Angel on earth

Mikhail quickly let go of him, took his hand and left the church and Rock City, holding the spear wrapped in white cloth in the other hand.Mr. Edwards said nothing, for it was cold and "Misha"'s hand was warm.

The two entered Lieyang City through the sluice gate of Canaan Gate.The Sun River passes through Lieyang City from east to west and flows out from the Canaan Gate.Mikhail stunned the patrol members with stones, and broke open the iron gate. After the two entered the gate along the narrow path at the base of the wall, they closed the iron gate again.

Lieyang City is in a state of war, soldiers in full gear are everywhere outside the city, residents in the city are also shutting their doors, and there are people patrolling every street.Carrying Edwards on his back, Mikhail skillfully walked through the alley that he and Ethan had drilled through, and knocked out a few soldiers halfway, tied them up and threw them in a corner.

Late at night, they arrived at the foot of the holy mountain.Edwards hid the suitcase containing the urn and gold coins in a barracks. The two priests who were resting inside were stunned by Mikhail. When he turned to observe the enemy situation outside the door, Edwards who was hiding something suddenly grabbed his hand. He raised the knife and cut the pastor's throat.

Mikhail looked at him in astonishment.Edwards put away the knife and just looked at him with his lips pursed and neck stuck.

He sighed and said, "We have to hide our things elsewhere, Mr. Edwards, the church will search the house. Also, don't kill people on the road. Your clothes are wet, and it will be very cold when you go up the mountain."

Edwards' angry expression has finally shown a crack due to surprise. It is unbelievable that this innocent and kind young knight would say such a thing.Mikhail was a little happy for some reason, an illusion of breaking free and flying filled his heart, diluting his sadness and fear, making him feel light:

"You can also take it with you. We will leave as soon as we find Christine. There is a secret passage under the sanctuary, which was repaired before the Second Jihad. At worst, we hide in the sanctuary, and no one in Lieyang City dares to fight there. Let's pretend to be monks, take Christine to the sanctuary, and run away. I have it all planned."

After a moment of silence, Edwards asked, "Do you have the key to the sanctuary?"

"No." Mikhail scratched his head, "but I know where it is. Believe me, sir."

Mikhail tied Master Edwards on his back, and the latter felt a cheerful warmth rushing over his face, as soft as the sun in a late spring afternoon.He stopped coughing, and his chest and throat were still a little itchy, but it was bearable.

The holy mountain is more than 6000 meters high, covered with snow all the year round, and many parts of the mountain are extremely soft. If you don't take the holy fire avenue or the internal passage, you will step on the air and fall if you are not careful.Mikhail handed the cross gun to Edwards, and climbed quickly on the ground with hands and feet. Edwards, who was hiding under the cloak, could hardly tell which direction the howling wind was coming from.

But they didn't go straight to Huanglong, but stopped halfway. Mikhail grabbed a protruding rock with one hand and looked around. Halfway up the mountain where the snow was whistling, the lights in my hands were all off, and I was about to call someone when I turned around.Mikhail only hesitated for a moment, and a knife flew out from behind, ending the life of the patrolman. A corpse fell forward, slid lightly into the snowdrift, and rolled down the mountain.

Edwards didn't say a word, Mikhail quickly climbed to the hole where the patrolmen came out, knocked off the frozen blood on the ground, and slipped into the mountain.

Mikhail took two steps forward, and the people behind him were stunned.

A cave that pierces the sky and the earth comes into view, like a huge watchtower. The stone wall is surrounded by circles of spiral stairs. Every 30 meters, there is a door like the cave where they hide in the wall. Each door A thick whale oil candle was burning beside it, reflecting the whole cave brightly and strangely.

In the center is a cage suspended by steel chains. At the top, I don’t know whether it is manpower or mana pulling the chains up and down. There is a cold wind whimpering up and down from the ground. The cages shake slightly and stop at a certain step from time to time. Every now and then, one or two patrols slip through a doorway in the stone wall, or someone walks into a cage to finish the next job.

The diameter of the cave was small enough that soldiers and clergymen on the opposite side could easily see each other, but it was hewn from the foot of the mountain all the way into the interior of the monastery.Edwards' six fingers grasped Mikhail's shoulders, as if he had just realized what a terrible enemy he was facing; Mikhail patted his palm and said softly: "Don't be afraid. I know how to go , will not be discovered."

"I... I'm not afraid. Be careful." Edwards gritted his teeth.

