Chapter 338 Judgment Day, Tribulation Field
Plymouth, church.
At night, carrion-eating seabirds hover over the spire, and their shrill cries add a hint of resentment to the darkness.
The dark and narrow corridor leads to the confinement room deep in the church, with torches flickering dimly on the wall.
The priest with a sad face, carrying a basket of bread with a bottle of red wine stuffed in the basket, stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.
The wooden door was covered with deep knife marks, and the door lock was engraved with bright red runes. Above the door lintel, there was a small iron window, from which the dull sound of shaking iron chains came out, like the echo of a nightmare.
Harvey's brows furrowed even more.
Pushing the door open and walking in, a damp and rotten smell came to you. Beside the moss-covered stone wall, leaning against the moss-covered stone wall, was a girl wearing rags and linen clothes, her feet tied with rusty anklets, withered. Black hair covered her face.
There is a candle that is almost burning out on the stone wall, burning the last glimmer of light.
Hearing the noise, the girl raised her head, revealing a thin face with sallow skin and big eyes as blue as the sea.
"Good day, Mr. Harvey." The girl greeted softly.
Harvey's hand holding the bread basket trembled imperceptibly. He walked to the girl, squatted down, took out the red wine and wooden wine glass from the basket, and said expressionlessly:
"This is your dinner, Helena."
The girl stared at Harvey quietly, watching him arrange wine glasses, plates and handkerchiefs on the haystack with solemn movements, and whispered:
“Is this the last meal before execution?”
Harvey's movements froze, his head buried deeply, and he remained silent for a long time.
"My uncle and the others also gave me such red wine to drink the night before the ceremony when my uncle tied me to the rock." The girl said softly, "They said that red wine is the blood of a saint. As long as you drink it, If I drink red wine, there will be saints with me, so I won’t feel afraid..."
In the second half of the words, the girl’s voice became a little trembling.
"But...but...I will still be afraid."
The girl choked, her tone revealing despair, her shoulders shrugged helplessly, and she hid her face and said:
"I don't want to die yet, Mr. Harvey, I'm still so young... I don't want to wait for death on the cold rocks, staring at the dark sea. I don't want to experience that feeling again..."< br>
In the shadows where the girl cannot see.
Harvey's expression looked sad and painful.
Morality and justice were like poisonous snakes biting at his heart, and even the tips of his brows were trembling.
Harvey thought of the night he rescued the girl. The girl's body was as frozen as an ice sculpture. She had clearly passed out, but she was still clinging to the board and floating on the dark sea.
Harvey had had that kind of experience a long, long time ago.
At the time of the shipwreck, he used all his strength to drag his sister, whose cheeks were so cold that she turned pale, to the wreckage of the ship, begging her to live.
If she doesn't even exist in the world, what's the point of worldly desires.
“Please, I don’t want to die.”
The girl cried: “Help me, Mr. Harvey!”
Harvey took a sharp breath, like a drowning man rising from the sea. The muscles in his arms tensed, and he immediately leaned down and grabbed the girl's stiff ankles.
Clang.
The shackles fell to the ground.
Helena's cheeks were stained with tears. She stared at Harvey blankly and remained silent for a long time.
“Tomorrow, Judge Famula will send you to the stake, and use your life to exchange for the appearance of the person behind the scenes.”
In front of Harvey's eyes, the dark coffin from the funeral appeared, his eyes were red, and he said hoarsely:
"I can't dissuade her... You can only rely on yourself, Helena... You can only rely on yourself. , to survive!”
Helena didn’t make a sound, but stared blankly behind Harvey’s shoulder. The pupils were empty and dull, with huge shadows hidden in them.
A chill suddenly spread from the top of Harvey's head to the soles of his feet, and great fear entangled him. He heard the girl say in a daze:
"Lord Famula..."
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The blood in Harvey's body froze, and he used all his strength to turn around.
At the door of the confinement room.
A figure stood.
A woman wearing a large windbreaker, with her hands folded on top of the black gold scepter, and a ferocious iron mask on her face.
A pair of red eyes without any emotion looked at Harvey quietly.
demon.
Such words suddenly flashed through Harvey's mind.
“Get some rest early, Helena.”
Famulla was as calm as an inhuman creature, a leather-gloved hand gently resting on Harvey’s shoulder.
"Mr. Harvey and I still have some important matters to discuss."
Bang!
The wooden door is closed again.
