dedicated to violets

The pope's palm covered Willy's forehead, and he lowered his eyes, carefully searching the body for traces left by the bishop's soul.

However, he did feel the familiar divine power, which was very weak, but it did exist.

what happened?The Pope frowned.

A ray of divine power was sent out from the fingertips, penetrated into Viri's forehead, and slowly walked through his body.

Viri has a good figure, and the body covered by clothes has smooth muscle lines and contains huge strength.The body tempered in blood and fire, bearing numerous scars, is the medal of glory of the warrior.

As a container, the conditions are superior, but the magic talent is mediocre.

But it doesn't matter, the power of their protoss has nothing to do with magic, as long as the brother wakes up, he will certainly have a way to help him reborn.

The Pope sketched out the future scenes, almost flying in a good mood.The split ray of divine power traveled all over the body, but still couldn't find where the bishop's soul was hidden.

Over and over again, the pope, unbelievers, searched repeatedly.

He became agitated, at first his divine power was swimming gently, but now due to his master's impatience, he started to rampage, and the pain made Viri, who was in a coma, frown.

The believers stared blankly at the high platform pool, their eyes were empty, and they were foolish.

Their minds were all controlled, even the bishops who stood by were no exception.The red-haired Bishop Elvis stood with his hands down, not far from the Pope.Elvis had his hair tied up which was rare today. He looked silent and stable, looking like a gentleman, with elegance and nobility all over his body.

Abel knew Elvis' nature well. He only had good looks on the outside, but inside he was a black heart.

He didn't tell Willy that it was this kind-looking red-haired bishop who destroyed Fryer Forest 30 years ago.I don't know if Viri paid attention to him, and Abel didn't find a chance to tell the truth.There was a lot of time in the previous ten days, but unfortunately he didn't dare.

The more he talked, he worried that Willi would be overwhelmed with hatred,

Elvis is one of the most powerful existences in the Holy City other than the Pope.Abel really didn't have the confidence to confront Elvis head-on.The Pope's weakness is Ignace who cannot be resurrected, but Elvis has no weakness, at least on the surface.

it's time.

Abel let go of his thoughts and began to draw pictures in his mind.

The pope finally found the source of the bishop's divine power, which came from the heart of Viri's chest.He was overjoyed, and as soon as he got a little bit of divine power, he found that Viri opened his eyes and held his wrist that was about to move.

Viri's eyes were bright and gentle. He held the Pope's hand tightly and said softly, "Yuli, what are you doing?"

"Brother, brother?" The Pope was stunned for a moment, and stood there stupidly, forgetting what he was going to do.

……

"Willie, wake up."

Viri's head was in a state of chaos, drowning in the boundless water, and the sound of running water was heard one after another in his ears, which never stopped.Until Abel's voice sounded, he was pulled up from the water suddenly.

"Abel!" Willie exclaimed.

"It's me," Abel said like a cannonball, "Get up quickly, I temporarily constructed an illusion to fool the Pope, let's run away now!"

Willie lay in the water and could see the Pope's face when he looked up.

Sure enough, the Pope's hand was hanging in the air, as if being held by something, and the corner of his mouth showed a strange arc that seemed to be crying and smiling.Viri quickly looked around and found that no matter the bishops or the believers, they all had the same empty eyes and dull expressions.

——Psychic magic!

Willie didn't care about being surprised, and quickly turned over and ran out of the pool.

He was wearing a cumbersome robe, which was soaked in water and became extremely heavy.Even taking a step felt like a thousand weights, so Wei Li simply took off all his clothes, leaving only a thin undergarment.

"Go, I can't last long!" Abel urged, his face was pale, spiritual magic was extremely demanding, especially if he wanted to build a perfect illusion.He repeatedly maintained the "reality" of the illusion, blinded the Pope's senses, and tried to prolong the time of deceiving him.

The mental exhaustion made Abel almost lose his strength, and he ran for tens of meters with all his strength, and his noodles were like gold paper, and he kept panting.

