Chapter 212 Old Love, Valhalla, Dance for the Dead
The church square has been reduced to rubble.
The strange-looking apostle, with its wings fanning atop the distant Broken Peak, is just a blurry black shadow from a distance, but the huge full moon behind it occupies the entire night sky, like a moon It is God’s eyes that are opened.
The moon in this world is not the moon that Yeats was familiar with, which symbolizes longing, relatives and friends, and tenderness. Instead, it represents absurdity, mystery, and causes people to go crazy.
Under the moonlight, werewolves howled, witches danced, and the silver moon caused tides in the earth and blood, making people panic, restless, and breathless.
The gaze beam shot out from the evil eye apostle's eyeballs was like a precision-guided missile. With the help of the field of true vision, it struck Yeats and his party from a distance on the mountain peak. That distance has exceeded Candela's casting limit. If you want to fight back, you must resist the firepower and advance toward Brocken Peak little by little.
Boom! boom! boom!
Kandra released the arcane barrier with one hand and held an oak cane with the other hand. His face was solemn and his white beard was flying. He took advantage of the gap between the apostle's spellcasting and kept moving closer to the mountain. However, just to withstand the basic attacks from the holy realm, even though he had the title of "the first mage under the holy realm", he was already exerting all his strength at this moment.
I can’t imagine how devastating the world will be when the Evil Eye Apostle actually casts a holy realm spell. By then, Candela thought to himself that he would perish here.
However, I have no choice... Kandra's eyes are deep... If he hesitates because of fear, then he, with his stupid talent, will never be able to inherit the mantle of "Watcher" and become the strongest mage in the Midgard Continent.
That goes back decades ago. Kandra was seriously injured while chasing a lich and was on the verge of death. In order to save him, Circe took him to the "Watcher's Tower".
The Watcher, according to the oracle of the goddess of magic Minerva, protects the Atrium Continent from being invaded by other planes. The legendary mage Merlin also has the identity of a watcher.
In the Watcher's Tower, the wisdom of the previous Watchers about magic is preserved. This wisdom has survived in the wizard's tower in the form of projection for hundreds of years. Theoretically, any mage is qualified to accept the test of these projections. As long as he can pass it, he can inherit the identity and power of the Watcher.
Cersei learned about the 'Watcher's Tower' from the oracle of the High Priest of the Witches. It turned out that many years ago, in the Age of Gods before the Magic Network was born, it had been There were "Watchers". At that time, the Watchers did not yet obey Minerva's orders, and witches and mages were both called "wizards".
The Watcher's Tower is located in the endless forest sea at the junction of the Elf Kingdom and the Roland Kingdom. It is a no-nonsense zone. The Mages Guild has no right to monopolize it. There are also precedents for elves and witches to become watchers.
Circe went to great lengths to bring the dying Kandra into the Watcher's Tower. After that, the unconscious Candela, because of his righteous and awe-inspiring character, was unexpectedly recognized by the Watcher projections, who rescued Candela and made him a Watcher. In the end, Candela became the number one mage in the sanctuary with his extremely dull qualifications.
Watchers are destined to devote themselves completely to their mission and stay away from the lust of the world.
The part of Candela’s personal life was drastically compressed. Kendra and Circe gradually became estranged, misunderstood, and drifted apart, and then another hundred years passed.
One party launched a fierce battle with the shadow prince who broke into the material plane, guarded the isolated city and killed the evil god, which shocked the continent. The other party became the high priest of the Witches, and devoted himself to saving innocent civilians in the decades after the witch-hunting order was issued.
“Why did you suddenly think of these?”
Candela laughed at herself: "Is it because I'm about to die here?"
To this day, Candela can't face her true heart. She doesn't know whether she respects or respects Circe. Guilt, or love. She is his teacher, the benefactor who gave him a second life, and a friend with whom he has experienced many battles and spent many years...
Kandra knows that Circe must be very disappointed in herself, even He might hate himself, but he didn't want to see Circe's cold and unfamiliar eyes, and he didn't want his calm heart to crack again. All he could do was escape.
Shameful, but useful.
At least I can focus on the battle without any distractions.
Candela faced the Evil Eye Apostle's gaze beam and flew towards the Broken Peak. The aftermath that landed on the barrier exploded. Candela suddenly felt the pressure lighten and looked to his side in surprise.
