Scepter of Thorns

Platinum dilutes all the ugliness, the salt cross towers in the middle, and the masked priest holds a scroll in his hand and stands on the high platform to chant praises, while under the high platform are black believers, with respectful and pious expressions, with their hands folded in front of them. chest silent.

"My god is my virtue, my god is my loyalty, my god is light, and light makes shadows inescapable..."

The light gathered here, casting a piece of brilliant gold on the flat roof.They pushed back the shadows like guards, completely distorting the entire building, as if it was a vague illusion that would shatter at any moment.

His slender fingers brushed over the statue, then reached for the tray in the waiter's hand.Edward put on his white gloves again, put on a cloak embroidered with patterns and walked in. His long dark golden hair was tied around his waist and draped lazily on the cloth.

As the route deepened, the inner layers of the temple bloomed like petals.Passing through the corridor of sighs, there are hollow columns wrapped around the inner core to support the roof of the corridor, and the walls are shaped into works of art by the painter's exquisite painting skills.The character symbolizing the God of Light wears a half mask, and spreads out six pairs of wings behind him, so huge that it covers the sky.But this didn't make him lose his original elegance, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth were stained with a half-smile.At this time, he gathered the light to condense the scepter, and gave it to the Pope who surrendered before him.And behind them are worshiping believers.

It's just a mural, Edward thought.

However, the dark blue under his eyes became more and more intense, like the deep sea of ​​night.

"The light of my heart will last forever, I will not be guilty of the death of heretics, and I will blame the evil of darkness..."

Arrived.

The bud of the temple, the altar.It is built up layer by layer like a pyramid, and at the top is a huge salt cross, which is binding a demon at this time.Because it is the very top, this place is not big, and it is occupied by the cross so that only one person can be accommodated.People with higher status sit closer to the cross and have fewer seats.

Edward walked up the aisle from the bottom floor, passing through different levels, but soon walked up higher steps, and finally reached the top of the tower, overlooking the crowd.

There are nobles, wealthy businessmen, commoners, and slaves sitting here, but no matter what roles they play, all of them are respectful and lower their heads, which makes Edward have an illusion, as if he is really standing on the top of the pyramid .

The waiter stood on the lower level, bowed his head and held the tray high, and the priest retreated respectfully to the lower level before Edward arrived.This action pleased Edward. He fetched the scepter on the plate, held it high in his hand, and said loudly and clearly, "The light lasts forever."

A neat response came from below: "The light lasts forever!"

He is very young.

White silk and a golden cloak outline a tall and well-proportioned silhouette on his body, while black thorns that symbolize the Pope's status are tied around his white neck.Holding the scepter in his right hand, he shrouded himself in a halo.

His hair color and eye color are not pure gold and blue, but dark gold and dark blue that have been blended by dripping black.But no one will pay attention to these details, because people's eyes will only look at the bright spots.

In one of the lowest positions, the little boy is lying on his mother's chest and asking: "Mom, will Daddy be killed?"

He was very scared, as if his heart was being poked by a needle, but he tried his best to restrain himself from letting his mother notice the strangeness of his body. There was a little sparkle in the corner of his eyes, and his soft black hair touched the silver ring by his mother's ear carefully. .

His mother was too trembling to speak, rubbing her hands nervously as the bright ruby ​​ring was taken off and put on, her eyes fixed on the demons on the pillar of salt.

Edward turned away from the mother and child, his eyes fell on the little boy, and then on to the pillar of salt.The demon had given up struggling, his skin was cut by light, leaving streaks of blood.But he was still aware of Edward's gaze, and the moment he looked at the little boy.

"Please..." He uttered the words in a low voice with difficulty.

"The death of heretics is not guilty, but the evil of darkness is responsible." He rolled his eyes.

"The death of heresy is not guilty, and the evil of darkness is responsible!" The overwhelming voice once again demonstrated the fanaticism of believers.

"...Please, please..." His voice was drowned out.

Edward held up the scepter, and the pointed pyramid ruthlessly nailed into the demon's chest.There was a short scream from the bottom floor, which was drowned out by overwhelming cheers.

"The death of heresy is not guilty, and the evil of darkness is responsible!" The crowd repeated this sentence once again, and the sacrifice entered the battlefield.Edward did not withdraw his authority, but maintained this action.The wide sleeves hang down, drawing a graceful arc.

The bloodied body of the demon clan turned into a stream of light flowing into the prismatic light stone inlaid on the top of the scepter, and the salt pillar was empty again.Its back is engraved with the names of successive popes, with Edward Daulsus at the top.

He looked down at the screaming and dancing crowd of ecstasies, putting himself aside.Edward could not understand them, he could not understand this fanatical and twisted belief.

So he left, and the rest will be presided over by the people of the temple, which has nothing to do with him.Just like their reverence and worship are not given to themselves, but to the gods represented behind them.

Edward walked into the apse, followed by his knight captain, Wei Ye, and reported to him the attendance of the various forces. When he finished speaking, he paused, and replied hesitantly: "Your Majesty, there are very few people in the viewing platform after the death of heretics. The dark breath, is it mixed in among the civilians..."

"Shhh." Edward bent slightly, raised a finger to the knight commander's lips, but his icy face was stained with charm, "The darkness you perceive is nothing but the unwillingness left by the demons after their death .”

The beam of light refracted from the end of the temple, stalking the shadows behind him.

"The light lasts forever."

----Chapter0. Temple & End----

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The stupid author is the first party of junior high school, and the writing style is scum =.= ah ha ha ha, come and dig a hole, don't give up.