paranoianovel Chapter 558 Pure Soul
Chapter 558 Pure Soul
Today is destined to be an uneasy day for the people of the Kailide Empire.
In Sol City, after Braham rushed to the Holy See, he only saw crazy believers and corpses on the ground.
In the secret room of the Holy See, the mutated Katsi and the priest were lying in a pool of blood, and the divinity of the goddess of order was still rippling in the surrounding air.
The grotesque statue had been shattered into pieces by divine power.
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After a half-day trek, Braham's adjutant Sharna finally arrived at Kailin City, a city with a teleportation array near Sol City.
Through the teleportation array in Kailin City, he quickly rushed to the royal capital, knelt in front of the king and reported the crisis Sol City was facing.
King Cairide, the legendary knight Dubois, looked sad.
Things similar to Sol City have happened more than ten times in Kelide.
They broke out without warning and polluted extremely quickly. Now eight cities have been completely destroyed, and the remaining seven cities are still waiting for support and struggling to support themselves.
"I already know about Sol City, but the troops in the royal city are no longer enough. I can only give you the power to mobilize other lords' troops to support Sol City."
"I obey your will, Your Majesty."
Sharna understood the king's difficulty.
It was only when he arrived in the royal city that he learned that mysterious pollution had appeared in so many cities, and that Kairid had already been in turmoil a week ago.
Moreover, the Temple of Order in the Royal City has taken the lead in conducting research on polluters.
"Tap tap tap!"
At this time a knight entered the palace in a hurry.
He knelt down beside the king and whispered something to him.
Sharna's expression changed instantly when he saw the king.
"Are you telling the truth?" Du Bois couldn't believe it, and could hardly suppress his voice.
The knight nodded grimly, with a bitter look on his face.
If you look carefully, you can see bright silver armor under his black cloak, with scales and scrolls engraved on the armor.
This is the symbol of the Temple of Order and also highlights the identity of the knight - he is a guard knight from the Temple of Order.
"Your Majesty, did something happen to the Temple of Order?"
Sharna raised his head, his eyes vaguely swept over the knight and the king, and many not-so-good guesses emerged in his heart.
King Kelid did not say anything clearly. He had a livid face and his cheeks trembled. Then he dismissed all the irrelevant personnel in the palace until only the Royal Guard Knights and the most trusted ministers were left.
"Come with me, follow me to the Temple of Order." He sighed without saying anything clearly.
But everyone could feel that something unexpected had happened.
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It was dusk at this time, and twilight was gradually spreading on the streets.
The royal guard knights led the way, while the king and his bodyguard followed behind with stern expressions.
Everyone quickly arrived at the Temple of Order, which was surrounded by the guard knights of the Temple of Order. Even believers could not enter.
The surrounding atmosphere was solemn, like a winter night, with only the battle flags flapping in the strong wind.
Sharna pursed his lips, already having a bad feeling in his heart.
Everyone followed the guard knight into the Temple of Order.
In the vast hall of the temple, the Pope was kneeling in front of the statue.
His eyes were filled with extreme grief, like extinguished sparks. His hands trembled as he gently touched the cracks on the statue. The goddess statue that once exuded hazy light had lost its luster. She held up the scales and Scroll, looking calmly into the distance, the majesty is still there but it has lost its divinity.
The surrounding nuns and believers sobbed softly, and the temple was filled with breathless sadness and despair.
King Dubois of Cairide walked toward the Pope tremblingly, his steps hurried like a child just learning to walk. He almost fell, and with a "pop", he knelt in front of the statue together with the Pope.
At first he couldn't believe it, but now he had to face the facts.
"Has Her Majesty the Goddess really abandoned us?" Du Bois murmured blankly, staring blankly at the cracked statue.
He grew up under the glory of the goddess. From the moment he was born, he and his brother received the goddess's blessings.
He acquired powerful force and eventually succeeded his father as king.
The elder brother gained supreme wisdom, took over the temple and became the current Pope.
Over the course of a hundred years, the two brothers built Kelid into a powerful empire second only to Andorra.
They followed the oracle of the goddess of order, maintained absolute order, cooperated with the Holy See of Light, and became the only neutral country in the northern continent.
"No!" A mixture of anger and grief appeared on the Pope's face, and his roar was like thunder.
This was the first time Du Bois saw such a look on his gentle and always smiling brother.
Pope Narlux looked at his brother coldly and rebuked sternly:
"The goddess never abandoned us, but she saw the crisis in the future and finally left her hope to us!"
He took out the Book of Order wrapped in divinity, with divine light shining in his ice-blue eyes.
"In order to prevent us from being polluted, the goddess has used divine power to change the rules and establish a new order. Our vision, smell, and hearing have been separated from our souls. The pollution of those filthy people will be blocked, but we still have There’s one last step to take.”
Du Bois watched Lux put down the Book of Order, and the golden Book of Order lay flat on his knees.
Then he took off his dagger from his waist.
"What are you doing?!" Du Bois exclaimed.
Lux raised the dagger with one hand, and two lines of hot tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
He spoke slowly: "I want to respond to the sacrifices made by the goddess."
After saying this, under Du Bois' horrified gaze, he inserted the dagger into his eye and slowly cut it open from left to right.
The severe pain made him roar like a beast.
"You..." Du Bois wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it.
The only thing he can do is to be a bystander.
No one has a more pure faith in the Goddess of Order than the Pope!
He could only watch helplessly as his brother cut his eyes, pierced his ears, cut his nose open, pulled off the flesh, and chiseled off the bones on the bridge of his nose bit by bit.
Blood was flowing down his face, and the Pope looked like an evil ghost at this moment.
But the surrounding believers and faith knights looked at him with reverence.
They knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly for the Pope, just like a pilgrimage.
The three senses of eyes, nose, and ears have been blocked.
There is one step left unfinished.
Lux breathed a sigh of relief, ordered the knight to get a needle and thread, and sewed his mouth shut with the last stitch.
He put on a silver mask that he had prepared in advance to block the face that would make even the devil tremble when he saw it.
Now Lukes was convinced.
Your soul will always be pure and belong to the goddess alone!