“I taught you this protective spell.”
Cersei flew beside Kandra, stretched out her hand with Kandra to unfold the barrier, and said coldly:
“No Distracted, just like I taught you."
The aura on Circe's body continued to rise, and she reached the sixth ring in an instant, and moved closer to the quasi-sacred realm.
Candela's heart trembled. Such power must come at a huge price!
Cersei's black hair quickly turned white. She had taken off her mask, and her beautiful face quickly became old and covered with wrinkles. A graceful witch suddenly turned into an old man. The old woman, only her flawless green emerald eyes and tall nose can reveal her unparalleled elegance.
Heroes grow old and beauties grow old.
In Candela's eyes, nothing has changed, everything is exactly the same as before. The smiling witch is standing in front of him, making a sweet voice like silver bells.
“What are you thinking about?”
Circe's soul was burning, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became deeper and deeper, and she whispered:
"Do you have to die in front of you?"
Boom!
Staring at the beam, it exploded on the increasingly condensed protective barrier. The air flow lifted Circe's white hair, and the firelight reflected her face.
For some reason, Candela felt a little warm in her eyes and said with a smile:
"Fortunately, we are just old and still alive, Circe."
Cercy was startled slightly.
Inexplicably, Yeats's poem, "Love the sad wind and frost on your fading face," came to Candela's mind.
When he was young, everyone said that Circe was beautiful, but he felt that the Circe in front of him was even more beautiful than when he was young. He loved Circe's weather-beaten face more than when he was young.
Cersei looked at the shimmering and sharp eyes of Candela, her eyes gradually softened, and she maintained a stern tone:
"In the face of a powerful enemy, you are still as naive as ever."
"We don't have much time left." Said, Circe looked back at the Evil Eye Apostle on the top of the mountain, "We must delay the attack at any cost. He, until the reinforcements arrive."
"Where are the reinforcements?"
"You don't have to worry about it, just listen to me."
"You want Lilith. Arrival?" Kandra looked directly into Circe's eyes.
Circe's eyes flickered, she reached out to touch Kandra's cheek, and lied:
"No, it's the other guardians."
Kandra smiled, she was lying, he could tell, But he still believed in Circe. Trust, in many cases, could turn decay into magic.
The two quasi-sacred-level powerhouses, constantly burning their soul power, flew together towards the Evil Eye Apostle on top of Brocken Peak.
The evil eye apostle's eyes kept turning, and his anger gradually rose.
In the realm of true vision, the scenes of the two loving each other were continuously broadcast in front of the apostle's eyes, causing his face to be covered with old dog food.
Evil Eye Apostle: "..."
You two, do you really think I don't exist?
[Valhalla] cannot tolerate your souls, let’s go to hell together!
*
On top of the Brocken Peak, a sanctuary-level battle erupted with halos of energy one after another under the starry sky.
The magic power tide then set off, the magic network here completely collapsed, and the turbulent flow of mana set off a fierce wind.
Gray and the Red Devil were flying in mid-air. Looking at the terrifying battle momentum, they frowned:
"What exactly is the content of the trial?"
The Sword of Silver must be obtained as soon as possible in order to lead Yeats out of trouble. Gray has no time to pay attention to the battle situation and allows the Red Devil to start the trial as soon as possible.
"Please don't be anxious, my friend, this will take you to a scene you have never seen before."
The Red Devil took Gray and landed beside an untouched river in Broken Mountain. Wave your hands to unfold the illusion.
The surrounding environment suddenly changed like a fairyland, with mist lingering and fragrance filling the air. Gray looked around in surprise, only to see a beautiful and majestic palace appearing in front of her.
This is a sparkling golden palace that seems to be floating on the clouds from a distance.
The palace has spear poles hanging from the rafters and the roof is covered with golden shields, showing a rough and bold architectural style. There are about hundreds of arches at the entrance of the palace.
"Is this still in China?" Gray asked in surprise.
The Red Devil cleared his throat and said: "Welcome to [Valhalla]! The promised land of the dead!"
"In this world, sacrifice heroically on the battlefield. The warriors will not enter the underworld of Hela, but will ascend to Valhalla."
The Red Devil pretended to be amazed in his tone:
"They will come when the end of the world comes. A sudden resurrection! To win the battle of doomsday! It’s great to be alive and fight for the continuation of the new world!”
