Games of Nightmare Chapter 4

The guy who made Ava feel melancholy for a long time but suddenly came back to life and appeared in front of her eyes lit up, grabbed her and asked impatiently: "This is a long story, I will tell you in detail later, where is Mia? Is he back? I want to see him! Now!"

Ava's face changed. Mia had indeed come back, but he left again. He first went to the Church of Everlasting Hometown, and now he might have gone to Purgatory...

There was a sound of an aircraft overhead. The two looked up and watched the small aircraft land beside them. The hatch had already opened before it landed. Al, the executive officer of the Inquisition who was familiar with Ryan before, jumped off the aircraft and landed steadily beside Ryan: "Why is it you? Aren't you dead?"

"I died before, but I came back to life because of a resurrection tool." Then, the Qile people remembered Maria's request and asked Al, "Is the prophet in the court? Ms. Maria asked me to give him something."

Al and Ava looked at each other in doubt, and Ava asked carefully: "Ms. Maria?"

"I saw her...soul? Or the remaining consciousness? I'm not quite sure what it was...but it must be her." Ryan said.

Al's face was solemn: "I will take you back to the Tribunal first."

Ryan nodded, followed Al onto the aircraft, and turned back to tell Ava: "I'll be back soon, tell Mia that I'm fine... I, I have something to say to him."

The hatch closed, and the aircraft carrying Ryan took off from the beach. The huge noise just now attracted pedestrians around. Fortunately, this area was relatively remote, and the Tribunal had already imposed martial law on the area before the crowd gathered. Ava was also politely asked to leave. She was very familiar with the executive officers of the Tribunal. While talking about the situation just now, she left the beach.

Looking at the aircraft flying farther and farther away, Ava let out a long sigh. Before Mia wrote back, she really couldn't contact him.

After many days, Ryan came to the Tribunal again. After the aircraft landed, he was brought directly to Si Lin. Ryan was deeply impressed by the acting chief executive of the Tribunal - mainly because he looked very feminine, had long hair, and had creepy snake pupils. Although Si Lin was always polite to him, Ryan always felt that this was for Mia's sake, and Si Lin didn't really like him.

It should be said that Si Lin doesn't seem to like anyone.

After meeting Si Lin, Ryan told him Maria's instructions, but did not say what they were.

"The prophet is currently sleeping. We will try not to disturb him unless there is something important to do." Si Lin said, "You can give the things to us, and we will hand them over to him when the prophet wakes up."

On the way back to the Land of Dusk, Qi Le, who was almost robbed by some unknown god, flatly refused: "I can't go against Ms. Maria's instructions. This thing is very important. I must give it to him personally."

Si Lin smiled -- let's call it a smile. In Ryan's opinion, his entire facial features did not move, only the corners of his mouth were raised: "You probably don't understand what kind of existence the prophet is. Let me give you a simple example. Remember when you were undercover in the Slaughter Conclave? At the last moment, when the followers of the Slaughter Demon King were fleeing everywhere, we sealed off the entire Dusk Country barrier, but it was still a step too late, allowing two followers to escape. Why was it so late? Because even in such a situation, we did not wake up the prophet, but indirectly borrowed his power, otherwise there would be no fish that slipped through the net."

"If you want me to wake up the Prophet in advance, you have to prove to me the importance of that thing." Si Lin said.

Ryan was in a state of hesitation. Should he tell Si Lin? In fact, he knew very well that if even the boss of the Tribunal who was responsible for guarding the order of Twilight Town could not be trusted, then there would be no one who could be trusted in the entire Twilight Town. In other words, the human camp was completely finished. Although he did not like Si Lin's attitude, rationally speaking, he understood what Si Lin did.

"Okay, but I can only tell you one person, and the fewer people who know, the better." Ryan said.

Si Lin thought for a moment and agreed to his request. Al, who was standing beside him, shrugged and went out to help them close the door.

Ryan and Si Lin were the only ones left in the office.

"You can speak now." Si Lin folded his hands on the table, looking like he would listen carefully.