The door of the sanctuary was close in front of us, but it was tightly closed, and it was impossible to push it open with the strength of the two of them alone.

Viri was very anxious, he didn't have his usual weapon, the long sword, and the magic power in his body was weak, so he couldn't use brute force to blast it away.

Abel barely stood upright, and he pressed his forehead to relieve the pain of overusing his brain.

"Is there a way?" he asked.

Viri pressed the brand on his chest, and the violets under the clothes were clearly visible because the clothes were soaked in water.He whispered, "Ignace, I know you're here."

Not long ago, he thought carefully about the whereabouts of the necklace, and then slowly came to his senses.This brand is transformed by the necklace.In Asgard's critical moment, in order to prevent the pope from noticing the fall of the scepter, it would quickly blend into his body.Just like when he was in Fast before, that badge was integrated into his shirt.

Ignas sleeps in the necklace and needs him to wake it up.

Viri stroked that brand mark, channeled his thin magic power, and wanted to dig Violet out of his chest.

The hot brand burned his skin, Abel's face was pale, and his lips lost all blood.Viri choked up and pleaded: "Ignace, please allow me to use your strength."

There was a sharp pain in his chest, like a knife scratching, as if he wanted to cut off a piece of flesh from his body.

Viri pressed the brand with both palms, and slowly took out a delicate necklace from his heart.In an instant, the purple light flourished, dazzling like a purple sun.

Abel subconsciously turned his head, and in the corner of his vision, a slender figure appeared beside Willie.

He has long silver hair that is condensed by moonlight, a pair of purple eyes, and a perfect face that is exactly the same as the bishop.

Abel's pupils were dilated, and it was still too much for him to independently support an illusion that could deceive God.He bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain stimulated his brain again, making him continue to construct illusions.

Behind them, the Pope didn't notice, his whole body was restrained, and he was confiding his heart to his brother.

It was probably because he was so excited that he didn't realize that he was in an illusion.

The elder brother in front of him looked stiff and reticent, but this did not hinder the Pope's inner surge and excitement.He wanted to tell his brother all his regrets and misses these years, but he had no time to observe the abnormality of "brother".

Even Abel himself didn't expect that he would be able to fight for Viri for such a long time.

His vision gradually blurred, his body became weak, and his limbs continued to spasm.

Excessive use of his magic power made Abel exhausted physically and mentally. He thought in a daze that the silver-haired man was Violet the Scepter.

With him-

Ignas raised his hand and pushed the door open with a bang. Viri was overjoyed and looked at Abel in a hurry: "Let's go!"

Abel fell limply to the ground, his eyelids drooped, and he had lost the strength to walk.

Ignas glanced at him: "The illusion he constructed is about to collapse."

After hearing Ignas' reminder, Viri raised his hand without hesitation and carried Abel on his shoulders: "Ignas, let's go to the library!"

At this time, it is the time when day and night meet, the twilight is sinking, the sun is about to set, but the moon has already risen from the west.The moment he stepped out of the sanctuary, the illusion behind him collapsed.

Viri's scalp was numb, and the terrifying aura belonging to the pope rushed out of the church immediately, repeatedly washed his back, and surrounded them instantly.The frightening power is like a waking monster, roaring angrily.

"Run with him," Ignace said calmly, "don't look back."

Viri ran without hesitation, firmly remembering the location Abel told him.A layer of fog suddenly rose in front of him, and Ignas stood behind him, and raised his hand to wipe away the fog.In the deep night, the library is clearly visible like a light source.

Abel was breathing lightly, and his heartbeat was barely audible.

Viri gritted his teeth, protecting his heart and lungs, lest the excessive jolts make him suffocate and uncomfortable.

boom--

The gust of wind blew violently from behind, almost causing Willy to fall on the spot.Abel's forehead hit the back of his head hard.

"Put me down—" Abel whispered, leaning against his ear, his breath so weak that he could barely detect it.

