Chapter 786 I hope I’m not too late (please vote for the super large chapter)

The thick fog almost completely obscured all the surrounding vision. The red-haired woman raised her head and looked around while holding the disk in her hand. All she could see was the silent thick fog that made her unable to see her fingers.

Channels of light orange light fell from the disk in her hand, forming a shield like a curtain of light, enveloping her in it and blocking the erosion of the fog from the outside world.

Sizzling——

An extremely slight sound, as if flesh and blood were corroding, sounded on the light orange light. This was because the surrounding thick fog was trying to erode the shield.

This thick fog is similar to the thick fog in the hall when it first entered the inner church, but it seems to be slightly weaker than that thick fog.

But even so, the corrosion from this thick fog was extremely violent. The red-haired woman felt the trembling from the disc in her hand and knew that the disc could not last long.

Her eyes carefully looked ahead, and the hazy light cleared away some of the dense fog for her. She finally saw the figure of a young boy in front of him, almost completely immersed in the thick fog.

Until now, she felt a little more at ease.

Obstructed by the fog, she couldn't see any way forward at all, and the door completely disappeared after they stepped out of the thick fog.

Without direction guidance, she would probably be trapped and die in this dense fog.

Although judging from previous contacts, the young man didn't seem to have more information than her, and he might not be able to find a way to go deeper.

But intuitively speaking, judging from the powerful ability this young boy showed during their short time together, she believed that this young boy would definitely be able to find the right direction.

This is why she is willing to follow him into this thick fog.

Seeing the young man in front of her, she quickly followed him, but before she could reach behind him, the young man glanced around in the direction, holding something in his hand to feel, and then, as if receiving some kind of guidance, he walked along the path.

Rushing in a certain direction in the thick fog.

The red-haired woman was slightly stunned and immediately ran over.

At this time, He Ao, who was holding the diary in front of him, lowered his head and looked at the diary paper in his hand, which had become more illusory, while running wildly in the thick fog.

Under the vision of spiritual vision, these diary papers themselves are also made up of stacks of certain twisted patterns.

At this moment, the diary paper seems to be losing its energy supply, causing the twisted patterns that construct it to collapse. During this collapse process, these patterns are the most sensitive to the source of power.

When Ho pointed the diary papers in a certain direction, they collapsed more slowly than in other directions.

Obviously, the source of power of these diary papers is most likely in that direction.

At this time, these diary papers act as a kind of compass.

——

In the bright hall, a man in a white robe with gold threads stood quietly in front of a little girl in a red dress floating in the air.

At this moment, the little girl's smooth cheeks had normal delicate and lovely facial features. Her body seemed to be bound by some invisible thread. She stared at the man with wide eyes, some strange ripples flashing in her blood-colored eyes.

"Alice, your spirituality is so powerful and your talent is so amazing,"

The man quietly stared at the body of the little girl in the red dress. A sharp scalpel appeared in his hand, "Even if you have so many things piled up on your body and mixed with so much resentment, you still have a little bit of yourself left."

fragments of."

His smile was gentle and kind, and his voice was calm, as if he were facing a slightly rebellious junior.

"If those heretical sects hadn't invaded this time, causing the original program to be disrupted and giving you a chance to escape, we might have been deceived by you forever."

After hearing the man's words, the little girl did not respond, but struggled hard. The sticky blood flowed down her blood-red dress, dripping on the beautiful and delicate rock floor of the hall, seeping into

Gaps between floors.

"As you get older, you always fall into memories,"

Watching this scene, the man in white robe slowly raised the scalpel in his hand and pointed the blade in front of the little girl, "Fourteen years ago, it was also in this hall that your blood flowed down to build this...

The cornerstone of a great church.”

The sharp tip of the knife was suspended one or two centimeters above the girl's body, and slowly passed through the air along the lines of the girl's body. The calm and gentle voice contained some wistful emotion,

"My dear little niece, your spirituality is so powerful. If it were me now, I would definitely not sacrifice you. Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

"After all, if I didn't sacrifice you, I wouldn't have been able to get the chance to enter the core of the church's power, and I wouldn't be where I am now."

The sharp scalpel hovered over the little girl's heart, "Fate is always like this, unpredictable and delicate. We don't know what consequences an accidental action will have over a long period of time."

Thick blood seeped out from between the girl's collar, dyeing her pale collarbone red. The girl's eyes widened and she stared at the man who still maintained a gentle smile.