Ryan looked at the [Hell's Scepter] in the item column. It didn't even have an introduction. Instead of the introduction that should have followed the name, there were three question marks.

Ryan said: "Maybe you haven't heard of this thing, but it is very important. On the way here, I met an unidentified guy who tried to cheat it from me. This thing is called the 'Scepter of Hell'..."

"......fcuk!" Si Lin jumped up from his chair, totally losing his composure, "Say it again?!"

Si Lin's movements were so big that the teacups on the table fell over and hot water flowed all over the table, but he didn't feel anything at all. He stared straight at Ryan, as if he wanted to snatch something from his prop bar.

Ryan was startled and said, "The Scepter of Hell."

Si Lin took a deep breath and covered his forehead: "This thing is actually in your hand..."

"To be precise, it is in the hands of Ms. Maria. I am only responsible for handing it over." Ryan corrected.

Si Lin called Al in: "Call all the members of the council now, and the meeting will start in twenty minutes. I have initiated an emergency agenda to request the awakening of the prophet."

Al looked at Si Lin with a confused look on his face, then looked at Ryan who looked innocent, nodded, turned around and left.

"Wait here for half an hour, and I'll take you to see the prophet after half an hour." Si Lin seemed certain that this proposal would be passed. He picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair and strode out the door.

Ryan looked at his item bar again. So, this is really an extremely important item? Si Lin walked too fast, and he didn't have time to ask clearly... Never mind, knowing too much is not a good thing.

Fifteen minutes passed, and people came into the huge conference room one after another. Most of them were wearing the uniforms of the Inquisition. One of them smiled at Si Lin and said, "The boss suddenly brought up an urgent agenda. Could it be because of the Holy Light that just descended?"

A blindfolded woman playing cards said calmly, "That light came from the direction of the Holy City. That aura must be from the Holy Sister."

"Hasn't the Saint Sister already fallen?"

"It is normal for domain-level masters to have consciousness remaining in the world."

"That's true. Could it be related to the sudden collapse of the Holy City a few days ago?"

"Oh my, I feel like something big is going to happen..."

The people in the conference room started talking in low voices.

Another five minutes passed, and only one seat was left vacant. Si Lin tapped the table impatiently with his pen: "Where's the illusionist?"

The middle-aged man sitting next to him said, "I have entrusted him to carry out a mission. I am afraid he will not be back until tomorrow."

Si Lin was surprised: "Why would the work of the Inquisition be given to someone like him who is from the Discipline Office?"

The middle-aged man replied, "This believer in the ideal country is in a very special situation. He is very good at illusions and is suspected to have turned into a demon. The previous officers who went to deal with him were unable to deal with him. It is better to let him, who specializes in illusions, go."

Si Lin nodded: "Let's start the meeting now. When urgent matters are brought up, the Vatican's special envoy should be present, but because Mr. Mia has left the Vatican, the Yongwu Township Vatican has not yet determined a new special envoy, so we'll keep it simple. I'll submit the meeting details to the Vatican later."

"Just now, someone brought the oral instructions of the Holy Nun from the Holy City. The matter is of great importance and needs to be informed to the Prophet immediately. The specific content is not convenient to disclose. Let's vote now." Si Lin's slender vertical pupils swept across everyone's face.

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After the meeting, Ryan was led by Si Lin, who looked solemn, to the underground of the court. He had not expected that this place would be so big, and there was ice and snow everywhere, and even the elevator was made of ice, carrying them to the endless abyss.

The elevator stopped, and the translucent ice door opened. There was deep darkness ahead, but as they arrived, light appeared in the bottomless and bone-chilling darkness. The dazzling white light was like an invisible sun slowly illuminating this underground ice palace. Directly in front of them was an extremely empty corridor, with ice sculptures on both sides that could only be hugged by four or five people. They were dozens of meters high, making people feel that they were not underground, but rather on an ice planet.

In this cold silence, Si Lin led Ryan forward.

It should be very cold here, Ryan thought, because the air he exhaled quickly condensed into a ball of white gas. But strangely, his body did not feel cold, which made him wonder whether there was something wrong with the temperature here or his body.