Harvey followed Famula, walking on the long corridor that seemed to have no end in sight. His pupils were dilated, as if he had already seen hell.
After what seemed like a century of dead silence, Famura finally spoke, without any emotion, stating:
“You did something you shouldn’t have done, Harvey. .”
"The Chief Judge...I..."
"Whether it is the Poseidon bloodline or the Dark Night believers, they are things that must be erased in this world."
Famula's power The stick touched the ground, echoed, and said calmly:
"And Judas' fate, you should be very clear about it."
The chill had spread all over Harvey's body, and he was almost out of breath. , said hoarsely:
"The presiding judge..."
Famula suddenly stopped and turned around and said:
"By the way, I heard you mention it before, do you have a sister?"
Ha. Wei was stunned for a moment, forced a sad smile on his face, and said reluctantly:
"She has passed away..."
"I have understood that it was because of a shipwreck."
Famulla glanced at Harvey and said, "Do you want to know how that shipwreck was caused?"
Harvey didn't answer, but the twinkling look in his eyes revealed the violent shake in his heart.
Famula said calmly:
“The cause of the shipwreck was a meaningless dispute between two Poseidon believers arguing about whether Poseidon liked seahorses or dolphins—— Ha, that’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”
Harvey's eyes widened, his pupils trembled, and his lips trembled slightly.
Famula closed her eyes slightly and let out a deep sigh.
“In this world, there are too many fools who are complacent and act recklessly because of a little power.” “Arrogance, greed, jealousy... If these sins cannot be judged, this world will become a hell. The wings of freedom will also be shackles on their backs."
When she opened her eyes again, golden flames surged in Famula's eyes, and she said coldly:
"Your kindness will turn into cruelty to your companions."
"And sin will eventually be judged!"
"Presiding Judge...I...made a mistake... Please punish me!" Harvey lowered his head.
Famula's hand gently placed on Harvey's lowered head, and said calmly:
"I will not blame my companions, because there is a real battle waiting for me. With us.”
Famula looked up at the sky, her golden eyes filled with flames.
“Waiting for tomorrow’s judgment, Fiery Fire will give everything its due verdict!”
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“You want me to rescue the girl with the blood of Poseidon? ”
Underground in Plymouth, in the high priest’s boudoir, under the screen, the aroma is rising.
Margotha was wearing a loose purple nightgown, sitting by the dressing table, holding her cheek with her hands, glanced at Yeats, and said:
"Tell me your opinion?"
Ye Zhi restrained her compulsion to adjust the sling on the high priest's shoulder, coughed slightly, and said:
"High priest, with your wisdom, you must You know that since ancient times, the divine blood has been an extremely precious existence. Even the relatives of the emperor who were born in the purple family cannot compare with them. If they are placed in the corresponding sect, they will be able to hold high positions in time. "
< br>"If we save Helena from Famura, then she will be grateful to us."
"Let's hand her over to Poseidon Temple and secretly support her to ascend to the position of high priest of Poseidon Temple... No, she doesn't even need our support, she can sit in that position by herself. By then, wouldn't Poseidon Temple become our A vassal of the sect?"
Yeats paused, looked at Margotha, whose beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, and concluded:
"This is exactly what it means to be a vassal of the god's blood. The temple’s plan!”
The Night Cloak focuses on concealment and conspiracy, supporting puppets to evade the kingdom, and Margotha is very good at it.
At the beginning, Margotha also sent people to contact Lothair, the son of the elector, in an attempt to help him ascend the throne, thereby allowing the Dark Night Sect to infiltrate his country.
However, it is said that Lothair died during the trial of the Magic Goddess, and the matter was dismissed.
At present, the plan proposed by 'Sherlock' is not only in line with the interests of the Dark Night Sect, but also in line with Margotha's psychological expectations. After all, this matter is really feasible!
First of all, the current high priest position in Poseidon Temple is vacant. There is neither a chosen one nor a Poseidon container. There are only a bunch of old antiques in Poseidon Temple's council chamber who believe in ancient prophecies.
‘One day, the descendants of Poseidon will return to Poseidon Temple with Poseidon’s artifacts and start a new era. ’
Margotha has always scorned prophecies, but she values the power of Poseidon very highly.
If, as 'Sherlock' said, Helena can be helped to ascend to the position of high priest of Poseidon Temple, then the power of the Dark Night Sect will be stronger than ever before!
