Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 616 Fear, Bishop

"[White Jade Coral Statue]: A portrait carved from ordinary white jade coral, because the craftsman's skills are not exquisite enough, and even the face cannot be seen clearly.

Maybe so? "

Cyril glanced furtively at the portrait that appeared in his pocket. The texture in his hand was warm and light, as if he was touching another piece of warm jade.

The red font introduces this one-handed portrait. Although the expression is so vague, Cyril knows that this portrait is by no means so simple——

It is 100% from the white jade coral statue in St. Mir's Church.

The so-called "Urella"'s love for this era of civilization, the bearer of Urella's will, that statue is unique, if Urella really descended on it and handed over this white jade and coral statue to Him, that makes sense.

Cyril no longer wanted to worry about why he was the one being targeted by the gods, starting with Nora—no, if he wanted to trace the origin, it was because he had been targeted by the gods that he traveled to this world.

Danya, the god of primordial origin, Nora, the god of nature, Urella, the god of the sea, who is next?
Don't think about the next step, let's take the road in front of us first.

Cyril hid the portrait in the space bracelet, whether it was seen by Pelagius Heris or by the people in the Harbor Temple, the white jade coral sea god statue in his hand could not explain it clearly.

At this moment, he could only place possible accidents on the Sea God Statue on the basis of implementing his original plan.

He and Pelaggios followed Philip Benjamin down the aisle inside St. Mill's Church.

Just like the design of the original church, when the believers of Poseidon designed the church, they also expressed the symbols of the gods they believed in in all aspects: the interlaced patterns of colorful glass, the lines carved on the pillars, and even the tiles under their feet. Waves made of splashed blue ink are drawn.

And as they moved forward, they passed through the "Coral Forest Road" and "Sea God Road"—the former painted a lot of coral, and the latter was a road with excellent lighting. Unfortunately, the fog was too thick to see the so-called "Sea God's Glory".

The surrounding tone became darker and darker, as if going from shallow sea to deep sea, and the number of guards decreased sharply, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The young half-elf followed behind the Executor, inexplicably beginning to feel that something was wrong.

He recalled the topographic map of St. Mir's Church. The division between the main hall and the secret hall is very clear. In the first half, not far after the church used for worship, the so-called "secret hall" should be reached.

But the distance they traveled was obviously too long, and when he recalled the topographic map, he found that he had just walked the "Sea God's Road" and should have reached the end of St. Mir's Church—it was at the end of the cliff, Facing the sea, the moment the sun rises from the sea level, it will sprinkle the whole road with golden light, which is called "Sea God Road".

But they have walked such a long distance——Where is this road located?

The secret hall is not a secret hall, at least the secret hall placed in the open has absolutely nothing to do with "secret".

Philip stopped in front of a dark brown sunken wood door.

"Next, we are going to enter the secret hall. This place is not open to outsiders. Please pay attention."

He said seriously, then took a step forward and slowly pushed the door open.

"call--"

The moment the door was pushed open, a fishy and salty smell rushed over.Cyril thought it was the sea breeze, but then a ball of water stuck to his face, and then wrapped his whole body in it.

He subconsciously closed his breath, but he randomly discovered that there was air in the water mass, and he was still able to breathe.

The water mass rolled forward naturally, and then changed from a flat road to a downward passage with a steep slope, rolling all the way down——Cyril could only see that the entire corridor was covered with a gray background. It is paved with stone bricks, and the blue lines draw complex lines on it, which become extremely bright when the water mass rolls over.

If you have to say it, it seems to be very similar to the structure of the elf dungeon he was in before crossing——

While he was thinking, it seemed that only a moment passed before the water ball rolled to the end, and after bouncing up twice, it stopped smoothly.

Philip reached into the water mass with his hand, and pulled Cyril and Pelaggios out of the water mass successively.Cyril turned his head to look, and the future Emperor of Saint Emma's face was pale at the moment, obviously a little bit overwhelmed by the sudden fall.

Cyril observed his surroundings. This was an obvious underground palace—after more than ten years, such underground palaces, secret realms, and magic plains were everywhere. He could walk through a simple magic plain with his eyes closed.

Obviously, the Harbor Temple has mastered an underground palace representing the past era of civilization, and has used it as its own "secret palace" - as for the underground palace of which era it is, Cyril does not have the ability to tell.

His face was calm, but he found that Pelaggios did not show the slightest surprise. It seemed that he was not surprised that the Harbor Temple had mastered the underground palace.

"Is His Majesty the Bishop inside?"

Philip didn't answer, he walked straight forward, pushed open a stone door with a completely different pattern from the previous building, and turned a few complicated corners, and what they saw was rows of stone shelves in front of them.

Surrounded by the stone frame, the bishop of the Harbor Temple sits quietly.

Stanley Clemens.

He was wearing the aqua-blue robe of the day of the election ceremony, and the long crystal-blue staff was placed beside him, with his legs crossed, and he sat on a long red bar.

When Cyril's eyes fell on the thing he was sitting on, he immediately became extremely surprised - what kind of stool is that, it is clearly a coffin!
He immediately looked at Philip Benjamin, because he remembered very clearly what Philip Benjamin said to himself last night after he felt sorry for Neil Alden:
"Under the secret hall, there is a red coral coffin."

Isn't this the mouth where His Majesty the Bishop sits?

Then why did he tell himself this?

He pondered in his heart, but saw Stanley Clemens slowly raised his head, his eyes were tired, but his eyes were extremely bright, scanning back and forth on Cyril and Pelaggios, and finally stopped at Philip's body.

"Benjamin, why did you bring them into the secret hall?"

"Your Majesty." Philip bowed, "Earl Adrian has something important to report to you, and His Highness Herries..."

Before he finished speaking, Clemens raised his palm to him, and he immediately shut his mouth knowingly.

