Chapter 179 Deya discovered the secret in the church!
Deya, Lamia, Mavis, and Patricia entered this land without darkness.

A warm and gentle light enveloped his whole body, and no one would miss him. This gentle light had destroyed all of England's armies not long ago.

Deya did not summon the bone dragon, but rode a horse and galloped quickly.

At the beginning, the ground was relatively clean and only traces of the army's march could be seen.

As we got closer to the third largest church in Sussetstani, the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

As far as the eye could see, the bodies of church soldiers from both England and Sussetani began to appear on the land.

The corpses lay on the dry earth, and blood was flowing all over the ground, like a scarlet river across the land.

But what is strange is that in such a land full of corpses, there are no animals such as flies and vultures. This is very unreasonable.

Even the wounds on the corpses were pale and bloodless, without any signs of decay.

This is an eerily quiet morgue, with tens of thousands of corpses lying in all directions, occupying the view.

Comparing the total number of corpses, the Dawn Church on the Sussetani side far exceeds the English Church. If you don't look at the outcome of this war, you would just think it was a great victory for England.

"Most of the British soldiers should have been wiped out by Kirkadi II's ceremony."

Deya looked at the corpses all over the ground and said with a heavy face.

Such a pit of corpses did not make Deya feel angry at all, but even made him quite happy.

If no one wants so many corpses, I will take them myself.

But now is not the time yet. At least we have to defeat Kirkadi II and wait for him to have time to come and collect the bodies.

As they got closer to the legendary third church, Deya saw more and more corpses.

The corpses piled up on top of each other, the broken bodies, the shattered internal organs, and the angry or terrified looks on people's faces when they died, created a picture like hell.

The outer wall of the third cathedral finally appeared in Deya's eyes.

This is a vast and magnificent church, second only to the Cathedral of Dawn in England and Sussetstani in size.

However, from the outside, this church looks more like a fortress and does not appear magnificent. The high walls and various magical alchemical weapons on the walls show how much importance the Sussetani side attaches to this place.

The broken walls were also covered with blood. Deya seemed to have come to the depths of hell. The tragic battlefield around him and the gentle morning light formed a huge contradiction.

Entering the cathedral gate, there is a high staircase in front of you, on which there are various wooden fences and weapons such as crossbows.

There were also many corpses lying on these weapons, broken armor and broken swords were everywhere.

When Deya and others walked up the stairs into the cathedral, everything looked brand new again.

There is no trace of war here, it looks holy and solemn.

But even in this sacred temple, there were still more than thousands of corpses lying on the ground. They looked peaceful, without any wounds on their bodies, as if they had just had a peaceful dream.

These corpses should be the devout believers of the Church of Dawn who were sacrificed by Kirkadi II, as well as the middle and high-level officials of the church.

……

In the central square of the Third Cathedral, Kirkadi II, wearing a crown and complicated religious robes, stood there with a calm expression.

Behind him, Monroe, the president of the Inquisition, stood quietly, sword in hand.

Kirkadi II seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly said, "Monroe, your mind is in turmoil. You are doubting your faith."

Monroe was startled. He lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, please understand that I have no second thoughts about my faith in the goddess."

Kirkadi II said slowly: "You are confused, you are afraid, and you even feel reluctant."

Monroe's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said humbly: "Your Majesty, I..."

Before he could say anything more, Kirkadi II suddenly laughed and said, "You are right not to bear it, and I can't bear it either.

Look at these poor children and the sacrifices they have made for the cause of the Church. It breaks my heart to think of their sacrifices.”

Kirkadi II had a compassionate look on his face. He looked at the corpses at his feet and said sadly.

These corpses were not those of any extraordinary professionals, they were not even members of the church, but thousands of the most devout believers personally selected by Kirkadi II.

These most devout believers became the switch for the Pope to initiate the ceremony, using their lives and souls to accomplish this victory that no one in Sussetani had achieved in hundreds of years.