Gray muttered in a low voice: "I can't understand it at all..."
"My friend, Valhalla has a total of 540 doors, which can be used by 800 warriors to pass through at once. When the war between gods breaks out, When the time comes, the heroic spirits will swarm out of this palace!”
The red devil is like a conscientious person! The tour guide led Gray towards the golden palace, pointed to a shining apple tree in front of the door, and said:
“This is called the tree of Glashir. The fruit produced on the tree is as delicious as gold. Apples and Apples of Youth.”
Atop the apple tree stood a majestic rooster.
The red devil jumped up, grabbed the big rooster, pulled off its feathers, stuck it in his hat, and then let it go.
"Look, these are the golden eggs laid by the rooster Gullinkenbi." The red devil opened his palm to Gray like magic, "It tastes very good, but it will run away if you are not careful. "
As he spoke, the red devil threw the egg into the sky. The egg cracked open, a pair of wings stretched out from it, and flew away.
Gray: "...Roosters can also lay eggs?"
"There is nothing wrong with Glinken being a rooster." The Red Devil shrugged, "But how can you assume the gender of a rooster? ?”
Gray's mouth twitched: "Would you like to listen to see what you are talking about?"
"Back to the subject, the first trial is to take you to the grand banquet in the Hall of Valor!"
The red devil rubbed his hands excitedly: "Even I have only tasted the delicacies at the banquet once, and I didn't want to go back to hell on the spot... Let's go, I will show you today's ingredients first, make sure they are fresh! "
The devil hummed a tune proudly and walked arrogantly ahead, leading Gray to a goat that was grazing.
Pop!
The red devil patted the goat's trembling butt and said:
"Hey, Hedren! How about you let me taste your milk again today!"
The goat slowly chewed the grass. , glanced sideways at the red devil, and then cast his gaze at the wooden barrel on the side, indicating that the red devil could help himself.
The Red Devil began to milk the goat and explained: "Hedren's milk is an unparalleled mead that can be produced continuously."
"In addition to goat milk mead, See that big wild boar in the distance? ”
"Where?" Gray only saw a hill.
"That's the mountain." The red devil said calmly.
"Huh?" Gray was surprised.
The Red Devil capped the barrel, handed it to Gray, and then jumped up to the mountain.
The mountain began to move and slowly turned around.
Gray was shocked.
How big a wild boar is that! Compared with him, an elephant becomes an ant!
“It’s called the sacred pig, Shahlimnir!” the red devil shouted, “because the meat is so delicious and can be resurrected and regenerated continuously. Even Jormungandr and Fenri Edu didn't kill it!"
Finished.
The red devil transformed into a huge mountain-chopping ax and chopped off a piece of steak.
The piece of meat fell to the ground with a rumble, it was just a drop in the bucket, and the divine pig didn't react at all.
Soon, the red devil picked up the steak, took the goat milk bucket from Gray, and led her to a large pot.
This is a round cauldron with a diameter of about three meters. The outer wall is bronze and shines with a thick light. Runes and arcane patterns flash on it. The handles on both sides are like the claws of an ancient dragon.
Gray hissed, this is indeed material from the ancient dragon!
“I recognize this cauldron.” Gray heard it from Yeats, “It is the artifact [Arenir]!”
The red devil was stunned and applauded: "You really have amazing wisdom, you even know its real name!"
Gray looked slightly embarrassed, this is obviously Yeats's knowledge...and now, can help Yeats Zhi’s only one is myself.
"Okay, let the legendary chef cook for us."
The red devil clapped his hands, and a huge monster appeared behind the cauldron.
“Ah!” Gray was startled, “What a big toad!”
The legendary chef has slippery skin, mucus constantly exuding from his body, two beard-like tentacles protruding from the corners of his lips, wearing a bloated white chef's uniform, and holding a spatula.
“It’s a catfish, not a toad.” The Red Devil said sternly, “Andhelimnir, who is a divine chef... his name is so long, let’s call him Ander... he has a god-like sensitivity. Tongue and taste are also the key to his becoming a master chef!"
Gray saw the catfish spirit spit out a long tongue, put it in his hand, and played it like a musical instrument.
Gray: "..."
This magical chef is so disgusting to look at!
