Andre turned his head and looked at the crowd, nodded to them, took a deep breath, and put his hands on the iron gate.
With his eyes closed, a faint holy light emerged from his hands and was imprinted on the gate.
The light followed the pattern of the gate and slowly flowed around until it completely outlined the outlines of the statues on both sides.
The statue of the girl holding a sword swung down with her hand holding the sword.
The old woman holding the lantern slightly raised the lantern in her hand, and a faint golden light flashed in the lantern.
Under the flow of the holy light, the two statues actually moved slightly.
Andre opened his eyes and pushed with his hands. With a creaking sound, a gap appeared in the middle of the tightly closed door, and it slowly opened to both sides as he pushed.
The empty darkness appeared in front of everyone, and a cold wind mixed with a dull smell drifted out.
"Wait a minute, this cold wind..."
As soon as Alka felt the cold wind, the familiar feeling came over his face, and he turned his head to look at Jamie and Jason behind him.
Both of them nodded involuntarily.
Andre looked at Alka and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this cold wind?"
"When we won the Wheat Crown, the priest who turned into a demon gave people this kind of chill."
Although the Dark Realm is forever shrouded in darkness, it feels a little cool at most, not as cold as the winter.
This is a very obvious difference.
Hearing Alka's words, Andre nodded, and everyone knew what he wanted to express.
Various means to deal with the undead emerged.
Golden patterns have been lit up on the brass knuckles, and the same is true for Sofia's bandage.
The wheat crown on Jason's head emitted a faint golden halo that enveloped everyone's feet.
Does this wheat crown have such a function? Alka didn't understand. Maybe it was Jason's own ability, but it was just magnified by the wheat crown.
The magic lantern that Alka found before floated in front of them under Alka's control.
Around the lantern appeared a mirror made by Alka to control the angle.
The light was reflected, which slightly saved Alka's magic power and was more convenient.
Following Andre, he walked in slowly.
Opposite the gate is a wide corridor, and the carpet originally laid on the corridor has long been blackened and damaged.
It is no longer possible to see its original color.
As the lights illuminate the road, the long chairs on both sides are also revealed. The chairs are made of wood and some stones.
There are also patterns representing the Virgin Mary carved on them, which are carefully designed.
However, it is now full of weeds that have climbed up at who knows when, and the wood of some seats has rotted and stank.
As Alka moves forward, he looks around.
There are no cobwebs, no insects.
It is exactly the same as the small church they explored before.
It stands to reason that such a closed building would be full of cobwebs and various insects living in the dark.
Except for the various decorations and furniture that have been damaged over time, other places seem relatively clean.
People walked cautiously along the wide aisle to the innermost part of the prayer hall.
A statue of the Virgin Mary stood in front of them again.
This statue is much smaller than the one outside, but it is more delicately carved. Under her, a sacred meaning is overwhelming.
Even the area around the statue has been covered with real wheat ears, although these wheat ears look lifeless, and if you don't look closely, you would think they have withered.
"Can wheat ears survive in such an environment?" Alka couldn't help asking, looking at the golden wheat ears.
This is too abnormal and unnatural. Even if these wheat ears look like they are about to wither, you have to know that this place has been closed for 400 years.
Andre looked at these wheat ears and then at the aisle they walked along.
He also noticed something wrong inside the church, frowned and said, "Be careful, something is alive and maintaining the church."
The most powerful evidence is these wheat ears.
"The wheat ears can survive and grow because there are still people in the church providing faith. The wheat ears under the statue of the Virgin Mary in every cathedral reflect the faith of the people."
His explanation was mainly for Alka and Jason. Jason joined the church halfway, while Alka was born into the church but knew only a little about it.
"Alka, it's dangerous here. Something is watching us."
Lucilia's voice penetrated Alka's ears.
Hearing this, Alka turned around and looked around.
At this time, Andre's voice was heard: "Be careful, I feel an unknown sight."
Everyone couldn't help but be alert after hearing this, and Alka had already raised the gun in his hand.
The lenses around the lantern also followed Alka's control, reflecting the light to the surroundings, and carefully searching the surroundings.
However, nothing unusual was seen.
Although Andre said this, he only stayed there for a while, looked around vigilantly, and then waved his hand, signaling everyone to continue moving forward.
Following Andre, we came to the door next to us and walked from the side passage to the space behind.
"Let's go to the growth hall, the holy vessels should be placed there." Andre said.
For such a large church, the prayer hall in front is just the most basic facility of every church.
It is used to receive believers who come to the church to pray every day and receive their donations.
All kinds of simple daily activities are carried out here, and it is also the most frequented place for residents in a city.
There are countless rooms in the back for clergy to rest or for other purposes.