"Monroe, this is only a temporary sacrifice. All the elite troops and masters of the Anglo Church died here. Although we also suffered heavy losses, I am still alive, you are still alive, and God's gift is still under our control.

We have mastered how to use God's gifts. Before long, there will be no more pastors in the Anglo Church, and we will be the only orthodox ones in the Dawn Church.

By then, England will surely collapse, the heretics will surely be eliminated by us, and the goddess will surely praise us. Just the sacrifice of these people has brought about the unification of the church. I think the spirits of these devout believers in heaven will also be willing. "

Monroe opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

He didn't know whether those devout believers would be willing to do so. He only knew that the middle and high-level pastors in the church were absolutely unwilling to allow themselves to be sacrificed.

But Monroe didn't dare to refute Kirkadi II. The Pope in front of him was in this cathedral, and he could exert the terrifying power of the eighth ring.

If he showed the slightest reluctance, this cruel Pope would kill him without hesitation.

Monroe lowered his head and whispered, "You are right, Your Majesty. Only a small sacrifice will bring eternal victory in the future. It is worth it."

Kirkadi II smiled and said, "Monroe, you must remember who gave you your strength. It is the gift of the goddess and also my grace.

Without this gift, how could you, with your mediocre talent, become a seven-ring swordsman and the president of the Inquisition?

In the future, after the Dawn Church is unified and we seize the authority of the king of the mortal world, you will have a position second only to mine on this continent. I can even help you go one step further and reach the eighth ring!"

Kirkcaldy II's patient guidance did not make Monroe feel any gratitude.

The Pope's ruthlessness this time has made him clearly realize that he is just a tool that can be abandoned by the Pope at any time.

But he still said humbly: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"

"Well, some kids have come here. I wonder if there are some others we haven't noticed. Just in case, you go to the auditorium to guard it. Don't let anyone go underground. I will kill them here. No one can stop the unification of the church!"

Hearing the stern order from Kirkadi II, Monroe responded, retreated respectfully, and headed to the most important auditorium in the cathedral. Not long after, in a corner of the square, Deya and others slowly approached.

Kirkadi II said kindly, "It's you, Deya. The treaty between the Dawn Church and the Cavendish family is still valid. If you leave now, I will help the Cavendish family fight against the royal family."

Deya stopped several dozen meters in front of Kirkadi II. He sneered when he heard this:
"And then? Your Holiness, what you are going to do next is to get rid of the Cavendish family and unify the divine power and the royal power yourself?
Your Majesty, from the beginning we united because of the aggressiveness of the royal family, but now, the royal family is no longer a concern, and you have become the most dangerous person. "

If it weren't for that mysterious weapon, in Deya's opinion, the overall strength of the Church of Dawn would be no match for King Susetani.

In order to restrict the development of the Dawn Church, the royal family has been trying to do so over the past few hundred years.

But after knowing that the Pope possessed a terrible artifact, in Deya's eyes, he was the target that should be eliminated the most.

Kirkadi II asked softly, "Are you here for these people?"

The Pope's eyes turned to the corpses lying on the ground at his feet.

Deya shook his head and said, "If I say yes, it would be an insult to them. I am not here for them. I am here for the secrets of this church."

Kirkadi II sighed and said, "If this is your purpose, then there is nothing to talk about between us. Deya, you shouldn't come to this church. You have no chance of winning here!"

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, an invisible aura and domain suddenly spread out with him as the center.

[You are affected by the 'Dawn']

This line of text flashed on Deya's panel.

And Deya seemed to be cursed. Under the brilliant light of the morning sun, all hostile thoughts in his heart could not arise, and all his abilities seemed to be ineffective under this pure glow.

At this moment, Mavis's expression beside Deya changed, and a "charm" that was enough to make any living being obsessed with it suddenly descended.

The incredible charm seemed to make even the light obsessed and submissive. The power of charm and the morning light competed with each other in this central square.

