Games of Nightmare Chapter 3

Ryan stood in front of the door that had once brought him to eternal damnation.

Behind the huge stone door was the statue of the Virgin Mary holding the holy sword high, and the black dragon nailed to the cross. Seven days ago, there was a friend of his sitting on the throne that belonged to the Pope, smiling at him.

Thinking about it now, it still feels like a nightmare.

Worried that there might be unknown dangers inside, Ryan removed the [Devil's Etiquette] and replaced it with the sensing skill [Collect Clothes When It Rains]. He placed his hand on the stone door and pushed it gently. The stone door opened almost automatically in front of his eyes.

The statue of the Virgin Mary and the black dragon were still there, but the huge metal sword in the statue's hand was no longer there. Ryan's eyes fell on the bloodstains on the ground, and the trail of bloodstains seemed to bring back the scene before his death.

He took a step forward, wanting to walk there, but this first step brought about incredible changes in this dead silent and ruined temple - a bright light emanated from the tall statue of the Virgin Mary, and countless cracks spread from its top. Ryan widened his eyes, looking at this horrifying scene. The cracks became more and more numerous and dense, spreading from the statue of the Virgin Mary to the immortal body of the black dragon. The two wreckages, which were more than ten meters high, were destroyed by time in an instant, turning into countless fragments and powder that poured down, rushing to the earth like a waterfall!

The entire old site of the Vatican collapsed amidst the violent tremors.

During the collapse, Ryan, who was knocked to the ground by the shock wave, stared blankly at the location of the statue of the Virgin Mary.

The apparition of Maria was standing there, holding in her hands an object that looked like a scepter, and walking towards him.

The ground was shaking so much that the Zilok could not stand up, but the vision of Mary came to him as if walking on flat ground and handed him something in her hand: "Please, take this to the prophet and give it to him in person."

"Who is the prophet? Where is he?" asked the confused Qi Le people.

"He is in the Court of Judgment in the Land of Dusk. If you meet Mia, don't let Mia touch this thing or let him see it." Maria instructed.

Ryan looked down at the item Maria handed him and stretched out his hand. The name of this item is [Scepter of Hell]. It is made of metal, heavy and dangerous. There is a huge groove on the top of the scepter. The gem that was originally inlaid on it has disappeared, leaving only this metal scepter emitting evil power. This is probably an extremely powerful demonic item that can even pollute the power of faith.

"I understand. I will give it to the prophet." Ryan understood that the matter was of great importance, so he put away his scepter and agreed solemnly.

"Thank you." Maria smiled and leaned over to give Ryan a gentle k!ss on his forehead.

That gentle k!ss was like a blessing from God. Countless golden and silver-white points of light emanated from Maria's body. She began to become blurred, while these points of light rushed into Ryan's body. He suddenly felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. The warm power soothed his stiff and tired body and injected him with vitality again.

Intoxicated by this comfortable power, Ryan forgot where he was until he heard an angry roar from above his head: "How dare you! Maria! You have done this again and again... I will not let you go!"

The Desperate Witch roared when she found out that the body of the Demon King of Destruction was destroyed. Thunderclouds gathered, lightning and thunder roared, and the terrifying demonic power was brewing the power of death. Countless bats attacked them!

Maria nodded to Ryan calmly: "Good boy, go, remember my words."

As he spoke, a brilliant white light shot up from under Ryan's feet, piercing through the dark clouds in the sky, and wrapped Ryan up in the air, flying towards the distant land of dusk.

In this dazzling silver-white light, Ryan felt his body floating up uncontrollably, just like in his previous dream, rising higher and higher. The white world was filled with magnificent and majestic vitality, solemn and dignified. Wrapped in holy light, he flew through the sky like a gliding bird, moving forward in pure white.

Suddenly, an ethereal sound of music rang out in front of him. Ryan suddenly woke up from his detached state and looked in the direction where the music came from.

Countless little angels holding flowers and musical instruments flew out from a magnificent door, scattering flower petals happily and playing beautiful music. The door seemed to be the gate to the Garden of Eden. Through the open door, you could actually see a garden full of flowers. Angels holding musical instruments were playing music by the fountain and praising God the Father.

A young and petite female angel walked out of the garden, landed lightly on the clouds, and smiled at Ryan.

Ryan tried hard to see her face clearly, but she seemed to be a light year away from him.

"I am the prophet," she said. "Give it to me."

Ryan's eyes were blank. The person's voice seemed like God's will, which made him want to obey her orders involuntarily.

Hand the Scepter of Hell to the Prophet, and she will be the Prophet...this was firmly rooted in his mind.

Ryan took the Scepter of Hell in his hand without thinking or being able to think.

[Collect clothes when it rains] Currently the remaining sensing times are 2/3.

Ryan suddenly woke up. How could he believe that this unknown person in front of him was a prophet? This kind of brainwashing power was so terrifying! He almost handed over the things!

"Hmm?" The angel opposite snorted in confusion, and a projection of a holy angel appeared behind Ryan, holding a holy sword and slashing towards the gate of heaven.

In a ray of holy light that created the world, the world was silently torn apart, and everything that seemed like a dream before our eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Under the curious gazes of billions of humans and demons, the white holy light that crossed the sky paused for a moment in a black cloud, then pierced through the darkness and continued to fly towards the Land of Dusk on the eastern coast.

In the garden at dawn.

"I failed. The power of the avatar projection was not enough, and the time was too short." The petite woman sighed.

"It cannot be stopped without using the power of the domain. After all, it is the last strength of the Holy Nun." The man who was tasting the red wine slowly said lightly.

"But if you use the 'Utopia', you will be seriously injured after being pierced by the Holy Light, which is not worth the loss. Forget it, since we already know the whereabouts of the things, just treat it as a trouble for others to keep them temporarily." The woman said, and laughed again, "But the kid you like is quite vigilant."