Through the aisle and the confessional, the unknown sight still stays on them and does not move.
However, only Andre and Lucilia, who is also a soul, can feel it, but no one attacks.
So everyone kept alert and came to the growth hall at the back.
According to Arka's understanding, every cathedral should have such a hall.
It is generally used for the baptism of newborn babies and for praying for blessings for them.
As soon as we arrived here, the places where the light shined were all various murals and sculptures, which seemed to tell some deeds.
One wall should tell the history of the establishment of this church.
Arka saw a blue outline standing in the distance.
As soon as Andre came in, he cast his eyes in that direction.
Arka gathered the light and formed a beam of light to illuminate the past.
It was a cylindrical stone platform, which was well-preserved, with no signs of damage or the passage of time.
The gold edges and various sculpture decoration patterns on it were very perfect and new and unusual.
An upright sword blade was resting on it steadily, and it was completely unknown how it stood up.
The hilt and the blade were the same silver color, with spiral patterns on the grip, and the guard was like wheat ears rising to both sides.
The sword blade was slender, but it did not give people a very sharp feeling. It was obviously a double-edged one-handed sword, but it gave people a feeling of a rapier.
A blue outline surrounded it, of course, this one was in Alka's sight.
There was no doubt that this was the goal of their trip.
The Sword of Mercy.
The cold wind whistled, and the biting cold suddenly appeared in the hall, surrounding everyone.
A familiar feeling was imprinted in his mind.
Alka knew that the one who had been staring at them was about to appear.
"Leave here, disrespectful people!"
A hoarse and permeable voice came, and a dark green figure appeared not far in front of everyone.
Blocking in front of the stone platform where the Sword of Mercy stood.
This evil spirit was obviously different from the one Alka and his friends had met before. He looked like an old man with a white beard that fell to his chest.
On his head, he wore a laurel wreath surrounded by metal wheat ears, which showed his status, and on his back, he wore a conical cape that fell to his hips.
The color of his clothes could not be identified because he was a soul. He held a staff of his height in one hand.
This was a regional archbishop of the Church of Our Lady.
This is what Sofia said in his ear.
Andre looked at the figure of the evil spirit, opened his mouth and said: "We are not disrespectful, we are members of the church, and we are here to retrieve the holy vessels for the church."
However, the evil spirit just stared at them, opened his mouth, and continued to repeat: "Leave here, otherwise you will suffer holy punishment!"
"Leave!" "Get out!" "Don't defile the holy place!" "..."
One voice after another came.
One after another, the souls of evil spirits appeared around them.
Everyone stood back to back in an instant, alert to the surroundings.
It turned out that there was more than one, but a group.
Isn't this equivalent to all the touchers in the church turning into evil spirits?
There are priests wearing the same robes, but their souls have changed differently.
The good ones can still be seen, and there is not much difference between a priest and an ordinary soul, at most the clothes look a little shabby.
The bad ones are exactly the same as the evil spirit that Alka and his friends met on the previous island. Their limbs have long been mutated and they can only make hoarse roars.
In addition, there are knights wearing heavy armor, and they are not much different.
Wearing knight armor all over, holding two-handed swords in their hands, they guard on both sides in a very serious posture.
Andre looked at the evil spirits that appeared around him, and their expressions that seemed to be completely unable to think.
I couldn't help but sigh.
If I want to get the Sword of Mercy back, it seems that there is only one way to do it.
With both hands slowly clenched, the golden lines on the tiger began to emit a faint light.
"Everyone, let these followers of the Holy Mother return to the soul realm."
As soon as the voice fell, the whole person was like a cannonball, and with a loud bang, he flew out and hit the archbishop in front.
Seeing Andre's action, the others took action instantly.
The evil spirits immediately let out a terrifying scream, and a thick green mist came out of their bodies, even mixed with a trace of red light.
The sudden scream made Alka immediately dazed. These sounds were extremely harsh, with a hint of magic, stimulating his spirit.
The lockers that were originally raised and aimed at the enemy began to shake.
"Silence!"
Vanessa stood in the middle and shouted, with her fingers spread out and stretched to the sky.
The semicircular transparent waves swept to the side, and as the waves swept over Alka, the sounds from the outside world disappeared in an instant.
It was as if his ears were deaf and he could not hear the slightest sound.
Taking this opportunity to regain his clarity of mind, Alka pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The bullets with holy flames spread out and flew forward.
The bullets penetrated the evil spirits, and some bishops could not help but make painful expressions, but Alka could not hear their roars.
Only the evil spirits like knights continued to rush towards them as if ignoring the pain, without being affected at all.
And they disappeared in the middle of the attack, disappearing from their sight.