When 'Charm' appeared, Deya's consciousness also cleared up.

The smile on Kirkadi II's face disappeared, and he said solemnly: "Oh? Is she your support?"

Mavis' emerald eyes fell on Kirkadi II, and she quickly said: "The pope of this Dawn Church is not a true eighth ring, but in this church, he has the strength of an eighth ring.

Lamia, use your mythical power to cooperate with me. I am not his opponent here because I cannot fight a protracted battle!"

The Time Witch did not hesitate at all. As soon as Mavis finished speaking, clocks appeared behind her!
Although Lamia only has the strength of six rings, which is still far from the eight rings, but as a great witch, she seems to have some kind of mysterious power.

Lamia herself could not use this power, but with the help of Mavis, she brought out a trace of the power of the Great Witch.

In an instant, the flow of time around him slowed down, and Kirkadi II in front of him seemed to be caught in slow motion, and his movements became frozen.

Mavis shouted in a low voice: “Deya, even if I borrow the power of the Great Witch, I can’t suppress this Pope in this church for too long.

You must quickly find the secret he has hidden and remove his special state. Be quick, as we don't have much time!"

Seeing Kirkadi II standing there motionless as if he was bewitched and time had stopped, Deya did not ask any more questions and quickly said, "Okay!"

The puppet who had been sitting on Deya's shoulder pointed anxiously: "Deya, it's right there, I can sense it, what we are looking for is right there!"

The direction Patricia pointed to was not the main hall of the church, but the small auditorium next to it.

Deya didn't think much about it. He believed in Patricia's judgment and immediately turned into a flock of crows, flew across the square and entered the door of the auditorium.

Hundreds of crows gathered in the auditorium, forming the silhouette of Deya.

The auditorium is just like the saint's hall in England, with many coffins placed there, and behind each coffin there is a staircase leading to the underground.

Deya stopped there.

Just in front of the stairs, there stood a man holding a long sword.

Monroe, the President of the Inquisition!

Seeing Monroe and thinking of what Mavis said about the limited time, Deya prepared to summon the bone dragon without thinking, to kill Monroe with all his strength. He even prepared Patricia's ultimate move, so as not to waste a single second.

But who would have thought that Monroe, who was standing at the stairs, suddenly made way and said, "Deya Cavendish, go ahead. I won't stop you."

Deya looked hesitant.

Monroe continued, "...Don't worry that I'm cheating. You should have met Alfred. If I hadn't let him go, he and his friends would never have escaped."

As expected, Alfred was let go by Monroe instead of escaping with his own strength, which is in line with common sense.

Deya thought to himself.

He walked towards Monroe step by step, preparing himself mentally.

As long as Monroe made the slightest movement, he would directly let Patricia use the Dark Moon Goddess's ultimate move, and then summon the Bone Dragon to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

Of course, it would be better if the President of the Inquisition did not stop me, because fighting would waste a lot of time after all.

Monroe stepped away and indicated that he was not in danger, but Deya still wondered if there was any trap here.

He checked quickly, but as a wizard he did not find any traps, and the spells to detect traps had no effect.

Coming to the stairs, Deya looked down.

The stairs leading to the basement were not steep, with only a dozen steps. When Deya walked down the stairs, a huge door several meters high appeared in front of him.

The door is engraved with the holy emblem of the dawn and many mysterious patterns. The door is majestic and no one knows what material it is made of, but it looks like it weighs several tons.

Monroe's voice came from above: "I have always known that the Pope's secret is behind this door, but I don't know how to open it. If you want to go in, you can only rely on yourself."

As soon as the President of the Inquisition finished speaking, Patricia flew to the door impatiently. She just put her little hand on the door, and the heavy door seemed to be stimulated to switch.

The heavy door slowly opened with a rumbling sound, revealing its secret to Deya.

Deya finally saw the mysterious object inside the door!

(End of this chapter)