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"Jero," Oberline shouted in a low voice, gasping for breath.

The pure, dressed in white, stepped out of the small door on one side, his steps so light that he could barely hear the voice, "I'm here. ”

The archbishop frowned, he didn't expect that there would be pure people in such a secret place, although they were all brought up by the pope after awakening, and served the crown for life, but ...... These women are witches after all. And the other party seemed to know about the existence of the Reflection Church before himself, which made him feel a little unhappy in his heart.

"Take him to the illusion room. ”

"Hmm. She walked over to the prayer table and pressed the stone carved canon on the table, a magical glow flashing, and the huge painting behind her slowly rose upward, revealing a swarthy metal door. Then Jero removed the pendant from the Pope's neck, inserted the hedron pendant into the door lock and twisted it, and there was a click from inside the iron door, which opened inward.

When she took out the pendant, she did not return it to Oberline, but to Mayne.

The archbishop looked back at the Pope, who nodded, "Take it, and you'll keep it from now on." Whether it is the library of the Privy Sanctuary or the secret door of the research institute, this hedron can be opened. ”

"Let's go," said Gerloid, smiling, taking Mayne's hand, and entering the room behind the giant painting—it was supposed to be a place where the church on the ground level did not exist, and in the same location, there was only a floor-to-ceiling window facing the Hermes plateau.

The room appears to be very spacious, with a circular structure, almost half the size of a prayer hall, which can accommodate dozens of people standing side by side, and it is difficult to associate it with a "secret room". However, there was nothing in the huge space, it looked empty, and the only place to sit was a stone bench that ran along the curved wall.

As the metal door closed, Mayne shook off the hand of the Pure, "Did Your Majesty let you in with you?"

Jieluo said disapprerovingly, "If I don't come in, who will activate the Phantom Stone? ”

Such an impudent answer suffocated Mayne's heart, it seems that she is still calling herself a witch under the crown of Oberline, and when she takes over the scepter and takes charge of the church, she must definitely make her understand that not only the Pope himself, but also the archbishop who has the right to inherit is also an object of respect.

"Then let's get started," he said, holding back the emotions that were surging in his heart, and sat down on the stone bench.

"Yes, my lord," Jie Luo lifted a dark board on the wall and pressed her hand to the magic stone, "but be prepared, as this is my first time activating this thing. ”

Wasn't she alive for more than two hundred years, and hadn't she participated in the previous papal transition ceremonies? Mayne felt a little strange in his heart, but before he had time to think about it, a dazzling light flashed, and he was surprised to find that he was already in the dark.

The darkness was so pure that there was no light source in sight, the walls, floors, and stone benches seemed to disappear, and it was as if he had been swallowed by an abyss beast, and he suddenly lost the concept of distance and proximity, and the sky and the earth were all one, and everything as far as the eye could see was black. Lowering his head, even his own body was annihilated in it.

Mayne held his breath and cautiously reached down and touched it, the stone bench still under him, stomping his feet, and the same did for the floor, which made him relax a little. It doesn't seem like he's been transferred to a new basement, it's just that the power of the magic stone has swallowed up all the light here. ，

But in such a dark situation, how can you see the "truth" in the mouth of the crown?

As if answering his question, the floor lit up again, but it was clear that this was not the scene of the Chamber of Secrets, for each stone slab was polished smooth and shiny, carved with intricate and delicate patterns, reflecting a faint blue sheen. Soon there was a glow overhead, and he was surprised to see a transparent skylight on the top panel, through which he could even see the clear sky and clouds outside.

In a few moments, the rest of the room appeared: a marble round table, chairs in a circle, maps and glasses on the table, curtains hanging from all sides, decorative swords and shields, and a giant horned deer's head hanging from the top of the main entrance.

Then came the figures.

Mayne couldn't believe it to see the vivid images of women in their ornate robes, sitting around a round table, and in front of the hall door, at the head of the group, was the red-haired witch king. Her hands were folded in front of her, her head held high, her eyes staring straight ahead, and the eyes of others were focused on her, everything looking like a realistic picture.

This is what the illusion represents? Mayne thought to herself, as the scene before her was so rich that it was indistinguishable from the real thing, as if everyone had come to life in an instant.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Divine Punishment Experiment has been successful, and one of the witches beside Akaris, who is currently extremely fierce, fearless of life and death, and extremely powerful—even a weak auxiliary witch can be transformed into a powerful warrior no less than the primordial transcendent. In addition, they also have the ability to disrupt the release of mana, which is undoubtedly a great advantage when facing mad demons and helllords who also need to drive magic stones to fight.

But the ritual of transformation costs a witch's life, and I've heard that not everyone succeeds. Someone said.

It's just a matter of inconsequential details, and she spreads her hands, and I'm sure as the research continues, and the Quest will find a way to make amends.

Don't say it so lightly, Elaine, we're a minority in our own right, and every witch counts!" the man frowned.

What is the difference between dying at the hands of the devil and dying at the ceremony, Elaine held her head high, at least the latter could make one last contribution to the Federation.

What do you say?

That's enough. Akalis said softly, although the voice was low, but the scene instantly fell silent, and everyone closed their mouths, waiting for what the Witch King was going to say next.

Mortals cannot defeat the devil, my sisters, she said calmly, we can do nothing, enjoy this last piece of peace, and wait for the devil's next invasion, and then history will erase us completely. We can also make a last-ditch effort and put our hope in the Divine Punishment Samurai and make sacrifices for it. I'll admit it's a tough choice, but as long as humanity can continue, the witch lineage will never be broken.

Although I am the queen of Falling Star City, I am willing to leave this important choice to you: whether you want to give up resistance and die quietly, or whether you want to avenge your deceased sister, drive the devil out of the Dawn Realm, and restore the former glory of witches, it is your freedom.

Of course, none of the people present could personally participate in the Third Battle of the Divine Will, so whatever the choice, we can all survive this short life in peace. Remember, the choice you are making now is not just for yourself, but for the sake of the witch race...... So that the sisters can still see the smile of the gods in the future.

If you disagree, please stand up now.

. (To be continued.) )