Walking forward along the corridor, a tall and majestic underground church like an ice castle suddenly appeared in front of us. It was even more magnificent than the temple on the site of the old Vatican. Perhaps because of the material, it looked like a giant's church. Ryan and Si Lin standing in front of the door were not even a quarter of the height of the door.

"Is this a church?" asked the Qi Le people.

"No, this is a tomb." Si Lin replied.

Ryan looked at him in confusion. Si Lin looked intently at the church door. His cold-blooded pupils revealed obvious respect and a hint of indescribable helplessness.

"When you meet the Prophet later, you don't have to be surprised no matter what he says." Si Lin said.

"I'll try my best." Ryan said, and couldn't help but wonder if this great prophet had some ability to see the future, otherwise why would he be called a "prophet"?

The door of the church slowly opened in front of the two men. The people who opened the door were two tall ice sculptures. They silently opened the huge door, then went back to stand quietly behind the door. If Ryan had not seen them come to life with his own eyes, he would never have noticed the abnormality of the two ice sculptures.

Behind the gate was the interior of a cathedral, just like an ordinary church, with rows of seats inside, but there was no statue of any religious figure in the front, but an icy pool. In front of the pool was a wall as tall as a mountain, with a relief of the Vatican's mark on it. Ryan had seen this pattern on Mia's collar before, symbolizing that God's authority would suppress the devil in hell forever.

No matter how you look at it, this is a church. Why does Si Lin say it is a tomb?

Just as he was confused, Si Lin led him to the center of the pool. The thick layer of ice was more than capable of bearing the weight of two people. Ryan even suspected that the entire pool had frozen into a large block of ice.

Si Lin made the sign of the cross on his chest, and a faint light emanated from him. Suddenly, there was a sound of ice cracking under his feet. Ryan was startled and lowered his head quickly. The ice under his feet had cracked without him noticing, revealing the azure blue water under the ice! Before Ryan could react, the two of them fell into the freezing cold water together!

With a "plop", Ryan felt himself falling into the water. When he hurriedly inhaled, he found that he was not choking on water, but instead inhaled a breath of air smoothly. The water in the pool was not as cold as he had imagined. Apart from the floating feeling of his feet not touching the ground, he did not feel any discomfort.

The bottom of the water was a faint blue, and for some reason there were floating ice lotuses emitting a faint blue light, making this mysterious water area seem like a dream. At the bottom of the pool, there was an ice coffin sunk to the bottom of the water, and a human figure could be vaguely seen through the ice.

Is he a prophet? Ryan's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the long-sleeping prophet mentioned by Si Lin, he suddenly had a bad feeling... Could it be that he has already...

The ice coffin has never been opened, but countless silver-white points of light are lit up in the water, condensing into an illusory figure. He is wearing a white holy robe, and his appearance is between a teenager and a young man, like a boy who is ignorant of the world. But when people look into his eyes, they will instantly forget their judgment - because he is like a "God" who walked down from a religious mural, not a human with joys, sorrows, anger and happiness. This kind of gentle mercy is beyond human emotions and belongs to God's love.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, Ryan." The prophet did not speak, but his "voice" echoed in the water, ethereal and ethereal.

"Have we met before?" asked the Qi Le people in confusion.

The prophet suddenly revealed a sly smile - at this moment, the holy and aloof temperament in him was swept away, the divine part was hidden, leaving only the human part, which made him come alive in the eyes of the Qi Le people in an instant.

He said in a lively voice and excited tone: "Of course, we lived together for seven days. You took the initiative to take off your clothes for me, which was really embarrassing. We also discussed makeup techniques with each other. Although you were reluctant, your body honestly put on beautiful makeup for me. In fact, I really wanted to wear women's clothes and walk around the court for a few laps, but considering everyone's heart health, I was reserved and only showed it to my students..."

"Lord Prophet, for the sake of the Inquisition and your personal image, please try to keep your mouth shut, okay?" The last two words were almost squeezed out from between Si Lin's teeth.

The prophet, who had let himself go as soon as he spoke, regained his divine smile: "No."