Bulwark of Light

Chapter 660

Evening alley, sunset reflection.

The holy inquisitors stood at the entrance of the alley, their linen robes fluttered in the wind, and the afterglow cast long shadows on the ground.

"Homecoming?"

Song Ci's expression was gloomy, and he let out a deep breath of depression: "Are you kidding me? I'm from Dongzhou!"

After the Dadu God War, he has been walking with the title of "Gu Changzhi Apostle".

But Song Ci knew it himself.

This token does not come from Dou Zhan... but from Light!
The god seat in Guangming City is Mr. Gu Changzhi's teacher. Because of this, he does not reject the power of the token... With the fusion of his body and the token, his strength is getting stronger and stronger. The bright breath that emanates is getting stronger and stronger.

During this time, he would always have some bizarre dreams.

In the dream, he would see a tall mountain standing at the end of the sunset, and a red lake reflecting the sun.

The whole world is peaceful.

This is a "beautiful dream" that can soothe all restlessness in the heart!
But the only thing that made Song Ci feel uncomfortable... was that in this dream, there was a faint voice. The voice sounded very gentle and mellow, but it always intentionally guided him to walk towards the Red Lake in the dream.

At the bottom of the Red Lake, there seems to be a library.

Although I don't know what kind of heartless person built the library at the bottom of the lake...

But the thing Song Ci hates the most is reading.

The tranquility of the dream at the beginning gradually changed, and the peaceful dream that Song Ci saw later became more and more clear. He was sure that this keepsake coat of arms had been guiding him to enter the library at the bottom of the lake to read and review papers...

After waking up several times, Song Ci felt a cold sweat on his back and was very annoyed.

What the hell does this dream mean?
God of Light dislikes himself for being uneducated?
"Master Apostle."

The leading holy judge said softly: "Where you were born is not important. There are thousands of birthplaces in the world, but there is only one final ruin. You need to understand where your final destination is."

Song Ci was at a loss after hearing this.

He scratched his head, seeing that these guys were not hostile to him, he took a deep breath, and asked patiently, "Speak human!"

"Your real hometown is not Dongzhou..."

The holy inquisitor stretched out his thin fingers, pointed at Song Ci's token emblem hidden inside his coat, and folded his palms reverently: "It's... Guangming City."

"???"

"We will take you back. When you return to Guangming City, you will be able to see the seat of God as you wish... and you will also have the opportunity to visit the 'Forbidden Book Building'."

The Holy Inquisitor spoke again.

"stop!"

Song Ci interrupted directly, his patience was almost exhausted, he frowned and said, "I'm not interested in the Seat of Light... I'm even less interested in reading books!"

"My lord apostle... please be cautious in your words and deeds. My lord is with the light, overlooking the creatures of the five continents. He is watching everything that happens here." The holy judge reminded again: "You don't seem to feel it yet. The mystery of 'Brightness', it doesn't matter, when we return to Bright City..."

"boom!"

A crackling sound exploded on the wall!

This voice startled the Holy Inquisitor.

He stared blankly at the mottled old walls of the old city... Song Ci casually slapped out a spider web.

"I said you guys...don't understand human language?"

Song Ci tilted his head and asked the group of hemp-robed believers in confusion: "Did I say that I'm not interested in light, gods, books... Did you come here to want this stuff?"

He yanked off the crest and threw it out.

The headed holy judge shrank his pupils, raised his hands, and quickly caught the god-given token to prevent it from getting dusty.

"This is the grace of God! How can you throw it away at will!"

His roar was forcibly interrupted.

Because the next moment, a fist hit him in the face.

"boom--"

The blasting air flow filled the alley, and the other holy inquisitors widened their eyes when they saw this scene. It was the first time they saw a monster that could set off sound waves with physical actions.

One punch!
Just one punch!
The face of the Holy Inquisitor was sunken from the beating, he spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and embedded in the wall the next moment, the smoke and dust exploded in the alley, Song Ci punched countless punches in an instant, the afterglow of the evening sun Sunken in the alley, the dim starlight fell on the broken wall, unable to break through the tumbling and splashing bleak smoke and dust.

Combat happens within a second.

Also ends in a second.

"pat..."

Song Ci walked straight in the direction of leaving. He stepped on the face of a hidden holy inquisitor, and deliberately crushed it hard. The latter groaned.

The Holy Inquisitors team was all knocked to the ground, and some were smashed into the wall.

"Sorry, my style is relatively simple. I like hands-on, not charades."

Song Ci stopped, looked at the crumbling Holy Inquisitor, and said seriously: "You guys have been nagging me for a long time... I probably understand that your mission is to arrest me and go to Xizhou to study, right? Sorry, there are other things to discuss, this matter is absolutely impossible."

The alleys were filled with smoke and dust, and the scene was bleak.

