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Chapter 621 Don’t doubt this sacred voice!
It was already completely dark. Logically speaking, they should stop and rest until early tomorrow morning before taking action. However, they all continued to move forward, as if they were attracted and bewitched by something.

But...are you really attracted and bewitched?
Eden entered a spiritual state, chanted ancient sayings, and tried to purify evil spirits, but he found that there were no evil spirits to purify him at all.

This only made Eden's scalp tingle even more.

"Did you...hear the sound too?"

A pagan came closer and asked suddenly.

Eden was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said:
"I heard it too."

"Oh, what a divine sound, what a beautiful melody, we all heard it."

exclaimed the pagan in rapture.

Eden trembled.

Everyone heard...the "voice" except myself!

In the darkness, the surrounding forest became less and less, and the group of people slowly walked deeper. The pagans' pace quickened, and the sound of rapid breathing spread throughout the team, and even Eden couldn't help but speed up his pace.

The number and types of trees were getting smaller and smaller. At first, Eden could still recognize them. As they went deeper, the bark of those trees took on a worm-like knob shape, like maggots growing on the ground, which would come alive at any time. .

The pagans did not speak. They seemed to be listening to the divine "voice" and moved forward with concentration.

In the area with sparse trees, a road suddenly appeared.

The road was surrounded by overgrown weeds and had a muddy surface, but it looked unusually straight, as if someone was dragging a corpse on it, which was extremely weird.

There are indications that this is by no means untrodden territory.

But Eden was even more panicked.

After following the pagans for an unknown amount of time, when his legs were so tired that they ached, he smelled a putrid stench.

"This, this is... corpse odor?!"

Eden blurted out involuntarily.

As a priest, Eden was no stranger to corpses. On the contrary, he often conducted funerals and came into contact with many corpses, so he knew what this smell was like.

In the darkness, the officiant turned his head,

"What did you say?
There's no smell here. "

Eden was stunned for a moment, and then replied:
"Sorry, I smelled it wrong."

The officiant smiled kindly,
"What a beautiful scent, like roses."

Eden's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

As he continued to move forward in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he couldn't smell the fragrance of roses at all. He could only smell a faint stench, and that was the stench of corpses, and the stench of corpses that had just died.

What happened to them?
Eden asked in his mind.

The sounds they hear cannot be heard by themselves, and the fragrance they smell cannot be smelled by themselves.

Eden's nerves continued to be tense. He did not leave the team because of a slight panic, but continued to move forward with them.

However, after walking for three or four hours, no more visions happened.

Everything was so calm and normal that it even made Eden wonder if he was mentally allergic.

"Look, what we found!"

Suddenly, Priest Molemos shouted as if he saw something.

Eden looked up and saw ruins, like collapsed buildings, surrounded by weeds and vines. This reminded him of the ruins of the ancient Kingdom of Logos.

Priest Molemos led everyone forward in a hurry, and the priest who was valued by the Holy Servant, after examining the scene in front of him, shouted,
“Praise be to the King of my kings, who indeed brought us here!”

Eden's ears immediately perked up.

"Prophet, when the prophet walked towards the abyss, he also walked through ruins! We are very close, we are really very close!"

Priest Molemos said with great excitement, under the dark night, the pagans all praised the gods.

Eden looked at the collapsed ruins and judged from the stone walls and pillars that this place looked like a temple.

He touched the stone wall, and there were still murals from the past on it.

Among the murals, there are crows, sickles, and skeletons stacked up in layers.

"This...is...the temple of the God of Death?" Eden tried to judge.

Even in his own time, temples dedicated to the god of death were rare.

But here, His temple actually appeared.

He raised his head and found that the fog around him was much thicker than before. I wonder if it was his imagination, but the fog was slightly pale.

The pagans were so immersed in their faith that no one discovered to which god this temple belonged.

But without exception, they are all convinced that they are getting closer and closer to the Prophetic Abyss.

Under the leadership of Priest Molemos, they continued to move deeper.

The mist filled the air and seemed like it would never go away.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the team.

"Blay is gone!"

cried one of the heretics.

Eden turned around suddenly. He immediately counted the number of people in the team and found that at some point, there was one person missing from the team.

He opened his mouth, just about to say something.

"Leave him alone, he got lost on his own, let's move on."

Before Eden could speak, the chief priest Molemos said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

The pagans chattered for a while, but after a while, they all obeyed the words of the officiant.

It's as if the "voice" they heard convinced them.

Eden couldn't help but look deeper. What was there?
The road ahead became steeper and more difficult. Eden looked back from time to time. He was horrified to find that there seemed to be fewer and fewer people walking. In the pale mist, there seemed to be pairs of squirming hands hidden. Drag those people into the depths of the fog.

However, people are indifferent to this.

Ever since he heard the "voice", Priest Molemos has been staring ahead with fanatical eyes.

Soon after, he seemed to have discovered something and shouted:
"Here, here! We're here!"

Eden looked up and looked forward, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and found that they had arrived near the cliff. From a distance, the bottomless dark abyss seemed to be opening its bloody mouth, swallowing up one lost person after another. soul.

The pagans immediately gathered on the edge of the cliff. Near the cliff, there were stone plank roads that seemed natural and artificial, seeming to induce people to go deeper.

Priest Molemos pointed to the cliff and said:
"There are caves there, and there must be something inside. This is the will of my king."

Eden looked along where the chief priest pointed. As he said, there were cave entrances one after another. There seemed to be caves inside the mountain, like a huge palace.

On the edge of the cliff, there was a strong wind all around.

The pagans kissed the ground under their feet, and then followed the instructions of the priest Molemos, and slowly walked along the stone plank road towards the depths of the abyss.

This group of pilgrims walked into the abyss step by step.

"Is this... really the so-called Prophet's Abyss?"

Eden murmured,
"Why didn't I see in the scriptures that there are so many holes in the abyss?"

Priest Molemos stared at him with a stern and reproachful look.
"Do not doubt the divine voice!"

Eden was stunned for a moment and said to himself:
"What on earth is that sound..."

He stretched his head, looked at the endless abyss, and slowly followed the other pagans down.

The mist was rumbling, and the pagans were marching with torches. The weak firelight was like fireflies, and would be swallowed up by the abyss at any time.

Following the stone plank road, they came to a slightly larger cave that could accommodate four or five people at the same time. Eden was one of the first people to walk in. They walked through the long passage and entered the foyer. These caves reminded Eden that in the era before the Kingdom of Heaven, the persecuted true believers hid in the caves deep in the mountains and old forests.

The smell of corpses is getting stronger and stronger.

But those pagans showed a little intoxication.

Eden's hands trembled slightly.

The stone pillars in the foyer were slightly cracked and covered with dust, as if no one had visited them for many years. There were murals around them, but they were mottled by the baptism of time as they walked deeper.

(End of this chapter)