Willie pursed his lips and ignored him.

The library was right in front of him, and the roar of magical collisions was constantly ringing in his ears, which was deafening.The scorching air surged in, drying Viri's drenched clothes in an instant.

The stars illuminate the way to the library.

Viri's strides were getting bigger and bigger, and the moonlight protected him softly. Vili actually carried Abel on his back and stepped into the woods in front of the library.

The moment I stepped into the woods, the world fell silent.

Dots of fireflies rose from the bushes, and Viri looked up, seeing a scene he would never forget.

The old and dilapidated library shed its feathers in the quiet moonlight.Those feathery lights slowly floated up and became stars in the night sky.

Under the gaze of the moonlight and stars, the library gradually reveals its true face.

The majestic temple stood silently in front of his eyes, fluttering feathers, whirling tree shadows, Viri's throat was so dry that he could barely speak a word.

Inside the open gate of the temple, there is a statue.

The statue is embracing something compassionately, and its features are flawless.

This temple is exactly the same as the temple in the valley.Viri's heart turned sharply, and he reacted immediately.I'm afraid this is the original temple in front of me, and the temple in the valley is just a replica of the bishop's memory.

"The library is an illusion I constructed..."

Viri realized something, he walked up the stairs slowly, and gently placed Abel by the temple door.

Abel exhaled a lot of air, but inhaled less, and his face had turned into a frighteningly pale color. His lips and face were the same color.In order to construct an illusion to deceive the gods, he not only expended his mental energy, but also burned his own life.

Now, he is at the end of his strength, and it is even difficult for him to maintain the huge fantasy of the library that has lasted for several years.

Abel slowly raised his eyes, looked at Veri's handsome face, barely raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a horrible smile: "Fortunately, I completed the task that Randall gave me."

He tilted his head, pressed his collarbone, and took a deep breath.

Thousands of feathers woven of light flew into the night sky, and they disappeared faster and faster.

Viri knew that Abel's physical condition was irreversible. His body had been exhausted by magic power, and he could still speak now, but he was holding his breath with his will.

"Abel." Willie said after consideration, "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, I'm doing it for myself." Abel said with difficulty, "That statue has the consciousness left by the bishop. The bishop hid it here, so the pope and the others didn't find it special."

He panted heavily, and said intermittently: "Go, find a way to awaken that consciousness, and then, escape..."

"Okay." Willie agreed.

Abel: "Take Randall's notes with you."

The books in the entire library are all fake, only that notebook is real.The history of the Holy See that Willy had read before, and even the books he had read in the past ten days, were all illusions deliberately created by Abel.Whether it is vision, touch, or smell, no gaps can be found, and it is perfect and impeccable.

Viri had already vaguely guessed something, but he didn't expect that even the library was an illusion.

Abel closed his eyes and remained silent.

The battle outside the temple became more and more fierce. Viri looked back and saw Ignas standing outside the temple, motionless.The slender figure was like a mountain, blocking all the Pope's attacks one by one.

Viri collected himself, held the necklace in his hand, and strode to the statue.

He recalled the scenes he had experienced in the past few months, and suddenly thought of how to awaken the bishop's consciousness.

The necklace shone with dazzling purple light in his hand, stretched and lengthened, and under Viri's gaze, it changed back to its original form - a silver scepter.

The purple gem at the top of the scepter is carved into a cluster of violets, shimmering and flowing.

Holding the heavy scepter in his hand gave Viri a strange sense of peace of mind.

Standing on tiptoe, he thrust the scepter into the empty palm of the statue.

boom--

The ground shook for a while, and the statue cracked inch by inch.

The temple was full of dust and smoke, the dome was missing, and the moonlight fell wantonly on every corner of the temple.Not long after, there were only a few tall pillars left in the huge temple.

The sound of fighting between Ignace and the Pope also disappeared.

A figure came out of the smoke.

Holding the staff, he said with white hair, "Good evening, child, what's your name?"

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