Chapter 128 He Will Die There (Additional Update for Monthly Tickets)

Gudong!

The indescribable chill made Irelia swallow her saliva.

The inexplicable sound echoing in her ears made Irelia's skin raise a layer of small pimples. She tried to shake the sound away from her ears, but she couldn't.

The voice seemed to echo directly in her mind, constantly stimulating Irelia's consciousness.

Irelia's right hand had been raised at some point, and her trembling fingertips reached for the button on the wall.

Snapped!

The fingers of her left hand suddenly grabbed the wrist of her right hand, and Irelia almost tried her best to drag her right hand back.

Irelia is no longer the simple nun she was originally. During this period of studying the Psalms, Irelia cannot avoid being exposed to knowledge in the field of occultism.

In the field of occultism, the only iron rule is not to try to explore the sounds that should not be heard, and not to try to spy on the existence that should not be seen.

Madness, distortion, death, this is the threat that runs through the occult.

A strong impulse suddenly emerged in Irelia's heart, as if there was something hidden behind this door that had a strong attraction for her, making her want to get close.

Immediately afterwards, Irelia's body trembled violently, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She bit the tip of her tongue and used the stinging pain on her body to force herself back to normal. At the same time, she took advantage of the brief moment of clarity to retreat quickly.

After increasing the distance from the bookshelf and the wall, the strong feeling finally gradually weakened.

A cold breeze blew outside the window.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and Irelia realized that in just that short time, her body had been soaked with cold sweat.

Morol Church does not seem to be as peaceful as it appears.

It always felt like there was some kind of extremely terrifying existence sealed behind that wall.

Irelia didn't know what it was, but she had a hunch that if she really opened that door, her self might be gone.

That's something you can't touch. Even if you really want to open that door, you have to gather enough experts.

For example, call Ron, Archbishop Gerald, Bishop Virgil, and even Saint Christian.

There are enough troubles in Larnaca City now, and Irelia doesn't want unplanned situations to interfere with their original arrangement.

When Irelia left the library completely, that feeling completely disappeared.

However, vaguely, it seems that one can hear a low roar coming from the depths of the library:

"dusk……"

…

call!

Ron let out a long breath.

The exhaled air condensed into a light mist like white frost.

In the large room, the temperature is dropping.

"Have you refined the resentful soul?" Lydia's voice came from beside her.

This witch, like a pig, slept soundly for a whole day and a whole night.

As an undead witch, Lydia could obviously feel something different. A hazy shadow could be seen next to Ron. The drop in temperature in the room was the breath of the resentful soul.

As for the identity of the resentful spirit, it is Melville.

Lydia didn't have any special feelings for Melville. She didn't like him, and she couldn't even say she hated him. At most, she was a little tired of Melville's narcissistic behavior that he thought was romantic and unrestrained.

But, no matter what, Melville was also a member of the Spang Theocracy, and they had also performed missions together. Seeing Melville's soul being transformed into a resentful spirit, Lydia felt a little depressed.

Lydia, who has read the Necronomicon, knows very well what the resentful soul represents. It is an ending even more miserable than death.

"Reuse the waste." Ron did not deny it, but simply replied.

"Has the soul refining been successful?"

Lydia pursed her lips. Now she was no longer the third princess of the Spang Theocracy, but a slave girl who had signed a contract with Ron. She did not need to consider things beyond her own identity.

Although it was sad, Lidya felt inexplicably that her life was easier than before.

She took out six bottles of magic potion from the storage ring and handed them to Ron.

There were six bottles of magic potion, three of which seemed to contain pure water, while the other three contained something that seemed to be filled with mist.

A smile appeared at the corner of Ron's mouth. It was exactly the same as in his impression. As expected of Lydia, the soul-removing potion was a very difficult potion, and it could be refined so easily.

"You did a great job." Ron praised.

Lidya curled her lips, seemingly disdainful, but she actually felt a little happy because of her master's praise.

This damn advanced contract document was constantly affecting her.

After taking these potions, Ron walked out of the room. Charlene was guarding the door.

The sky was a bit gloomy, perhaps because it had just rained last night. There was a thin white mist floating in the air. A gust of wind blew and the mist gradually dispersed.

The dawn light scattered from the horizon, shining on the face, reflecting golden-red light.

Ron first went to Irelia's place. This girl seemed to have been studying chants very late last night, and she was still asleep now.

Her face was quiet.

Calm and natural.

Her gentle and delicate face is hard to associate with the White Saint whose eyes will be filled with blood in the future.

It would be great if Irelia could stay like this.

Then Ron went to Vergil again and handed three bottles of pure water-like potion to Vergil.

Virgil didn't say a word, he just silently put away these potions. He knew how to use them.

After arranging these contents, Ron planned to leave directly, but suddenly stopped at the door. The expression on his face became a little strange, and he looked at Virgil up and down. To be honest, Ron was really like him. I don't see anything that would attract Linde.

"What's wrong?" Ron's slightly strange gaze made Virgil feel a little furry: "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Virgil, I have a question for you..."

"Say it."

"How would you feel if someone had a crush on you?"

Virgil's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's pretty cool."