He smiled, "Okay, don't pretend. You didn't kill me, and you fell to the ground one by one. Does it really hurt that much?"

These holy judges have very special physiques.

When the fist was punched out, Song Ci found out.

They're... tough.

This characteristic is somewhat similar to that of a "Holy Inquisitor", perhaps because of the blessing of light?The blood and metabolism in their bodies are stronger than those of ordinary extraordinary people, and their recovery ability is several times faster. It is precisely because of seeing through this that Song Ci fought well.

"In the sincere meeting, if you are indecisive, fight first."

"You all wanted to catch me, but you couldn't beat me, so you were knocked down... It's not that Dongzhou doesn't treat guests well, it's just that you are too weak."

Song Ci didn't feel much guilt in his heart.

After beating up the group of hemp-robed believers, the hostility in his heart calmed down a lot inexplicably.

really.

Belief in God is not salvation.

Beat God, it should be fine.

He glanced at the believer who had half of his body smashed into the wall at the front, and said seriously: "I have already returned that tattered coat of arms to you. If you came here for the token, you can be regarded as able to do business."

Take a little meal.

"Of course, I know that I didn't do it properly." Song Ci said with a conscience: "Song Ci has always remembered the previous token of kindness, but I have to take care of my wife's safety during this period. If you are willing Wait, when you are free, Song will definitely go to Guangming City to bring a generous gift to thank you. If you can't wait, then go over there and bring a word, next time you come to Dadu, the extraordinary people in Guangming City are all distinguished guests of me, Song Ci. As long as you don't mention those nagging things, I invite everyone to eat beef noodles."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his palms and showed a satisfied smile.

Satisfied, Song Ci was ready to leave the alley.

But after turning around, a deep voice suddenly came from the side of Yanchen.

"Song Ci and Song Ying Ji——"

The smile on Song Ci's face disappeared instantly.

He turned his head expressionlessly, and the Holy Inquisitor who was embedded in the stone wall had blood flowing from his hands. Even though his back was bent after being beaten, he still firmly protected the coat of arms.

After the afterglow faded away, the dim light shone, and the face of the Holy Inquisitor was hidden in the night.

Calling Song Ci, he smiled and praised: "You are very good at fighting..."

"Mummy."

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Song Ci suddenly felt that this world was very absurd. The light in the mouth of Xizhou believers was like a self-deprecating joke.

Obviously, the alley shrouded in darkness at this moment is more in line with their gloomy and silent temperament.

Those figures have stood up again.

As Song Ci expected, they didn't suffer too many injuries.

There was blood, but it didn't look like it was from Song Ci.

More like, they are willing to squeeze out from the skin.

"The token...it's not something you can take as you want, or return it as you want..."

The holy inquisitor smiled softly: "Holding tokens in your hands, serving the light, this is cause and effect. If you can fight again, can you cut off cause and effect?"

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat.

"Also, I have good news to tell you that the matter of 'homecoming' is not as complicated as you imagined."

He smiled.

The other holy judges also laughed.

Their voices are in unison.

"Those who serve the light need to be devout, to chant, to worship, to offer sacrifices..."

This faint sound, layer upon layer, swayed in the dark night.

Like a drop of water falling on the surface of the lake, it creates thousands of ripples.

Song Ci suddenly felt that something was wrong... Why did these believers give him a stronger sense of crisis after the night ended?

Yes, this is the worst thing -

He actually felt the crisis!
With the strength of these people, why can they make themselves feel in danger?
The invisible spiritual realm was condensed when the Holy Inquisitor recited the words of service.

A familiar feeling of dizziness descended in the spiritual sea.

Song Ci's pupils shrank, and he pressed hard against the wall, trying to stabilize his figure.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been sobered up after drinking a lion!
His body quickly went numb, and his mind, which was still sober, was suddenly grabbed by countless giant bulls and elephants in an instant, and he was about to be dragged into the abyss of confusion——

In just a few breaths, he vaguely saw the "quiet" sunset mountain and the "scarlet" lake of books.

This is... about to fall into a dream? !

These holy judges came to find themselves, not really to invite themselves to Guangming City...

They want to invite themselves into dreamland!
Song Ci's breathing became very heavy, and his eyelids also became very heavy.

Just when it's all over.

A very soft voice sounded in this dream.

"Sorry...it's not a coincidence."

A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the ripples of singing in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, behind Song Ci, a young figure in the windbreaker of the law enforcement officer of the adjudication office slowly walked out of the night. There was a ray of fire between his brows, the ripples of light spread, and the spiritual realm had already condensed.

But he just walked in.

Ignoring the barrier between reality and illusion, he just stood between Song Ci and the Holy Inquisitor.

"I have a question--"

Gu Shen smiled and asked, "What will happen if you don't serve the light?"

(End of this chapter)