"It seems you have felt it,"

The man looked up at the huge dome above his head, his tone was calm, and his voice seemed to carry some kind of long-lasting memory,

"After all, you have experienced it once, haven't you? We cannot completely kill you who have become the cornerstone of this church, but we can repeat the ceremony that was held at the beginning and completely dismantle the last remaining bit of your spirituality into the cornerstone.

.”

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl's pale cheek. He slowly pressed down on the scalpel in his hand, and pressed the sharp blade against the girl's heaving chest. "There's still a little bit left, the time is almost here."

Hazy figures appeared in the entire hall one after another. They overlapped and surrounded the two people standing in the middle of the hall. Some of them were whispering, some were silent, but everyone was watching here.

The man was not surprised by the appearance of these figures. They were reflections left in this church when the ceremony was held fourteen years ago.

This church is like a video camera that records what happened in the past and then releases it again when the 'ceremony' is restarted.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

Thick blood dripped down the long skirt and fell to the ground.

"People keep doing the same things they did in the past over and over again,"

The man looked at the little girl staring at him, "You still haven't given up hope, hoping that your 'brother' will come to save you, but you have already discovered it, haven't you?"

With a smile on his face, he lowered the sharp scalpel little by little, "You saw my watch in the closet. In fact, you already knew that your brother would never come,"

His cheeks slowly dropped, staring at the girl's widened blood-red pupils,

"One thing I didn't lie to you back then was that your brother was indeed crazy. He actually knew how special you were. If he had chosen to sacrifice you, then maybe he would be the one standing in my position today.

"He is crazy, so he chose to keep you and not allow you to go out, for fear that you would be snatched away by us.

"But what can he do? He is just a child. There are thousands of people like you in this world. Who can change their own destiny?

"So he is indeed crazy."

The man slowly straightened up. Under the soft light of the church hall, the dividing line between his golden white robe and the girl's blood-colored dress seemed no longer so clear.

"Okay, the time is up. Most of your strength should have been taken away. Now everything should be over."

He glanced at the old-fashioned watch on his wrist, then at the little girl's delicate and lovely pale face, and shook his head slightly.

"What's the use of me telling you this? You died fourteen years ago, and what's left here now is just a trace of obsession."

The sharp scalpel cut open the bloody clothes bit by bit and fell on the pale skin. "The person you are waiting for will not come. He would not have come fourteen years ago."

The little girl stared at the man's face, and the expression that originally had some fluctuations finally became completely silent.

The paper butterfly lying on the tip of her hair slowly lowered its wings and remained motionless.

The sharp scalpel cut through the cold skin, and the little girl's body trembled subconsciously.

The pain that was engraved into her soul seemed to have passed through the years and came to her again.

The surrounding illusory figures all fell silent at this moment, and everyone stared at the two people in the center of the hall.

The history of the past seems to be repeating itself at this moment.

boom--

At this moment, a white stream of light was like thunder falling from the sky, with a violent sonic boom, crossing the sky, hitting the scalpel in the man's hand, and knocking the man's scalpel away.

Bang-bang-

The sharp scalpel and the white scabbard fell to the ground almost at the same time, inserting themselves into the solid stone floor.

The man turned his head and looked in the direction from which the stream of light flew.

"cough,"

A young boy with a pale face was standing in front of the open door of the wooden cabinet, holding a white knight's sword in his hand, watching him silently, "Uncle Rockaway, long time no see."

A red-haired woman wearing tights also walked out of the darkness of the cabinet almost at the same time, standing behind the boy. She looked at the surrounding hall, "Are we back?"

"No."

He Ao shook his head calmly, his eyes still staring at the man in white robe with golden silk not far away.

Although the appearance of this hall was exactly the same as the hall they first entered, the twisted pattern on the ground floor was actually completely reversed. They seemed to have returned to the starting point, but in fact they had entered 'another hall'.

At this time, the man in the golden silk robe was looking at He Ao's face, his eyes slightly narrowed under the golden round glasses. After a brief pause, he smiled gently with a little surprise,

"Iroh, I didn't expect you to come in, but I'm quite surprised that you still remember me after not seeing me for so many years."

"I don't remember you,"

He Ao shook his head slightly, "I just remembered your mask."

Rockaway was once an old neighbor of the Novis family. In Ilo's memory, he was a very "kind and gentle" person. He often gave Iro candies when he was very young and talked with Iro's parents.

The relationship is going well.

Back then, Iroh played well with several children in the kindergarten, and they all had a good relationship with Rockaway.
To be continued...