Octave flew backwards like a broken kite, his cardinal robe tattered, blood spraying from his mouth like mist, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness.
Suddenly, the expression on his face was distorted, and one holy light burst out from his body, weaving four pairs of white wings behind his back.
The eyes slowly opened, and the pale blue eyes became cold and colorless, staring at Lucian indifferently with a condescending majesty.
"An angel is coming?"
Lucian's surprised voice reached Octaf's ears, and he couldn't help but say with a little pride and pride: "We are righteous people who have received the Lord's favor, and we are disciples who truly uphold the will of the Lord.
He spoke quickly, speaking in the heavenly language recorded in the "Holy Scriptures".
After all, Octave was conscious of his sharp thinking and unusually clear in the case of angel possession, and understood that this kind of power could not last, and that if the two sides continued to fight, there would be too much movement, which would easily attract the attention of the Cathedral of Radiance, the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, and the Palace of Nexer, so the wings fluttered behind him, and countless ethereal and dreamy points of light floated out, converging into a solemn and magnificent aura, surging towards Lucian.
Seeing Lucian's transformation into a sky knight blocking left and right, even if he exerted the strange power of his left hand, he could not break this "holy aura" in a short period of time, Octaf snorted contemptuously, and then without entanglement, a flash flew to Lund's side, and he was hit by the crystal dragon's breath, and he was caught in a state of mental paralysis, relying on four pairs of wings to block the dragon's claw attack, forcibly breaking free from the surrounding shackles and escaping from the "Church of Salvation".
The wings converged, the light dissipated, and Octave used his magical spell, taking Lund into the darkness and quietly walking away.
He knew very well that Lucian and his "familiars" could not be pursued, and if they exposed their secrets, they would definitely be the first targets to be erased by Sald, Stone, and other eighth or ninth-level cardinals and elite nightwatchmen, so they must seize the opportunity to leave now.
In the continuous change of the Xingzang, Octave used different divine techniques to deal with traces, and when Lund recovered, he was asked to use his special ability to eliminate bloodlines to cover it up, and then he really went to his destination.
The previous battle stopped in time and did not alarm the big people in the city, so the night at this time was quiet and deep, making people feel peaceful.
"I didn't expect to run into Lucian Evans......" Lund said with bitter hatred, only hating himself for not being able to kill this evil and cunning devil on the spot.
Octave snorted: "He only attacked to succeed, if they were talking to Richard and we came later, then they might not be able to escape. However, pay attention to his left hand, which is very strange, very similar to your bloodline elimination, but it seems to be better in nature, and there is a feeling of suppressing my divine magic from the rank."
"Rank suppression? Could it be the suppression of divine magic by high-ranking angels? Is it possible that Sean was really an archangel before he was reincarnated, a fallen morning star, the left wing of God?" Lund was stunned and said that although he and many of the Night's Watch often referred to Lucian as a fallen angel or a fallen morning star, they didn't actually take it seriously, and always thought that the Pope's crown had explained it this way in order to eliminate the influence.
Octave was miserably made by that left hand just now, and instead of refuting Lunde with lingering fears, he became silent, suspecting that this might be the case.
In the indescribable silence, the two walked forward for a while, and then Octave whispered: "Wait a moment, ask the great prophet, he is the 'king of angels' has come, with the will of the Lord, to destroy the fallen pope, you should know Lucian's secret, and when we deal with him in the future, we can be more targeted."
Lund nodded slightly: "We have to apologize to the great prophet later, we failed to win over Richard, nor did we kill him to blame the magician. By the way, Your Excellency, why have you become long-winded, and there are many unnecessary things that need not be said."
What he meant was that Octave only needed to say that he was the "King of Angels" when he mentioned the great prophet just now, and that he should know Lucian's secret, and there was no need to insert a fallen pope in the middle, for fear that he would not know, but he was also a core member of this secret organization, so what did he not know?
Octave touched his face, which was no longer visible under the treatment, and the painful pain still clearly appeared in his mind, making him feel swollen and slow to think, so he said bitterly: "I just hurt my head, maybe my speech and physical functions are temporarily out of control."
Lund nodded understandingly, didn't say anything more, and turned into a dilapidated chapel with Octaf.
The chapel is dilapidated on the outside, but unexpectedly holy and bright on the inside, almost comparable to the Great Hall of Light in the holy city of Reims.
But Octave and Lund were both unsquinting, as if they were back in their own homes, and walked familiarly through the prayer hall towards the confessional.
"Are you back?" A strong and sharp young man walked towards him, he looked only about thirty years old, but he was wearing the iconic cardinal's robe.
Octave nodded slightly: "Arthur, the operation failed."
He recognized this man as the most valued cardinal around the great prophet and the most gifted priest in the Diocese of Holm in the past fifty years, becoming a cardinal at the age of less than thirty-five, and now at the ninth level, one of the most favored candidates to become a minister of the Holy Spirit, but unfortunately because he was too radical, he had been excluded from the core of power in the Diocese of Holm.
