Chapter 136 The Place of Seven Hills

  The deep night sky is like an iron curtain, completely enveloping the city of faith, and the heavy thunderous sound comes from the distance of the iron curtain, getting closer and closer as time goes by, until it jumps out of the darkness.

  It was a dark steed, spraying white mist in the cold night, draped in delicate iron armor, glowing with moonlight, like a shooting star running in the dark, so that it can be distinguished from the darkness.

It rushed all the way, and finally reached the center of the city. The distorted jungle in its field of vision continued to enlarge. When it approached, it was discovered that they were erected lances. The knight guarded the sacred stairs like an iron wall without words. The horse slowly stopped, and the magnificence and sacredness behind the stairs were reflected in the eyes of the animals.

The priest leaped off his horse, his cheeks were as hard as sculpted marble, with the vicissitudes and perseverance peculiar to middle-aged people. He did not act in a hurry, but took off the firecrackers and sword from the horse bag. It stands to reason that the weapon is It is forbidden to come near here, but he has the privilege to insert it into the black religious robe, and a little bit of wind and snow stains the black, it seems that he has just come from the snow curtain.

  The mottled iron cross on his chest shook with the wind and rang like a silver bell.

  "How is it? This place is getting colder and colder."

  With the arrival of the priest, a knight walked out of the queue. The helmet was engraved with a brass cross sword, and the sword was engraved with holy words, crucifying the twisted weirdness, with a sacred sense of killing.

  This is a group of templar knights. After the Saint-Night event, he took over the protection of Saint Nalo Cathedral. Under the knight's sword on his waist is a modern sophisticated firecracker, which can penetrate iron armor at close range.

  They seemed to be old acquaintances. After checking the priest's identity in a process, the knight chatted with him casually.

"It's not bad, after all, it's for the Pope. The treatment is the highest. Even the big people bowed to me... And Fei Lengcui has already begun to snow, and it should spread to this place soon, hopefully. Your armor is ready to keep warm, Charles."

The priest spoke slowly, lit a cigarette, and the slight flame of the fire illuminated his cheeks. The light stretched along the scar at the corner of the mouth and spread to the back of the neck. It was a fatal scar. It is hard to imagine this one. What happened to the priest, and it is hard to imagine what kind of attachment made him alive.

   "Oh, they are not in awe of you, Anthony, they are in awe of the Pope you represent."

  Charles teased, he wears a heavy helmet, and the shadow covers most of his cheeks.

Although    was mocking the priest, Charles said with awe in his heart.

  This is the place of seven hills. No one will be in awe when he is mentioned here, just like closing his eyes involuntarily when witnessing the blazing sun.

It was the pope who was as shining as day. He turned the tide in the aftermath of the Holy Night and turned the whole gospel church back on track. Some people wanted to secretly dominate this unstable pope, but he was slashed by thunder. In addition, the entire Templar Knights followed his order to cleanse all enemies overnight. Violators were nailed to the cross on unreasonable charges, and the divine power and political power were firmly in his hands.

Some people say that he is the pope least like the pope. The sacred faith is only his means to achieve his goals. Others call him the emperor of emperors, the most cruel and swift man among the popes. During the most powerful period, perhaps the entire Western world was already under the rule of the Gospel Church, and it was even said that there would be a torrent of fleets sailing to the mysterious Far East.

   "I know, do you want one?"

  The priest smiled, how sacred the pope is. He who is acting for the pope has already felt it. He took out the cigarette case to signal, but was rejected by Charles.

   "I'm still on duty, there is no need to trouble myself."

This is the place of the seven hills, the sacred place. Life here always needs to obey some hidden rules. The holy gods carry unbreathable depression, and I am afraid that only those fanatics will be under the scorching sun. Be grateful.

   "By the way... some people say that I want to rebuild that thing."

  Charles' voice suddenly became lighter, but even so, his voice in the silent night was like thunder, and it was very clear in the ears of the priest.

The breath seemed to freeze for a moment, and the breath under the armor was slightly disturbed. When asked about this, Charles began to regret. The man who was sculptured by the wind in front of him was like cold iron, and his eyes shattered his heart and penetrated the armor. .

  It was a burning night, and the sacred place of the seven hills turned into a crimson hell, as if gods and demons were fighting here.

At that time, I was only an apprentice knight, and I could only see countless Templar knights pouring into the church, but then Charles never saw them again, not even the body, as if disappeared out of thin air. Forgotten by everyone.

  He has always been curious about the nightmare of that night. Some people say that it is related to a mysterious institution of the church. Others say that it has been disbanded since that night, but some people recently said that the new pope decided to rebuild it.

   Regardless of whether the information is true or false, this is not what Charles should know. If Anthony does not think about his old feelings and judges himself as a heresy, he will not be surprised.

  The big rough hand was placed on his shoulder, and the priest's voice sounded.

   "Charles, isn't it troublesome if you ask this?"

  The priest's eyes were cold, but he didn't do much, he just warned in his ear.

   "Charles, sometimes there is nothing wrong with being a fool who knows nothing, at least you can survive."

  The priest smiled and tried to smile, but the hideous scar on his face seemed to destroy his nerves. Only half of his face twitched slightly, which was more chilling and terrifying than a smile.

   "Don't think about it, Charles, this is for your good."

  The hideous smile still remains.

   "I... I beg you to stop laughing, go in quickly, don't let our subordinates wait in a hurry."

   Charles froze for a moment, and then jokingly said to the priest as if nothing had happened.

  He can't remember Anthony's smile when he was normal, but vaguely remembered that it felt like a gentle sunshine, but now he is no different from a hideous evil spirit.

I remember that at the beginning, the priest and he were also the same trainee knights, but over time, the priest will become the right and left hand of the pope, but he is still just a guard, and sometimes I feel a little unwilling, but in the words of the priest After leaving, Charles was suddenly relieved.

  It’s good to be a fool who doesn’t know anything. At least he won’t live as lonely and scary as a priest. There are wives and children in his own home. Charles is different from the unloved priest.

He stepped aside to signal the priest to move forward. A gap appeared in the wall formed by the armored knights. After the gap was a series of steps. His line of sight followed the steps upwards and extended to the highest point, half-hidden in the huge building in the darkness. , It is so magnificent, the dark silhouette seems to have a huge monster lying on the ground, it is hard to imagine the day it will wake up.

  Some people call this stairway to Saint-Nalo Cathedral the Road to Heaven. At first the priest didn’t understand why, but when he came here, he understood it when he stepped up the stairway.

  As it rises step by step, the dusty world is left behind, the melodious hymn comes from the silence, and the white tower-like buildings walk out of the darkness one by one.

  The outer layer of the building is portrayed with reliefs of ghosts and gods. Presumably the people who sculpted at that time must have been amazing people. Those ghosts and gods seemed to have life in the moonlight.

At the top is the magnificent kingdom of heaven and angels. The style of sculpture down the wall gradually changes, from soft lines to bitterness. Angels step into the battlefield of the mortal world. The edges of the bottom of the wall are countless hideous. His arms, the stone sculptures stained with mud and moss, were nailed to the abyss by the fire spear thrown from heaven.

  The white marble was glowing, as if this battlefield had actually happened, but miraculous power sealed them in the stone bricks, and finally built this mortal kingdom of heaven.

  The priest's emotions became involuntarily solemn, with awe, and passed the last step.

  　 I've slept in the next chapter and haven't finished it. Waiting for me to wake up a few hours later and fill it up

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)