The vest magic changes the earth

Lu Yi manipulated the [Qingyang] card, and was also caught in his own thoughts.

In the beginning, the [Creator] card created the foundation's base, and the style and style of those buildings seemed to have been frozen more than 100 years ago.At that time, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that the situation of the base was the same as that of the cards. The base was constructed by systematically extracting templates from other parallel worlds.

But since the pocket watch automatically adjusted the time to more than 150 years ago, the system interpreted it as the most suitable time for fate.At that time, the evil god came for the first time, and he also encountered the key to breaking the game, Lu Sien Simmons.

Lu Yi began to realize the specialness of this moment, like a pusher of fate pushing him towards the planned route.

The sense of destiny hidden in every detail made him feel very strange.

More than 150 years ago, what was so special about this point in time?

Asking the system with this question may not get the correct answer, and in the end he has to find it himself.

Forget it, don't think about it.

Lu Yi turned his attention to the device in his hand, and a new message popped up.

[Wood Spirit] clapped his hands, and the vines under him swept over unceremoniously: "Students, it's time to get up, there is a new task."

Lu Yi laughed, leaving behind the students' moans and complaints.

but......

Lu Yi thought, when he lost his memory, Metatron left something behind, so it should be discovered.

......

Once again the Pope was awakened from his sleep in the middle of the night.

He glared at the person who woke him up with sleepy eyes.

Given that he is already an old man in his 70s, and because of the increasing number of beams of light and unexplainable mysterious events in recent days, he hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days, this kind of anger is completely understandable.

The person who woke up the Pope helped him get out of bed, and said something in his ear with an anxious face.

The pope's expression froze suddenly, followed by ecstasy.

"Your Majesty, we have found the real traces left by angels! God never abandons man!" The attendant's voice was also trembling with excitement.

The place where the miracle happened is an abandoned church.

Mary sat in the back of the police car, covered with an orange blanket, still dizzy in her head.

She kept whispering prayers, recalling the pictures she saw before, and felt as if her soul had been washed.

She is a lover of the occult and a student of history.

Yesterday, Mary received an email from a friend who has the same hobby.

It invites her to explore an abandoned church near a friend's house, which is said to have been abandoned for more than 200 years.

On the outskirts of a metropolis, the surrounding land is being developed.It and the surrounding area have not been demolished, and it has been deserted all the time. This is really an incredible thing.

Her friend wrote in the email: [Part of the reason is that it belongs to a private land property, and there is a cemetery nearby, so it has not been developed.

There is also a larger part of the reason because of a legend. It is said that a black mass was held there and many people died.

A lunatic aristocrat dug up the corpse from the grave, and then killed a man as a living sacrifice-it is said that the man was still his friend.When the Scotland Yard police arrived, the lunatic was clutching his friend's body, covered in blood.

Those who held the black mass with him were all killed by him, and those who survived went crazy.

Since then, whenever there is thunder and heavy rain, people nearby can see flickering candles and swaying figures.According to my uncle who lived there for more than ten years, this is the ghost of a man killed by a lunatic nobleman who came back here, wandering unwillingly. 】

After reading this email, Mary showed great interest in this place.Since those mysterious events, her interest in the mysteries has changed from a strong one to a deep belief.

Those strange, dreamlike legends, the hidden side of those worlds have always existed in her dreams.And as long as she maintains a firm exploration, she will definitely be able to touch this world and then walk in.

Imagine what a cool thing this is!

So this church might be her first key to open the door to the mysterious world, Mary thought excitedly, and she began to collect information and prepare for an expedition.

After several days of preparation, this evening, she walked into this long-abandoned Gothic-style church with a friend who had the same interests.

The church has a slender and jagged structure, with several black spiers soaring to the sky.The clock of the clock tower has been damaged for a long time, the hour hand fell off, and the remaining minute and second hands were frozen there.

The door of the church was locked by an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm. It was rusty and covered with traces of rainwater. The carvings on the door had been corroded clean, and there were large and small insect holes.

They can only choose to turn in through the window.

The high window on the west side has been damaged, revealing a dark hole. The two girls are petite, and they can just pass through by stepping on a ladder.

It was still a clear night, and the moonlight streamed in through the window, drawing out a vague outline of everything inside the church.