"Ender, please come and cook today's dinner." The red devil rubbed his hands and said expectantly, "You must show off your best cooking skills!"
The catfish monster grinned and said: "Don't worry. Give it to me!”
In the banquet hall of the palace.
Gray sat on the seat uneasily.
The red devil put on a waiter's costume, carried a dinner plate with a bell-shaped lid, and placed it in front of Gray.
The Red Devil filled Gray with goat's milk mead, then opened the bell-shaped lid and said with a smile:
"Please taste, the most delicious wild boar steak in the world!"
Golden color The steak is dotted with finely chopped thyme leaves and other spices, giving it an attractive dark brown color. The meat juices seeping out during the grilling process are shiny, like a carefully carved work of art.
The tangy aroma and heat came to her face. The aroma of meat and herbs were perfectly combined. Gray couldn't help but swallow her saliva, feeling irresistible.
"Do I have to taste this?" Gray asked.
"Yes." The Red Devil said sternly, "If you feel satisfied when you taste it, please say that spell as agreed!"
The Red Devil is very sure that Gray will be attracted by this delicious dish. And completely fell.
How can humans resist the delicacies cooked by the divine chef?
Unless she tastes the same quality food regularly.
But this is simply impossible!
The red devil showed a seductive smile and said: "This is the content of the first level of the trial, please taste it, my friend."
Gray calmed down and cut open the knife gently The meat steak is extremely tender. At the moment of entry, the unparalleled and wonderful taste of the divine pig complements the superb cooking techniques, bringing an astonishing appetite enjoyment. Gray took another sip of the goat's milk mead, and then let out a soft sigh.
The red devil smiled as if he had a winning chance.
Just when he thought Gray was about to say the spell of surrender, his smile suddenly froze on his face.
"Based on these..."
Gray shook his head and said:
"Compared with Yeats's cooking skills, it is still far behind."
Taste After Yeats's craftsmanship, Gray's threshold has been raised, and she has no interest in these delicacies at all.
The red devil’s eyes were full of disbelief.
In the first level, the test is actually material sensory enjoyment, symbolized by the desire for food and drink.
Even if Gray passes the level, the Red Devil will think that she is because of her strong will.
But what is this reason?
How can human cooking skills be so amazing?
Although the food I imitated cannot be compared with the original version, my cooking skills are definitely beyond the reach of human gourmets.
Incredible, the Red Devil couldn't help but become curious about the "Yeats" in Gray's mouth.
It seems that there is a master of gastronomy hidden beside Gray!
The Red Devil could tell that Gray was not lying. She was really not interested in this dish, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
“Okay, the first level, even if you pass——”
As he spoke, the Red Devil suddenly overturned the table: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Gray was stunned: "Do I pass the level?"
"Yes, I will prepare the content of the next level of trial."
The Red Devil asked casually: "That's right. , the Yeats you are talking about...is he also in Sariel's field?"
Gray was silent.
“Do you want to save him?” the red devil asked teasingly, “or do you like him?”
Gray: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up to the next level!"
The Red Devil smiled meaningfully, took off his hat and bowed: "As you command, I will start preparing now!"
*
In the realm of true vision.
The Broken Mountains are shrouded in night, illuminated from time to time by the aftermath of the war, and a black shadow flies rapidly in mid-air.
Based on the location provided by Circe, Yeats quickly flew to the location of the Advent ceremony, the Maypole.
As long as the Maypole is lit and the red shoes are danced around the bonfire, Lilith may respond to the ritual and descend into incarnation.
After all, she is the leader of the witches. If the believers in the world suffer a major blow, it will not be good news for her.
Yeats feels that there is a possibility of cooperating with Lilith. Although cooperating with her is equivalent to playing with fire, only she can compete head-on with the Evil Eye Apostle!
Looking back at the Brocken Peak, Yeats' eyes were solemn. The two quasi-sacred realms, Kandra and Circe, cooperated tacitly and could delay time, but they could never defeat the Evil Eye Apostle.
In other words, your own side is the key to determining the direction of the battlefield!
The biting wind blew across his face like a knife, Yeats mobilized the wings of the God of Poetry to the extreme, his eyes were condescending, scanning the Brocken Mountains in the darkness, looking for the Maypole.
