The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

The starry sky was hanging low, and the armed airship streaked across the vast night sky like a silver shuttle, quietly landing in the square in front of the Temple of the Sun.

The solar boat was suspended above the center of the lake in front of the palace, its mast and sail woven with silver threads gently inflated by the sea breeze, as if it was about to set sail.

The towering stone doors of the temple are tightly closed. Surrounding it are marble columns in the form of girls of various shapes and gentle, lifelike expressions, supporting the temple's brilliant golden roof.

Olive branches hang down from the plump arms of the girl's column. Tiny points of light like star fragments flow slowly along the veins of the olive branches, and finally gather at the tips of the leaves into crystal clear water droplets with a faint blue fluorescence.

The blast created by the landing of the spacecraft shook the water droplets off the tips of the leaves, hitting the surface of the lake as deep as the starry sky, causing ripples.

The hatch opened and Capello, looking pale, appeared at the door.

He stood there in a trance for a while, watching a group of people tied together with iron chains and with black cloths covering their heads being led down the gangway from him and crowded into a dark group in front of the armed airship.

Those people of different heights, weights and dishevelled clothes were none other than the servants he brought to the Blue Coral and the other surviving high priests of the Holy See who appeared out of nowhere on the armed airship one after another.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out how their Holy See got into trouble with those who hijacked the airship, and why those people had the ability to fly and escape from the ground, and could move freely on the high-speed armed boats, and captured all the high priests who escaped the doomsday catastrophe.

"Why don't you go down?" A clear female voice sounded behind Capello, "Do you regret it?"

Capello suddenly woke up with a start: "No, no, how could it be--"

He took steps forward as if his butt was on fire, but when he stepped on the first step, his knees went weak and he was about to fall headfirst.

A big hand grabbed his elbow from the side and pulled him back effortlessly.

The strong hand like an iron clamp was quickly retracted. Capello turned around subconsciously, only to see Ai Wanxin and others wearing black cloaks and hoods, staring at him silently with their eyes lowered, causing his knees, which had just straightened, to become unsteady again.

Capello stepped aside and let them go first. He noticed with his sharp eyes that a tall man following closely behind Ai Wanxin took out a dark handkerchief from under his cloak and wiped his hands casually and calmly.

The sea breeze rolled in from afar, bringing with it a damp, salty smell and a slight coolness in the early morning.

The man loosened his slender fingers, and the silk handkerchief slipped from his palm and unfolded in mid-air.

Before it hit the ground, purple electric light crawled over the handkerchief like a spider web. With a slight and crisp beeping sound, the handkerchief broke into pieces in the air and disappeared into the night.

The man walking last paused beside Capello.

"Be careful." Jing Yin's smiling voice came from above his head, "New Pope."

Capello nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking at their backs, he took a deep breath, walked down the gangway tremblingly, then walked past the crowd and came to the closed door of the Temple of the Sun.

He raised his head and looked at the stone gate inlaid with golden branches, and the two black granite statues over ten meters tall standing on both sides of the gate.

The statue on the left has a human body with an eagle's head, holding a halberd and a sun disc inlaid with gold foil on its head. The statue on the right has a human body with a snake's head, holding a lance and a half-crescent moon inlaid with silver foil on its head.

Halberds and spears intersected in front of the gate, rejecting any creature that wanted to set foot in the temple without permission.

Ai Wanxin remembered that these two statues had never appeared in Xue Muqing's memory, and thought they were things brought by the devil.

Capello stood under the statue, looking only as big as a matchstick. He rustled into the leather Bible bag hanging on his belt and pulled out a palm-sized gold-embossed manual.

Soon, Capello's chanting prayer voice was heard in the silent square.

His voice was low and distant, and his intricate spells vibrated in the air, as if some ancient god was slowly awakening.

He Yang, who was also wearing a black cloak and a hood, came up to Ai Wanxin and whispered, "Sweetheart, he didn't turn on the light, it was pitch dark and I couldn't see anything, what do you think he did with the book?"

Ai Wanxin tilted her head towards him, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you know the first generation of electronic combination locks? Before entering the password, you have to press a '' sign, which means I am about to enter the password, so his taking out the book is probably the prelude to the spell I am about to recite."

He Yang nodded as if he understood something. Before he could say anything else, the two statues of humans with animal heads in front of Capello moved.

Their arms rose up with a bang, and the crossed halberds and spears separated. The bottom ends of the spears and halberds scraped against the marble floor, making sharp and piercing clicking sounds.

The towering stone gate rumbled inward, revealing a huge, bottomless doorway.

The ground beneath our feet shook slightly, and the cedar wood solar boat suspended in the air slowly descended onto the lake.

Capello turned around, looked at Ai Wanxin, and then looked at the Sun Boat.

?

Are they going to let them get on board?

Jing said with interest: "Sister, isn't this the solar boat? They are quite ceremonial."

Seeing Jing's eyes bright and eager to try, Ai Wanxin asked Yin Yanhan to take the controlled people of the Shaman Church aboard the ship, and said to him, "What do you mean?"

Jing smiled and said, "Legend has it that the solar boat will carry the sun god into the underworld at night to duel with his mortal enemy, the god of darkness, to ensure that the sun will be reborn the next day. And after the pharaoh dies, his soul will board the solar boat and travel with the sun god to the underworld, where they will be reborn to gain an immortal body."

Ai Wanxin praised: "Our Xiao Jing really knows a lot!"

Jing held Ai Wanxin's hand, raised the corner of her mouth proudly, and said obediently: "I answered the question correctly, can you kiss me, sister?"

He Yang's eyes widened, and he quickly brushed Jing's arm down. He said in disbelief: "Didn't you ask that question yourself? No one else asked it!"

As they were talking, everyone except Capello and Jon had already boarded the Sun Boat.

What echoed in Jon's ears was Capello's low chanting and the sounds of He Yang and Jing bickering.

He took a few steps back until he could clearly see Ai Wanxin standing on the deck.

In fact, Ai Wanxin was wearing a hood, and Jon couldn't see her face at all.

But his eyes never blinked.

In her previous life, the four of them also accompanied her to the distant stars...

Qiao En had mixed feelings in his mind, and he almost wanted to ignore Ai Wanxin's orders, put aside everything in the outside world, and go with her, but he knew he couldn't.

As if she had noticed Qiao En's gaze, Ai Wanxin raised her hand and took off her hood, showing him a bright smile and mouthing, "Don't worry, wait for me."