Mikhail turned his head, touched his face lightly, and said, "I'm sorry. I was just... Please forgive me, after all, I was once a knight of the church."

"It's ok."

Mikhail was so close to him that he wanted to kiss his pale lips.But Mikhail just turned his head and calmly walked up the stairs, throwing the corpses on the way into the door opening.

He didn't kill too many people, at least he carefully avoided the crowd up and down in the central cage. Once he almost collided with a monk who was going out, he jumped directly to the third floor above the spiral staircase opposite, scaring Edwards to bite There was no screaming on his neck.

After a long time, the two reached the top of the passage.There are already large flat stone bricks and rather delicate railings on the top two floors, but the number of people has also increased significantly.More than a dozen steel chains were connected to the four machines on the ground. Dozens of strong men like mountains of meat kept pulling the chains, while four deacons issued orders in front of the small altar.The round dome is propped up by the sturdy Tuscan pillars, and countless night pearls are inlaid on it. The eaves are neatly cut into squares, and two rows of white candles illuminate the stairwell.Looking up from below, the brightly lit dome looks like a red sun.

Mikhail squeezed Edwards' arm, feeling that his body was warmer, picked up a gravel and squeezed it for a while, then gently threw the shimmering stone towards the roof.

The night pearl in the center shattered, and Mikhail puffed out his cheeks and blew out a breath. Immediately, a strong wind wiped out the candles, leaving only the light from the top pearl and a few door openings in the room.The slaves pulling the rope were not frightened, and they held on to the chain conscientiously. Mikhail approached silently, stretched out his hand and melted several chains, and the people fell backward due to excessive force; he suddenly lifted a chain and shook it. Clinging to the deacon's neck, as soon as he let go, the other party didn't even have a chance to scream, and was taken into hell by the iron cage that fell freely.

The last deacon came to his senses. He was the most promising of the shift deacons. He had a pair of good eyes that could see in the dark since he was a child.Mikhail didn't give him time to resist, but he had already seen the little giant and grabbed Edwards' arm!

Mikhail didn't have a weapon in his hand, but Edwards had already cut the hemp rope tied to Mikhail's body when the deacon rushed over. The two staggered a few steps towards the mouth of the well. The white cloth fell into the well.Mikhail grabbed Edwards, who clung to his waist, only had time to grab the crossgun, and watched the white cloak and suitcase slide down the deep well.

But there was no time for them, Mikhail flew into a corridor and ran towards the monastery prison.When passing the chapel, Edwards suddenly said:

"Will Christine be on it?"

"Not here." Mikhail replied immediately, "I've checked, and there's nothing under there, and there's nothing in the cage. If you want to escort the prisoners, there won't be so few people. We didn't come fast, and we made a detour on the way. From the Emerald City and without incident, your schedule should be the same. Kristen arrived before us."

"Will she survive?" Edwards' chin rested in the hollow of his shoulder, and Mikhail felt that the several boxes stuffed in his chest were tight, worried that it would crush his ribs. Is it a good thing she survived?"

"She will survive." Mikhail grabbed his leg and comforted him, "We will take good care of her, so surviving is a good thing."

"Thank you, Misha."

This time, Edwards didn't question why he was so familiar with the layout of the monastery. At this point, the lives of him and his little cousin were completely in the hands of "Misha".Misha's palms were warm and powerful, smooth and delicate, without calluses from practicing spear and sword, yet they could kill a horse with one punch.

Mikhail put Edwards down in a corner, and the two hugged each other tightly, hiding in the shadow between a statue and the wall. A group of priests in white robes passed by neatly and quickly, waiting for them to leave. Far away, Mikhail said: "The church has discovered that there are intruders. We must hurry!"

"Okay." Edwards bit off his gloves and stuffed them into his pockets. He moved his joints and asked, "What's the plan?"

"Find the key, take Christine with you, and go to the Sanctuary." Mikhail said briefly, "Your health is not yet good, don't run around, and you must follow me."

Edwards nodded and followed him softly into a corridor.Most of the corridors of the monastery are similar in length and can be roughly divided into three types. Both sides are full of arches and stone pillars, which connect the two buildings. One is the intricate aisles inside the monastery they are walking through at the moment. The walls on both sides are covered with glass lampshades, and the candles burn as if they are still, illuminating the portraits of saints on the walls.

Dodging two more groups of monks and a few patrolling soldiers in a hurry, Mikhail lifted a portrait and got into a path that only allowed one side to pass.Edwards followed behind and pressed the mechanism, complaining: "It's too loud. Go!"