Duan Ya chatted with Yeats all the time:
“To be honest, Yeats, every time I work with you, I encounter such exciting things. It’s really It’s so interesting!”
“Then don’t leave, there will be lots of excitement in the future!”
"Let me think about it!" Zhuan Ya said seriously.
Yeats's gaze was like a torch, and he reflected a fig tree decorated with herbs and garlands, disguised in the jungle, and felt happy in his heart.
"Found it!"
Yeats quickly fell.
However, a sense of crisis from his soul exploded in his heart, his hair stood on end and his limbs were cold!
"Be careful!" Zuanya's reminder was too late after all, "There is a guy with five rings hiding here!"
In the jungle, golden light rose into the sky, and the fists condensed into fighting spirit. , this punch was aimed in advance, and came straight towards Yeats in mid-air!
Yeats' reaction suddenly became sluggish, and his perception became stiff in the face of the huge impact. He was completely unable to dodge and continued flying in a daze.
But in times of crisis, the strong character developed in the realm of souls once again came into play!
Yeats suddenly lifted the wings of the God of Poetry, faced the fear of falling from a high altitude, and allowed himself to fall from an altitude of nearly a thousand meters.
Bang! !
This inevitable punch failed.
Yeats was covered with moonlight fighting energy and fell to the ground. His back suffered a violent impact and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood. He felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.
Moonlight Dou Qi exerts its 'moon healing' effect, constantly healing Yeats' injuries.
In the dense forest, dull footsteps sounded, and the sound was like a demon from hell.
"Moonlight fighting spirit? Haha, are you a mist believer or a moonlight believer? I'm really curious."
Pedro walked out of the shadows, the moonlight illuminated his wide black robe, All smiles on his face.
“I hope that when I take your body apart later, you can scream to my satisfaction.”
Yeats stood up with force and stood on the empty flat ground illuminated by the moonlight. , confronted Pedro, and made a disguised hoarse voice:
"How long have you been waiting here?"
Pedro grinned, pointed and said: "Soon, I have been waiting for you to arrive, and then give it to you!"
The Witches have high hopes, the key to the ceremony, and serve as the 'Maypole' The fig tree has been torn apart by Pedro's fist.
Under the moonlight, facing each other from a distance, Yeats looked solemn, his eyes flickered, and said:
"Intelligence, the interrogation took a long time, right?"
"Actually not long. Life. It is very valuable. Everyone has the desire to survive. I use the opportunity of survival to let the witches on trial speak. There are always some good children who can't hold back and will tell me everything."
With a smile on his face, Pedro stretched out his huge black-gloved palm, slowly clenched it, as if remembering, narrowed his eyes, and let out a sigh.
“And when the fire of hope is ignited in their eyes, and then the fire is crushed, the wonderful touch is completely different from the empty shell of flesh...”
< br>"Are there mostly psychopaths like you in the trial court?" Yeats said.
“Isn’t this what I should do?” Pedro asked strangely, “What methods the presiding judge can use and what tools he can use are clearly written in the witch-hunting order!”
“I never disobey God’s will, and I never even use tools. Instead, I use these hands to let them feel God’s embrace.”
Pedro crossed his arms and hugged himself, with a pious face. He paused and felt a little regretful:
“If there is anything wrong, it is that I want the children to go to heaven too much. This caused the detective to misunderstand."
"You killed the adopted orphan, sacrificed Andel, and summoned the apostle to come." Yeats said sternly: "If your god is the same as you. , then they should all be killed."
"Have you seen God?" Pedro asked suddenly.
Waiting for Yeats to answer, he answered by himself: "When I was ten years old, someone choked me, and I was suffering from pain and struggle, I heard God whispering in my ear. Whisper..."
"He told me——"
Pedro's eyes flashed with enthusiasm and he grinned excitedly.
“Kill him, or wait to be killed!”
Bang! !
Pedro unleashed a powerful punch, and the holy light illuminated the entire forest.
Yeats simply couldn't resist.
At this time, Kylea’s stern voice came from the demon pet plane:
“I will fight against this demon.”
The demon pet plane opened instantly , the headless horseman drove the nightmare horse and fought out of it on the dark fire.
Kelya actually resisted the punch with force... to be precise, she absorbed it.