Ron is a prophet. He must have seen a beautiful woman secretly liking him in the future... Thinking of this, Virgil is quite happy. It seems that he is still very masculine.

Seeing Virgil's appearance, Ron's lips twitched slightly, feeling that it would be better not to break Virgil's fantasy. This was really a bit too cruel.

Ron turned to leave.

"Ah, by the way, tomorrow, the city guards and church clergy will prepare for a joint operation to clear out the black beasts and young gods. Don't forget it." Virgil's voice came from behind.

Young God, Black Beast.

Ron's expression suddenly became solemn.

It depends on tomorrow how effective all the resistance they have done will be, and whether their fate will change.

No matter what, he has reached the limit of his ability.

Nodding heavily, Ron returned to his room.

His fingers rubbed the ring of the soul boat, and his consciousness sank. He wanted to make one last arrangement before tomorrow came.

…

Granville Royal City.

Agnes stretched her arms lazily. After leaving the palace, every day of her life made her feel particularly happy.

This is probably how a bird breaks free from its cage.

The delicate toes gently tapped on a leaf, and the body just stayed in the air, holding a cup of milk tea in his right hand and making a sizzling sound in his mouth.

His sight was staring at the Cathedral of the Goddess of Dawn a few hundred meters away.

Apu Lawn Montgomery doesn't know what he is planning recently. He seems to be very excited, maybe he is thinking of some dirty and bad plan.

Speaking of which, Mr. Captain hasn't called her for several days, which makes her feel a little lonely.

Just as Agnes was thinking this, dense threads suddenly appeared in the air in front of her.

Agnes didn't react at all, letting the threads wrap around her body.

…

the other side.

A female warrior with a silver mask on her face was taking Dolores through the air, with the mountains below her.

She is obviously a warrior, but her speed is even more exaggerated than that of a thief.

The strong wind whistled in her ears, and Dolores's soft golden hair fluttered behind her, making her unable to open her eyes.

Suddenly, the female warrior stopped.

The eyes under the mask looked blankly at the empty arms... Where is my eldest princess?

…

It gradually became clear before Dolores. The eldest princess, who had already experienced it once, was no longer as panicked by this mysterious summons as she was the first time.

Of course, this time it may be Sister Anna's turn to panic. I hope Sister Anna will not go crazy, otherwise, the mountain range may disappear.

Miss Fox's familiar greeting voice came from the side. She still admired the mysterious Mr. Captain as before. Her voice was very brisk. It was obvious that Miss Fox had been quite happy during this period. A thought flashed through Dolores's mind, and she quickly gathered her mood and saluted solemnly to the so-called captain: "Dear Mr. Captain, good afternoon."

Seeing Dolores's appearance and remembering that not long ago, the two were having fun together, Ron couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

He was even a little curious. If the thick fog on the surface of the soul body was dispersed and Dolores could see his appearance, what would the expression of Her Royal Highness the Princess be like?

That expression will definitely be wonderful.

However, Ron did not do this stupidly. Her Royal Highness, who was so angry that she was so angry, would probably pounce on him desperately and bite him hard several times.

Moreover, letting Dolores know the captain's true identity will also cause unnecessary trouble for Ron's many subsequent arrangements.

The repairman's gaze wasn't just on him.

An important character like Dolores is also the object of the repairman's attention.

Several thoughts quickly passed through his mind, and Ron continued to maintain the image of the captain.

Miss Fox Agnes's cheeks seemed a little red, and she seemed a little embarrassed: "Dear Mr. Captain, I am very sorry that I have not been able to collect Archibald's notes during this time."

He felt a little disappointed. After all, Ron wanted to know what happened to Archibald after his break with the Andre family.

"It doesn't matter..." Ron spoke slowly, his voice as melodious as usual: "Archibald's notes are not something that is easy to collect."

When she heard that Mr. Captain was not angry because of this matter, Agnes patted her chest gently with her little hand, feeling a little relieved. It was indeed Mr. Captain who was kind and kind. He would not punish his family members for their occasional mistakes and incompetence.

After adjusting her mood, Agnes spoke again: "About the Vice-Pope of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, Apu Lawn Montgomery, he seems to have encountered some good things recently, and he seems to be in a pretty good mood, but he has basically never left the church. He didn’t do anything unusual, Mr. Captain, do I still need to keep an eye on him?”

Agnes began to ask for instructions on the next step.

Ron shook his head slightly: "There is no need to continue to look at him. I will give you a new task now."

"Go to Dragon Nest."

Dragon Nest!

As soon as these three words appeared, Agnes and Dolores both changed their expressions. Although the Dragon Clan had perished, its prestige still existed.

Agnes calmed down quickly and lowered her eyes: "Dear Mr. Captain, please forgive me for being presumptuous. I want to know the reason..."

"The Golden City is still hanging in the sky. The Dragon Clan has been destroyed, but the raging impact has not dissipated. Recently, many powerful people have tried to enter the Dragon Valley and the Golden City, but they have been unable to get close."

Ron's eyes dropped, and he did not blame Agnes for being presumptuous: "Apu will appear in Dragon Nest."

"He's going to die there."

Here comes the fourth chapter, there will be another update later.