a gray church gradually emerged from the dense branches and leaves. Looking at the stone tablets and niches scattered around the church, the maple leaves fell from time to time, adding a bit of desolation. Fang Wensi understood instantly, this is just a place where dead people are buried.
Carlos, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped. After thinking for a moment, he raised his right hand and said, "The Ulthuan Guards obey the order. No non-clergy members are allowed to approach the shrine of Ys." Those who responded to the order were neat and tidy. After the spear salute and the entire group left, only three or four people stayed in place.
"Priest Evans of Ulthuan, please open the door of the Ys Shrine." Carlos's voice interrupted Fang Wensi's thoughts again, because he clearly saw the old man and the Consul Lafayette looking at each other for confirmation. , the more I think about it, the more exciting it becomes.
"I said this is a pornographic photo door or a random door, but you still have to let me push it open?"
Fang Wensi couldn't help complaining, and then put his hand on the door and pushed it gently. Heavy pressure came from the palm, but the tall dark golden door in front of him did not move at all. Fang Wensi looked back awkwardly. Carlos, found him kneeling on one knee leaning on the giant sword, praying silently. Fang Wensi, who did not believe in evil, pressed harder against the door, repeating in his mind, open sesame, open sesame, open sesame,
Suddenly, a hand was placed on Fang Wensi's shoulder. Thinking that this was a grave, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Then, accompanied by the sound of the sword being unsheathed, a cold light pierced the person behind him, "I said , non-clergy are not allowed to approach the shrine of Isso, including the Priory of Sion."
Fang Wensi had never heard such a cold tone from Carlos. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what the grudge between the Priory of Sion and the Holy See was. The only thing he could do was to pause here.
"The Priory of Sion is directly ordered by the Pope. Not to mention you, even the Inquisition is not qualified to expel me from the priesthood."
"Huh, so what if I don't have the qualifications. Evil spirits appeared in Maple Town, but they hid it secretly and did not report it to the Holy City. Voroshilov, if we really want to pursue it, you know...",
"Sir Carlos, what a god as powerful as hell. From the day I entered purgatory, my gods and the hypocritical Holy See deprived me of my holy name, and I became an unclean person despised by everyone."
The old man interrupted Carlos's warning nervously, muttering like a madman, and then his tone darkened, and he said gloomily: "Don't forget, the one under the laurel crown is just like me." Then he walked gracefully past Carlos's sword and pushed Fang Wensi in front of the door. Divine magic lit up on his fingertips and traced along the gospel lines in the center of the dark gold door.
As Voroshilov's fingertips slid, the gospel lines exuded a holy brilliance, which was even a bit dazzling for Fang Wensi. Accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against the ground, a deep staircase extending downward suddenly appeared. The old man's back had disappeared into the darkness. When hesitating, Fang Wensi had no choice but to look back at Carlos, who had a complex look on his face, and smiled: "What material is this door made of?"
Caressing the slippery inner wall of the corridor, Fang Wensi couldn't help but feel frightened by the biting coldness coming from his palms. Carlos was walking in front of him. With the help of the weak light of Dou Qi, he could barely see the road under his feet. The oncoming wind mixed with The rotten dampness and salty water were raging in the long and dark corridor. Whether it was an illusion or a hallucination, Fang Wensi vaguely heard a woman's shrill cry coming from the inner wall of the wall.
"Did you hear that?"
Fang Wensi pulled Carlos's wrist and asked quietly, but Carlos suddenly stopped and looked directly at the deep and dark corridor in front of him with a serious expression. Fang Wensi turned his head and looked forward. There were lights not far away on both sides of the corridor. A pale flame like a candle flame continued to extend to the entire passage. There was a figure standing at the end of the road. It was the old man from before. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Behind him was another dark golden door, and he was crying repressedly. A sound like a demon's howl emanated from it.
"Smell of Luojia leaves, have you ever performed an exorcism ritual?" Carlos' tone was vaguely mixed with anger.
"Failed..." Voroshilov replied in a low voice.
Carlos rushed in front of Voroshilov, and Fang Wensi quickly followed, "Without the approval of the Holy See, you performed the exorcism ceremony without authorization. Based on this, I can..."
"What can you do? I will send you to the court again? Carlos, you don't know who is sealed in the body of the possessed man. If I didn't perform the great sealing technique in advance, this town would have been the devil's lost paradise."
"who is it?"
Voroshilov's face suddenly became solemn: "Spirit Devouring-Silt". As the brilliance of divine magic passed by in an instant, the dark gold door opened in response, and the sinister aura of decay hit his face.