The holy fire fell on Kelya, not only did it not burn her, but it injected a holy energy into her, making her body surge with the breath of immortality and holiness at the same time!
Holy light is the one that can best restrain undead creatures, but what happened to Kelya was something that even Yeats himself could not predict and was full of surprise!
Pedro was slightly startled when he saw some silver-white flames of holy light rising from the Headless Horseman's lance. He was surprised and said:
"Holy fire? Ghost? Are you sure? Yes... No, this is unbelievable!"
Kelya did not answer and charged out with a spear!
Pedro's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward, without fighting spirit, but with pure physical strength, punching out hard.
Bang!
The first punch directly smashed the two-meter-tall nightmare horse into smoke.
The second punch was changed to grabbing, grabbing Kelya's neck and slamming it to the ground!
But Pedro only grabbed Kelya's helmet.
"Headless Horseman!" The surprise in Pedro's eyes became more and more obvious.
Boom!
His movements did not hesitate at all, and his fists shot out like cannonballs, piercing through Kelya's body.
Kelya slowly drifted away, her soul power was severely damaged, and she returned to Yeats's demon pet plane. She could not be summoned again until three days later.
Yeats has told Hillud about the location, but he still needs to buy enough time. Facing the powerful five-ring man, his own means are stretched.
While he was thinking urgently, the shrill cries of the dead souls echoed in the forest.
“Help me...”
“It’s so cold...so dark...”
“He broke the ritual...We...can’t enter the underworld... "
Yeats' eyes flashed, and he remembered that the essence of the Maypole in the plot actually carries the souls of the witches.
After death, witches need to burn the Maypole before they can go to the underworld. Otherwise, they will wander around the world and become ghosts, or go to hell to serve evil gods.
Although witches get their power from Lilith, entering hell to serve the evil god is not what all witches want. If you have a choice, entering the underworld will be a better ending.
But now, Pedro destroyed the maypole and destroyed the last hope of these dead souls.
Yeats felt a trace of unbearability in his heart. For these witches, going to the underworld was a luxury hope. Pedro even put everyone together and worked hard to complete the hope, which was easily shattered.
“You heard their cries too, right?”
Pedro stopped, listened to the wails of the dead souls, showed a satisfied smile, and said:
"They are sinners. They are not qualified to go to the Kingdom of God, nor to enter the underworld. They are only qualified to be turned into evil ghosts and then be killed." I purify!"
Yeats took a deep breath and took out Pan's Flute.
Pedro looked at the instrument that the other party took out, and noticed the divinity flowing in it. He was slightly startled, and then he was stunned:
"The pan flute in Pan's Labyrinth? How could it be there? In your hands!”
"No, you are a bard? Otherwise, how could you get Pan Di's approval?" Pedro was wary of the unknown!
There is no need for Yeats to play. When he poured his magic power into Pan's flute, the wind in the wilderness played a plaintive tune for him.
The song of temptation makes the dead souls from all directions move closer to this jungle. They are either innocent civilians, children killed by Pedro, or sacrificed witches...
< br>These dead souls, under the music of Pan Flute, flocked to Pedro like mountains and seas!
"You lied to me, you said you would spare me..." The witch's eyes had no eyeballs, and tears of blood oozed from her eyes.
"Father, why are you doing this to me..." Little Andel's ghost said blankly.
"Cheating...killing...ah!" The ghost of the Hunchback of Notre Dame let out a heart-rending roar.
Pedro was stunned and felt a little shocked before this overwhelming array of dead souls.
Guilty? Guilt? fear?
No, none of these, Pedro just felt a strong excitement, a lofty sense of mission, burning hot in his chest!
Immediately, Pedro opened his arms, his body shrouded in holy light, and said loudly:
"Come on, sinful souls, once again! I will impose sanctions on you!"
Pedro Luo started fighting with the dead souls, wailing, screaming, and indignant...
Yeats continued to summon the dead souls with enchantment songs, and hundreds of thousands of dead souls floated from Sternberg. He couldn't help but be amazed by the number. And felt shocking.
“Hey, since you are a bard, you must know how to dance!”
Pedro shrouded in holy light and shouted towards Yeats: "Come on with some fierce dance music to cheer me up!"
"As you wish."
Yeats's eyes were cold.
“This is Valpus Night, a dance dedicated to the dead!”
(End of this chapter)