Mary turned on the flashlight she brought in her backpack, and a beam of snow-white light penetrated the dust that had been stirred up over the years and hit the end.

The original exquisite glass windows of the church have been completely broken, leaking out the mottled night sky.

Her friend looked up, down, left, and right at the layout in the dim light, and said with emotion: "It's not as broken as imagined, but it's basically well preserved. It can't be seen that it hasn't been used for nearly 200 years."

Mary held up the flashlight and looked up and down: "The files I found before said that this place was bought by a noble family and asked to keep it as it is. Maybe they have been doing basic maintenance."

"It's strange, why do you want to do this."

There is a thick layer of dust on the floor, and it creaks when you step on it. In some places, the floor has been broken, so be careful not to drop it.

They walked through the rotten tables, chairs and altars, with a damp and rancid smell lingering at the tip of their noses, as if they had come to the crazy killing night in the local urban legend, and the blood-covered lunatic walked towards them holding a butcher knife.

Mary took a deep breath, and was choked by the dust. She coughed and comforted her friend, "Don't be afraid, nothing will really happen. We're just testing it out today. It is said that those supernatural events will only happen in big cities." It rains."

They then walked forward and found that something was wrong. The place where the crucifix should have been placed was replaced by a stone tablet.

There was a line of writing engraved on the stone tablet, and they dusted it off. It was not in English, it looked like some kind of ancient writing.

Mary and her friend exchanged glances, took out her mobile phone, compared the handwriting on the beam of light, and found that it was exactly the same as that on the stele.

The content has long been translated, and it is the text in the Book of Enoch:

[During those years, I will open the gates of heaven's blessings so that the children of mankind will be blessed for their labor.Truth and peace will be united by an entire generation. 】

They all saw the extreme excitement in each other's eyes. You know, the secret of the beam of light is a hot topic all over the world. Everyone and every country is paying attention to it. And this secret, they actually found the key to crack it. !

They were busy taking pictures, their minds were filled with excitement, and they didn't even notice that there was a dark shadow behind them, blocking the moonlight from the broken window.

"Mary, why are you scaring me?" Mary's friend patted her.

Mary turned her head in doubt, "I don't."

The friend's face froze suddenly, and some kind of panic and fear climbed up her face for a moment. She seemed to want to say something: "Mary, this joke is not funny."

There is no need for Mary to be confused anymore, because she also heard the sound, rattling, like a person's leather shoes stepping on the floor, heavy and slow.

She felt her throat was dry and her limbs were cold, but she just didn't dare to turn her head.She could hear the footsteps intermittently approaching them slowly.

"I...don't know either," she finally replied.

The two girls looked at each other, and the previous fantasy and curiosity had long since been washed away by fear.Mary tried her best to turn her brain, and remembered that there had always been a small door at the back of the church for the priests to walk through, and they were all made of wood, which was very thin.

She didn't dare to go back, so she might as well try to move forward. She also carried a big hammer in her bag.

She summoned up her courage, pulled her friend and ran forward desperately.

The two girls were in a panic, and the light was dim. Mary stepped into the hollow of the floor, and a sharp pain came from her calf.The friend tried to help her up, but her leg got stuck in the crack, and the wooden thorns went into it, and it was amazing pain to move.

Mary's nose smelled her own blood, and at the same time she heard the heavier and heavier footsteps behind her.

The footsteps became heavier and louder, as if there were more people walking behind.

Mary trembled, not daring to look back no matter what.

Just as they started to call the police with trembling hands, a warm golden light shone down.The footsteps behind him disappeared.

They worked up the courage to look back, only to find that there was nothing behind them.

Where the golden light shines, there is a man.

It is not accurate to say that, he should not be a human being, behind him are three pairs of pure white wings surrounded by golden light, and the snow-white feathers are completely closed, as if every part is condensed by light.

His golden hair was scattered, his eyes were closed, and his expression was peaceful, as if he was in a deep sleep.

"Is this...an angel?"

The bright and gentle golden light shone on her face, Mary was stunned, she reached out her hand, wanting to touch.

Her fingers passed through the angel's body. It seemed that he didn't really exist in the world, but just a phantom.

"Hey, ma'am, it's not for sale, don't touch it." She heard a man's voice behind her.