Although it cannot annex Poseidon Temple in one fell swoop, it is enough to give the Dark Night Sect and Moonlight Sect an overwhelming advantage in the century-old struggle!
For a time, looking at the handsome black-haired boy in front of her, Margotha felt more and more happy. There are many powerful Night Bishops, but there are not many brave and resourceful bishops!
Secretly feeling that Yeats's plan was feasible, Margotha remained calm and said lightly:
"You are right, if Helena really has divine blood He is indeed qualified to become the high priest of Poseidon... But how do you ensure the authenticity of the source of Poseidon's bloodline, and how do you confirm that Helena is still alive?"
Yeats decisively passed the blame to Harvey, saying:
"In The Witcher's Hammer, there is a person named Harvey. He is responsible for monitoring Helena. I followed him and got information from him. ——The abnormal tsunami a few days ago was caused by the blood of Poseidon, and Famula planned to sacrifice Helena again to lure the fish-man king to show up."
"Famula can be with her. The Fish-Man King, the two masters of the Sixth Ring, attach so much importance to Helena, which also verified the authenticity of Helena's bloodline from the side," Yeats analyzed, "And since these two parties attach so much importance to Helena, we might as well put her away. Tribulation - whatever the enemy wants, don't let them get it no matter what!"
Suddenly, Margotha laughed, her branches trembled, and she pointed at Yeats and said:
"I really don't know where you learned this from. How can a cook know so much!"
Yeats smiled and said:
"Although I am a cook, I also read some art of war on weekdays."
Margotha smiled more and more happily, and said intentionally or unintentionally:
“You couldn’t have learned it from the League of Assassins, right?”
Yeats was startled and saw Margotha staring at him meaningfully.
She secretly thought that she still doubted me, but my suggestion happened to be in line with her wishes, so she praised me greatly!
"The League of Assassins is a group of unjust people who have abandoned the dark night."
Yeats said frankly: "You said you want to resurrect the God of Light...Can you resurrect him? He doesn't have the strength. Do you know!”
There are still a lot of doubts about him, but in extraordinary times, the chess pieces brought to the door are not used in vain...
Margotha’s eyes moved and she smiled slightly, Road:
"In that case, I will adopt your suggestion."
"But-" Margotha trailed off and said calmly, "When rescuing Helena, you must obey my orders and not act without authorization. "
Yeats was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and said in surprise:
"I want to go too?"
"What if?" Rolling his eyes, "You came up with the plan, and of course you will execute it... If I don't look for you, who should I look for?"
Wu Yong suggested that Song Jiang rob the execution ground. When he turned around, he saw that Song Jiang had already put the knife into Wu Yong's hand and asked Wu Yong to take the vanguard.
Such an association came to Yeats's mind, and he felt complicated.
Should I play Famula? Real or fake?
If that crazy woman gets a Judgment Apostle to come down to help her, wouldn’t she have to rely on hugging her own goddess’s thigh to win?
It is not impossible for him to embrace his adopted father, but he seems to be unable to protect himself at the moment...
"I'm teasing you."
Margotha chuckled and said with a smile:
"When the time comes, you just need to follow me and see how I deal with that crazy Famula. Just mother-in-law!"
Hearing this, Yeats breathed a sigh of relief.
Margotha is a capable person!
"By the way, I heard from Chloe that you need ingredients from royal-level monsters to cook a feast?" Margotha said.
Yeats coughed dryly and said: "It is every chef's dream to cook food with imperial monsters... It's okay if I don't have it. I can use other ingredients instead."
" I will try my best to fulfill your dream."
Margotha said seriously:
"After all, the quality of the feast determines whether the sacrifice ceremony can go smoothly..."
"If the goddess of the night really responded to this ceremony." Margotha smiled contemptuously, "Even if the apostle in charge of the fire of judgment comes in person, she will be vulnerable!"
Yeats: "..."
Stop planting the flag, high priest!
“The progress on Chloe’s side is also going very smoothly. She has figured out the movements of the murloc forces. Tomorrow, there will be an army of murlocs on the scale of a beast tide landing on the coast.”
Margotha narrowed her eyes.
"While the murlocs are fighting with the Holy See, let's try to save Helena!"
Drilling Tooth shouted from the demon pet plane:
"Blood is flowing, but no one will be shed. !"
Yeats: "..."
Compared with the evil squirrel, the goddess of the night is as kind as a white lotus...
(End of this chapter)