Then Stanley stood up slowly, holding a long stick, lit it on the ground one by one, and walked in front of Pelaggios step by step accompanied by the sound of "Duo" and "Duo".

"His Royal Highness——" he stretched out his tone slowly, the tip of his long staff flashing blue light, "who did Ao San Emma collude with, and sent a whole fleet to dock in the sea off the port of New Orway?" , I won’t argue with you on this point.”

"You should know that we have an entire fleet here." Pelaggios smiled, "But you must not know that there are seven Providence-class dreadnought transport ships and one 'Consul' for To transport a Mincortius—”

Before he finished speaking, his whole upper body couldn't help leaning forward. A pair of eyes on his handsome face almost popped out of their sockets, and then blood spurted out from his mouth——

The end of the crystal blue long staff had already hit his abdomen heavily, and the bright light reflected half of his body.Under the bishop's crown, he looked expressionlessly at the prince who knelt in front of him because of the pain, and finally fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, and said coldly:
"I know."

"People of Ao San Emma, ​​don't forget who the area you are sailing in belongs to. It is the domain of the great Lord, Urella!"

Pelaggios kept making ho-ho sounds from his throat, but finally rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Your Majesty, he..." Philip showed a worried look, he squatted down to check Pelaggios' breathing, only to hear Stanley Clemens slowly say: "It's just that he passed out The airs of the people of Ao San Emma are still useful in front of Xin Ao Wei Port, and they want to show off with me, ha ha."

Different from the relationship between the "Original Church and the Empire's deep integration" of Ao St. Emma, ​​although the relationship between the New Aowei Port and the Harbor Temple is close, the Harbor Temple is not an appendage of the New Aowei Port. On the contrary, the new Orwei Harbor is attached to the Harbor Temple.

As for the same origin gods, the Harbor Temple and the Origin Church are essentially on the same level regardless of their strength. It is no wonder that such a prince wants to rely on the power of the country to oppress religion. It is no wonder that Stanley wants to teach him a lesson. .

Cyril understood what happened in front of him. He watched Philip drag the fainted prince aside. For a moment, only Stanley Clemens and him remained between the stone shelves.

"Young man, I remember you."

"Your outstanding performance prevented the 'backfire' from spreading. If everything was not in such a hurry, I should award you a Urella Medal—"

Stanley Clemens' expression softened, and he praised Cyril like a middle-aged man who appreciates his juniors.

But every word he said inexplicably made Cyril feel chills.

"You're an honor." Cyril leaned slightly, and distanced himself slightly from Bishop Clemens to prevent the crystal-blue long staff from stabbing his stomach.

"So young man, what is the important thing you want to tell me when you followed Philip here?"

Philip put on a curious look and a posture of listening.

"What I want to say is about—" Cyril suddenly thought of something when he said this, he stopped suddenly, and asked instead: "Before we start, I would like to ask His Majesty the Bishop."

"Do you know more than we think you know?"

"What do you mean? Young man." Stanley asked calmly.

"Ao St. Emma's fleet, their purpose of coming here, and this fog... maybe there is something hidden in the fog?"

Cyril raised his eyes to look at Stanley Clemens, only to notice that the latter's eyebrows were raised slightly, and then he approved:
"As you can imagine, I do know more than you think I know."

"And what about the flames lit during the opening ceremony?"

"Of course I know what that is." Stanley remained calm, "Anything else I want to ask?"

"No more." Cyril nodded again, "What I want to report to you is Marcus Scotto, a follower of the great Urella."

"Marcus Scotto, what's the matter with him?"

"I think he's missing."

"Young man, I talked to him just yesterday." Stanley replied kindly with a smile, his eyes narrowed and his face showing several wrinkles.

However, under such a kind smile, Cyril felt the hairs on his back stand up.He was covered in cold sweat, struggling with all his might:
"I think I must have been mistaken, my lord."

"It's a mistake, isn't it?" Stanley nodded slightly, his five fingers touched back and forth on the long staff, and then said softly:
"Then do you have any further questions, young man?"

"There is no problem, His Majesty the Bishop, thank you for answering my doubts."

"Then Benjamin, please return Earl Adrian."

Cyril didn't know how he kept his voice steady. When Stanley nodded, he slowly backed away. The moment he exited the scope of the stone shelf, his whole body seemed to collapse, almost collapsing to the ground.

He was panting heavily, and in the darkness when he closed his eyes, the smiling eyes of Stanley Clemens were shining at that moment, staring at himself closely, as if to reveal his heart , to the depths of his soul—

This is definitely the time he felt the strongest pressure. Facing the bone dragon, facing the lich, and facing the heart of the tree, Ilandar, no matter which time he has never had such an experience, it is like an exquisitely opened There was a bloody human head lying in the gift box. In front of the mirror, the wife took off her long hair, and there was a face on the back of her head——

Yes, that's the feeling of horror.

Cyril originally thought that the bishop of the Harbor Temple should be an absolutely reliable person who could be attached to as a guarantee at this moment, but when Pelaggios spoke to him for the first time, Cyril realized that , the bishop has not been deceived in any way.

He is clear, he is too clear about what is happening now, far more clear than the outsider Cyril——

Perhaps Stanley Clemens, Bishop of the Haven Temple, was at the heart of this great mystery?
Cyril didn't know, and he didn't dare to know at the moment.During the conversation, he didn't even mention the things he originally planned to mention, and he didn't reveal the matter of Alvin Saxon——

Who knows whether Alvin Saxon was ordered by the bishop?

Messy thoughts rushed back and forth in his mind, just like the midsummer sea waves, one after another.

He tried to calm down.

The bishop gave him a chance, gave him a warning.

This deep pool was in front of him, far away from him, and only a few feet away from him.

(End of this chapter)