Arthur, who had the name of the public in the Kingdom of Holm, narrowed his eyes in slight surprise: "Failed? You couldn't take down Richard with three level nine scrolls?"
"We were about to succeed, but we met Lucian Evans, who should have come to lobby Richard." Octave didn't mention the strangeness of Lucian's left hand for some reason, thinking it was a secret between himself and Lund, and could only tell the great prophet, "We were caught off guard by his sneak attack, and he fell into a passive position, and his familiar was a dragon, so we could only rely on the ability of the angel to escape."
Arthur's brown eyes seemed to have a strange color for a moment, and he pondered and said: "This is an opportunity, don't spread the news about Lucian Evans' contact with Richard for the time being, this may be beneficial to our future plans, and without evidence, with Richard's prestige among the middle and lower clergy, spreading it will not have any good effect."
Lund said calmly: "Arthur, I know what you mean, but the only one who can make the final decision on this matter can be the great prophet."
Arthur said nothing more and left here, returning to the Rentat Abbey.
Octave and Lund continued to walk along the corridor, and along the way they actually encountered seven or eight cardinal-level clergy, who were already the vast majority of the senior members of their secret organization, and they were also representatives of the most radical faction in the Diocese of Holm, accounting for about a quarter of the senior personnel of the Diocese of Holm.
"What's going on? Why are they all here?" Octave looked at Lund, who had developed himself.
Lund shook his head, saying that he didn't know: "Maybe there is an urgent matter to discuss, and we happen to have a mission out, so we'll know when we meet the great prophet."
Knocked on the door of the confessional room, and a gentle and clear voice came from inside: "Octave, Lund, are you back? Come in."
Pushing open the door, Octave and Lund entered the confession room and saluted the great prophet who had finished his confession.
The confession room was very narrow, and an ordinary candlestick emitted a light that was about to go out, making the room very dark, and the shadow dragged on, and a feeling of oppression and horror arose spontaneously.
And the great prophet in a plain white linen robe stood in the shadows, making it impossible for people to see his face clearly, only those deep eyes that seemed to contain the whole world attracted everyone's attention, as if even the soul would fall into it.
Octave found that the prophet was holding a book in his hand, but before he could see the name clearly, he heard the prophet's voice without a hint of anger: "The mission failed?"
"Yes." Both Octaf and Lund lowered their heads deeply before recounting what had happened before.
"This has nothing to do with you, it's my fault, I didn't ask the oracle in advance, and I didn't get the revelation about this matter." The prophet said sadly, as if he was the one who failed, and then his tone became uplifting, "But this shows that our path is right, and if we do not act, the clergy of the diocese will be seduced and corrupted by evil magicians one by one, and the pope and some members of the cardinal order are accomplices of evil!"
"You are the great prophet who leads us against evil." Octave and Lundzi drew a cross on their chests, "Only the truth endures!"
"What do you think of Cardinal Salder? Is it possible for him to join us?" The Prophet asked the two of them.
Octave and Lund raised their heads at the same time, looking at the prophet with some doubts, why ask this question?
In the midst of confusion, Octave, whose eyes were focused, finally saw the name of the book in the prophet's hand:
"Dream Interpretation".
"Great prophet, why do you read such strange books?" Octave looked at the prophet in astonishment, only to see the prophet's face suddenly distorted, and a divine and inexplicable brilliance appeared in his body, and the wings of white light spread out one after another, covering the confession room, covering the sky that appeared at an unknown time, dazzling and dazzling, making people can't help but lean over and worship.
"Seraphim, wrong......"
Octave was astonished to see that the prophet's face had become extremely handsome, like the legendary "face of God", but this face gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had just seen it.
A strange smile appeared on that handsome face, and lightning flashed through Octave's mind, and he blurted out:
"Lucian Evans!"
The confession room disappeared, the chapel disappeared, everything around it disappeared, and Octave opened his eyes to see Richard, the Crystal Dragon, and Lucian Evans watching him intently.
What's going on? Was it a dream just now?
Octave was shocked and panicked, Lucian smiled and spoke:
"The people you see are the embodiment of your heart, I think I probably know who is a member of your organization......"
"The chapel looks tattered on the outside, but on the inside it is comparable to the Great Hall of Light, which shows that you think you are doing a sacred thing, but you must hide it in the dark, and if necessary, you can be covered with blood and look up to heaven in hell......"
"If you cannot see the face of the prophet clearly, it means that when you see him, he changes his appearance or simply has a voice......"
"The confession room is narrow and dark, oppressive and terrifying, indicating that when you first met him, it was the time when you were at your lowest and most indignant, thinking that you were in the darkest and most depressing stage of your life, and the environment at that time should be similar to ......."
"Finally, I saw the wings of light from the prophet, which shows that he has shown in front of you that he has the ability to win your trust, perhaps the 'angel coming' hidden in you......"
With Lucian's straightforward words, Octaf's face gradually turned ashen, and Lucian Evans in his eyes turned his back to the light overflowing from the "Church of Salvation", as if six pairs of huge wings of light had really grown, making it impossible for him to distinguish whether it was a dream or a real one.
(End of this chapter)