As the successor of communism, Fang Wensi naturally did not believe in ghosts and gods. Even though he traveled to a different world, he still had a trace of luck in his heart. He walked through the door silently reciting the blessings of Marxism.
The scenery that comes into view is like a cave with karst landforms. The dome is open like a sinkhole. Looking up, you can see the colorful arcane cold wave in the sky. The holy moonlight of Al shines along the skylight-like rock cracks on the three buildings. On top of a stone pillar that exudes faint holy light, several iron ropes tightly connect the stone pillars. The holy light follows the trajectory of the chains and converges on the tied figure in the center of the stone pillar altar. Fang Wensi can only tell from a distance that it is a girl. Outline, he could feel the girl's pain from her cries, along with the anger that arose spontaneously in his heart, but it was fleeting, but the pain that was suppressed in his chest could not be calmed down for a long time.
"The seal has been loosened. We must find Sirte's true form through the possessor, Carlos. Otherwise, once the Devourer breaks through the seal, the consequences will not be as simple as performing an exorcism ritual without authorization." Voroshilov looked very anxiety,
"You mean the psychic ritual." Carlos was well aware of the stakes involved and would not investigate Voroshilov's guilt for the time being.
"Psychic, then who will be the medium?"
Fang Wensi quickly looked up the knowledge about exorcism in the encyclopedia and asked at an inappropriate time, only to find that the two people were staring at him with bad intentions. When he realized it, he immediately complained: "I believe you are a ghost. , you bad old men are so bad!"
Voroshilov lit the Luojia leaves in the incense burner, and the blue-gray smoke spread with the bitter and salty smell. Through the hazy haze, Fang Wensi glanced back at the stone pillars guarding the outside. Carlos found that he was also looking at her. Fang Wensi quickly looked away and observed the girl kneeling in front of him. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her face was disheveled and her appearance was unclear. Her clothes were stained and stained. The exposed skin was covered with scars from burns. Three arm-thick iron chains pulled the holy light and bound her hands and feet. Fang Wen thought clearly about the girl's appearance and brushed away the scattered hair on her forehead with his hands. , but unexpectedly the girl bit her hand,
"Fuck, the blowjob is so hard." The girl bit his finger tightly, and the severe pain was heartbreaking. Fang Wensi raised his hand to push the girl away. In a panic, he happened to look at the girl. The feeling was just like what he had seen before. After reading the description in a book, he looked at the girl's cold cave-like eyes and read a fiery desire. That strong sense of expectation deeply infected Fang Wensi. The sense of mission that emerged from the heart made Fang Wensi not want to live up to it. With such expectation, she gradually gave up her struggle, and the girl's eyes became confused. Two lines of crystal clear eyes appeared in her beautiful pupils, ticking down her cheeks on Fang Wensi's hand, and she slowly relaxed.
"This is your first time to participate in an exorcism ceremony, Brother Evans." Voroshilov poured the holy water into the vessel and finished watching the farce.
"Uh", Fang Wensi didn't know how to respond for a while.
"It's okay, just repeat it with me. Holy water is the most effective psychic invitation." As if he was talking to himself, Fang Wensi looked at Voroshilov's pretentious look and thought to himself, human beings Book...
"Ding..."
The chiming of St. John's bell suddenly echoed in the empty cave, as if it had washed away all the noise in the world. The girl covered her ears and rolled on the ground, gurgling blood flowing out of her ears, and the iron chains rattled in pain. .
"In the name of St. Michael the Archangel and Seraph," Voroshilov's voice was solemn and not to be lightly offended.
"With St. Michael the Archangel... No, why is it directly the second stage?" Fang Wensi now felt that he had been cheated.
"There's no time, just pull out the summons." Fang Wensi's head was pushed into the baptismal pool by Voroshilov. The strong sense of suffocation forced him to struggle wildly, and the devil's howl reached his ears from the water waves. Extra hazy, Fang Wensi gradually felt that his consciousness was leaving his body,
"In the name of Saint Michael the Archangel and Mighty One"
"In the name of St. Michael the Archangel and His Majesty the Archangel"
"Ding..."
Fang Wensi was no longer struggling. The devil's howl and Voroshilov's recitation were blocked by the holy water and seemed ethereal. It was like a flashback on the eve of death. He felt that he had opened a familiar door in his consciousness.
"In the name of the living saint, say your name." Voroshilov's voice was hoarse and trembling, and the only response was more terrifying screams and concussions.
"Say your name, devil!"
"Ding..."
The biting coldness seemed to freeze time, and everything was frozen in that second.
"Si...er...te",
Everything is quiet.