Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

The Holy Land of the Guangming Church is buried in the dark underground, where ordinary people cannot reach.

The golden colored glass inlaid in the window can't condense the sunlight, and the sacred brilliance of the past has become dull. A powerful chill spreads through the thick walls of the inner palace, leaving dense ice patterns on it, which shows the strength of the chill.

Even the paladins who have been stationed outside the Holy Land for many years will not get too close. They are allowed by the Pope to keep a safe distance to prevent the cold from eroding their bodies and damaging their talents from the root.

No one knows exactly what is stored in the Holy Land, but no one doubts its preciousness.

If you want to enter the Holy Land, you need to go through eight teleportation arrays. Each teleportation array has powerful knights. If you want to enter, except the Pope and the Son, you need to have the approval signed by the eight bishops and the Pope and the Son. As a result, one can imagine how heavily guarded the Holy Land is.

It's just that Murphy, who lost his vision, didn't know it. He thought he was just walking on a corridor full of sunlight. In fact, the heat that he thought was sunlight was just the power of light on the teleportation array that spontaneously approached him. Pushed away from him the moment he walked into the holy place.

He didn't know that he had actually entered a deep underground palace.

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The Holy Land is divided into inner and outer halls.

There is no light in the outer hall, and the icy cold air permeates, everything is hidden in the darkness.

There is no light in the main hall inside. Dozens of stone pillars support the tall dome. On the stone pillars are carved human figures with slightly leaning bodies. They are dressed in flowing clothes, male or female, with good faces but solemn and solemn, with outstretched left hands There is a lamp on it, guarding the round platform in the center.

However, the rays of light that once illuminated the entire hall have been completely wiped out at this moment, the grease in the lamp has solidified, and the frost has covered it, and even a little light cannot be ignited.

Those magnificent statues and huge crosses lost their original solemnity in the darkness, and were destined to continue to sleep forever in this cold and dark hall.

Different from the dead silence and silence in the past, today there is a faint light in the complete darkness. The light is faint, sometimes lights up and sometimes disappears, but it can be seen clearly that it is a figure.

The young man knelt in front of the round platform, his shoulders straight, but his head drooped docilely. His brilliant blond hair fell to the ground, and part of it was piled on his chest. The clean nape of his neck could be seen through the gaps in his hair. His hands were on his chest. Clenched tightly, thumb resting on the chest, in a gesture of complete lack of vigilance.

This person was Murphy. His unique physique and unique closeness to light made his body glow like white jade in the dark.

In just a short period of time, Murphy has adapted to this posture, or this body is very adapted to this posture. In his imagination, the movements that would make people's body tense and tired are naturally posed by him , the warmth then covered his body, and then wrapped his whole body.

As he thought before, he was not familiar with magic, he had power in his body but didn't know how to use it.

However, Galen, the protagonist of the novel "Across the World", is a swordsman. The author mentioned the swordsman's cultivation method and so on in the article, but did not mention how the son of Murphy, who is a magician of the light department, practiced. , so Murphy can only figure it out by himself.

It was too cold in the hall. Even though Murphy got used to it at first, the chill gradually permeated his whole body, making him start to shiver.

In Murphy's imagination, the holy place of the church where he was located should naturally have the appearance of the holy place of the church. There should be a huge statue representing the God of Light in front of him, otherwise it would be meaningless for him to kneel so much.

Let's not talk about why the Holy Land is so cold, but he, a holy son of the Illuminati Church, knelt and shivered in front of the Illuminati God he served, which was somewhat weird.

As a staunch materialist, Murphy would inevitably relax a little bit after finding himself transmigrated into a novel, and do as the Romans do, even though he actually doesn't want to serve this god or that god at all.

But if he wants to survive, he must stand on his own side - stay away from the protagonist and be a holy son honestly, otherwise the church can burn him without the help of the dark god.

This is no longer his beautiful society where human life is more important than the sky, but a cruel world where life is like grass, and the cold makes Murphy's sanity extraordinarily clear.

So Murphy finally made up his mind when he was so cold that he couldn't restrain his shivering.

He is the Son of Murphy, and he can only be the Son of Murphy.

"May the God of Light bless you."

The young man knelt on the ground and opened his mouth devoutly. He didn't know who he was praying for, but in the darkness, he could clearly see golden light spots gushing out of his body, resisting the cold air that was trying to envelop him. His face flushed a little.

Murphy guessed right, there is indeed a statue of the God of Light in the Holy Land, and it is also right in front of him, occupying almost half of the round platform, but at this time, the solemn and solemn statue of the God of Light has lost its original respect, and the cracks from him The soles of his feet rose up, tearing apart that handsome face beyond recognition, the golden gemstones inlaid in his eyes were dim, and the wings spread out behind his back were broken, leaving only the bony roots. like blood.

The idols enshrined in the holy places have long since disappeared.

And in front of the statue, where it was so dark that it lost all color, black mist drifted slowly, and the mist flowed down along the edge of the round platform, like clouds and mist, but filled the entire hall with this boundless chill.

As if they were attracted, they flocked towards the boy emitting a dim light. New ice patterns climbed on the already frozen ground, surrounding the boy.

The black palm that had been hovering around the boy pushed away the mist, and finally stuck to the boy's back slowly. There was a soft, slightly warm feeling, and a low sigh came from the darkness.

Murphy was still immersed in this warmth and couldn't extricate himself. He vaguely felt that he heard something, but it seemed to be his own illusion.

After he finished that sentence, the power in his body acted spontaneously, resisting the bone-piercing chill.

At the same time, Murphy heard his own heartbeat, which was strong and steady again and again. He clearly couldn't see it, but he saw something in a weird way.

He saw countless shining white light spots flowing in his body, and he felt the intimate relationship between those light spots and him, where he could feel them, those light spots became more and more active.

This seems to be the power in his body, and these light spots may represent the magical elements of the light system in his body. Murphy, who has read other novels, said that he understands it very easily.

And he can also feel that there is a layer of light spots covering his body at this moment, and it is this layer of light spots that blocks the cold air from the outside world.

It's just that Murphy was puzzled, but there were countless black rays of light on the outside of his body, which made him feel that there was something wrong with his thinking. The magical elements should not be pure, but mixed, and there should be all kinds of colors.

It's so dark, it can only make people think of the dark department...

Murphy laughed dryly. The setting of "Across the World" should be different, otherwise the Holy Land of the Illuminati Church would be full of darkness, so it wouldn't make any sense.

The white dots represented his own power, and the more these dots, the stronger his own power. Thinking of this, Murphy tried to absorb those small dark dots, trying to see if he could succeed.

He carefully touched a black spot of light, dragged it into his body, and watched it fade away from black, turning into a new white spot of light that merged into his body, exuding a sense of intimacy.

He succeeded!

Murphy couldn't help but boasted himself. This is obviously a different setting of "Across the World". He also found it surprisingly simple. Since it succeeded, he will not be polite!

Tsk, this holy place is really good, it seems that the blessing of the God of Light is quite effective.

Immediately afterwards, he was immersed in a long transformation.

Beside him, black mist surged and slowly poured into his body.

There was a dead silence in the darkness.

After a long time, a deep voice appeared, with a bit of surprise and smile.

"What a greedy little guy."