The red wine in the goblet was gently shaken, and the rich red color looked like blood.

"People with many secrets are always more cautious. I'm really curious about how many secrets he still has."

The Land of Dusk on the eastern coast is shrouded in the afterglow of sunset all year round.

On the long coastline, Ava was lying on the seawall smoking, while his sister Xixi was catching crabs. Suddenly, she found a shiny stone. She screamed in surprise and came to Ava holding the stone: "This one is beautiful. I want to show it to Xiaozhi!"

Ava took a look at the stone, which was just a rare sea stone. She rubbed her sister's hair and said, "Okay."

"But I haven't seen Xiaozhi for a long time." Xixi was worried about her little friend, "Is it because the prophet didn't let him come out?"

"Maybe." Ava, who was full of melancholy, replied absentmindedly, "I'll play for another ten minutes and then go home. We'll go to the Island of the Dead in the afternoon."

Xixi tilted her head and suddenly realized: "Is it the seventh day after the death of Ryan?"

Ava responded softly and sighed.

The little girl didn't know her sister's worries. She kicked the sand under her feet and muttered, "Why did he die?"

"Everyone will die eventually." Ava said calmly.

Xixi sensed her sister's heavy heart and took her arm obediently. She was well protected by Ava, but that didn't mean she knew nothing. She had seen many of Ava's customers, those young men and women who came to her store to buy what they needed from her. Some came very frequently, while others came very seldom. But gradually, these people disappeared.

Those who disappeared never came back. There would always be new faces coming here and then disappearing like those people.

Xixi remembers that when she was little, a beautiful girl always brought her delicious candies wrapped in colorful cellophane, and each one was sweet. She liked the candies that girl brought so much that she would collect the beautiful candy wrappers every time and put them in a small iron box, and she saved up a whole box.

Then one day when she was tidying up the drawer, she saw the iron box and suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen that young lady for a long time. She mentioned it to Ava several times. Ava was silent for a long time and said that she would help her find out.

She happily returned to her room and folded a bottle of paper cranes with the cellophane, preparing to give it to the little sister.

But in the end, she could only send the folded paper cranes to her tombstone.

On the island of the dead, away from the land of dusk, the warm sunlight illuminated her tombstone, on which were her name and the days she had lived. Just these two simple lines of words summarized a person's short life.

She felt that she was not that sad, but when she thought that she would never be able to eat such delicious candy again, she burst into tears again.

Later she found out where to buy this delicious candy, and it still tasted sweet, but it was not given by that young lady, so she no longer liked it.

She thought, actually she didn’t really like that kind of candy, she just missed that young lady very much.

That was a carefree little girl who understood the meaning of death for the first time.

"Sister, you seem to like him very much?" asked Sissi.

Ava took a puff of his cigarette, and the smoke blew away in the sea breeze: "Because a friend of mine likes him very much."

"How much do you like it?" Sissi asked with a smile, "Does your sister like it as much as I do?"

Ava looked at his sister's innocent face, smiled and k!ssed her cheek: "Maybe I like you more than I like you."

Xixi exclaimed, "Then you must really like it."

But as she spoke, Sissi became a little sad again: "Now that he's dead, how sad will your friends be?"

Ava was speechless. Her hand holding the cigarette was shaking. The sour despair was tinged with a hint of sweet pain. Even a bystander like her felt almost suffocated.

She will never forget that rainy day when Mia, who went to the Holy City with Ryan and others, suddenly returned to the Dusk Town and knocked on her door. She was puzzled, but was shocked by Mia's eyes that were calm to death. Mia came in the rain and told her what happened. Then, despite her dissuasion, he resolutely went to the Neverland. He didn't even know if he could survive the torture of the mental barrier, or maybe he had already fallen asleep forever in that cold ice field.

Fortunately, Mia’s tombstone has not appeared on the Island of the Dead until now. It seems that he has successfully arrived at his former soul hometown, bid farewell to it, and went to a world full of thorns and suffering.

While she was distracted, she suddenly heard Xixi scream. Ava looked up and looked at the sky in astonishment. In the far west, there was a brilliant light across the sky, majestic and holy. Wherever it passed, the sky was full of the projection of heaven. It stopped above the dusk land and turned into a vertical beam of light descending.

A huge phantom of a holy angel appeared in the void, with countless wings behind him dancing slowly in the sunset, almost covering the sunset glow in the sky. The wings kept withering, like a heavy white rain, and the phantom of the holy angel became fainter and fainter. He folded his hands on his chest, saluted in the distance, and disappeared in the golden red sunset.

Xixi was stunned. After being shocked, Ava immediately had countless thoughts: Which domain-level master of the Church has descended to the Twilight Town? The place where he descended happened to be the same place where the prophet landed in the Twilight Town... No, this should be just the residual power. If it is really a domain-level master, it would not leak such a big noise. And the barrier of the Inquisition was not disturbed... Who is it?

"Xixi, go home. I'll go take a look and be back soon." Ava said as he inserted a card into the card slot. A projected book in her hand turned to a certain page and a white unicorn appeared beside her. She jumped on the horse and the unicorn with wings on its back flew in the air like the wind towards the place where the phantom of the holy angel landed.

Because the distance was short, she arrived at her destination in less than half a minute. On the undulating beach, a confused figure was looking around at a loss. When he saw Ava appear, he waved at her in surprise and ran towards her quickly.

The cigarette bu.tt in Ava's hand fell to the ground. Shock and joy intertwined. She wanted to use ten thousand swear words to express her unbelievable mood at the moment: "fcuk, Ryan, aren't you fcuking dead?!"