pertwk Chapter 194 The Golden Figure Underground
Chapter 194 The Golden Figure Underground
"No, that's impossible..."
King Paul VI stared in disbelief at the sudden appearance of the dark figure.
Of course, what also shocked him were the things that fell from the sky...
To be precise, it was falling from that dark, all-encompassing vortex.
Densely packed, hundreds and thousands.
Soon, the first batch of skeletons that landed were smashed to pieces, their bones scattered all over the ground.
But then, the broken bones rolled, pieced together, and reassembled on the ground on their own.
Just a few seconds.
A complete skeleton soldier stood up, holding a rusty scimitar in his hand, and eerie green flames burning in his empty eye sockets.
Then came the second, the third...
Until the entire square was filled with skeletons in the blink of an eye.
They had no ranks, no commands, but all the skeletons moved in a remarkably uniform manner: they locked onto the Vatican personnel still standing nearby, then raised their weapons and charged forward.
"Aaaaah—what is that?!"
A Templar Knight, still reeling from the mental shock, opened his eyes to find three rusty blades slashing towards him.
He instinctively raised his shield, only to find his hands trembling so violently that he couldn't hold it.
Sparks flew as the bone knife struck the shield.
The knight was forced back two steps, and a fourth knife stabbed at him from the side.
He screamed and collapsed to the ground.
This scene was playing out simultaneously in various parts of the square.
Those Vatican personnel who had finally managed to escape the mental pollution of the Great Wu, before they could fully regain their senses, saw skeleton soldiers surging towards them.
What's worse is that these skeletons are impossible to kill.
A heavily armored knight cleaved the skeleton in front of him, sending bone fragments flying.
But before he could catch his breath, the broken bones reassembled on the ground and continued to bombard him.
"What the hell is this thing?! It keeps growing back after I cut it!"
"Back up! Back into the church!"
The Knights Templar of the Papacy began to crumble.
They've fought tough battles before, but they've never fought a battle where the enemy can resurrect infinitely!
Meanwhile, inside the church.
Lin Fan watched the battle unfold outside with great interest.
Aretas IV’s enormous figure appeared beside him.
The last king of Nabataeans silently watched the fighting in the square, the ghostly fire in his empty eye sockets flickering violently.
"A thousand years."
Aretas IV's voice was hoarse and deep.
"They locked my people in stones as watchdogs for a thousand years."
Lin Fan glanced at him: "So you're satisfied now?"
"not enough."
Aretas's phantom turned toward the depths of the church.
"Underground. I can sense that my people are still there."
Lin Fan raised his eyebrows.
He closed his eyes, and his mental energy extended downwards along with the coverage area of the giant crow.
Sure enough, deep beneath the church's foundation, he sensed a vast underground space.
There were numerous faint soul fluctuations within it.
They are a group of imprisoned souls.
Moreover, besides those souls, there was also an extremely dense energy reaction.
That familiar feeling...
It's exactly the same as the cursed crystal beneath Petra.
No, it's even stronger than that.
Lin Fan's eyes lit up when he realized all this.
"Old Lin!" he called out to his father, who was not far away.
Lin Jianguo, who had regained his human form, was resting on a set of steps when he heard the shout. He turned around and looked at Lin Fan.
"What's wrong?"
"There's something good underground, I'll go down and take a look. Is it alright if I leave this place to you?"
Lin Jianguo glanced outside.
The skeleton soldiers had completely overwhelmed the remaining knights, and the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.
"No problem, go ahead."
As he spoke, Lin Jianguo stood up.
"I'll go up and have a go at that old charlatan."
As he spoke, he walked towards the balcony.
At this point, King Paul VI was no longer on the balcony.
The moment the Eye of Divine Punishment failed, he realized that all was lost.
At that moment, he was leading Karl, running like madmen towards the secret passage inside the church.
"Quick! To the underground sanctuary!"
King Paul VI ran and shouted, stomping on the hem of his robes several times, "Now only the Lord can save us..."
"Bang!"
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than the wall in front of him exploded.
Lin Jianguo emerged from the rubble and dusted off his shoulders.
"Hey, I've finally found you!"
Paul VI froze in his tracks.
Carl collapsed to the ground.
"You...how could you..."
"This dilapidated church is only so big, where do you think you're going?"
Lin Jianguo walked over slowly.
"That big eyeball was pretty good, any more? Give me another one!"
Paul VI stepped back, his scepter held horizontally in front of him, his hand trembling.
"Lin Jianguo, do you think destroying the Vatican will bring peace? You've shaken the very foundation of faith worldwide! Without the Vatican, the world will descend into chaos!"
"fart."
Lin Jianguo didn't even bother to refute him.
"What kind of faith do you have? You seize the souls of the dead to use as watchdogs, and use them for global infiltration and control of political figures in various countries. Is that what you call faith?"
"I think the world is truly chaotic because of people like you!"
King Paul VI's face turned ashen:
"You understand nothing! Everything the Vatican does is for..."
"For what? For your own rights."
The sound came from another direction.
Lin Fan emerged from the other end of the secret passage.
He was followed by Aretas IV and a dozen skeleton guards.
"Let's guess what's down there..."
Lin Fan looked at King Paul VI, his tone casual.
"A massive underground prison, holding the remains of tens of thousands of undead?"
"Or rather, what else does your Vatican have to hide?"
Faced with Lin Fan's question, King Paul VI's lips trembled, and he was unable to speak.
"Damn it, it's been a thousand years."
On the contrary, Aretas, with his eerie green flames, stared directly into Paul's eyes.
"Your Papacy has imprisoned my people for a thousand years; now, it's time to pay the price."
Paul VI abruptly stepped back, his scepter pointing at Aretas:
"You heretical spirit! Stop spreading your falsehoods!"
"Shut up," Lin Fan interrupted him.
King Paul VI opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Karl knelt on the ground, trembling all over, having completely given up resistance.
Lin Fan turned to Lin Jianguo:
"Old Lin, you handle this old man. I'm going downstairs."
"Go ahead." Lin Jianguo lit a cigarette and looked at King Paul VI.
Lin Fan led Aretas and turned to walk underground.
The secret passage grew deeper and deeper, and the air grew colder and colder.
After walking for about three minutes, a huge stone gate appeared at the end.
The stone gate was covered with densely packed runes, emitting a faint golden light; this was the Holy Light Seal.
Lin Fan reached out his hand and just touched the stone door.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his mind.
It seems to be an instinctive alertness to danger.
But he didn't care at all; on the contrary, he was secretly excited.
Without hesitation, the black scales reappeared.
His hands, covered in black scales, pressed hard against the stone door, gradually increasing the pressure.
The holy light runes flickered violently, and a hissing sound came from where his palm touched it. It hurt, but it was within his tolerance...
"You think you can stop me with this?"
Lin Fan curled his lip in disdain, then exerted his strength...
The golden runes began to fade.
The stone gate slowly opened.
The sight behind the door made Lin Fan gasp.
Although he had already sensed through his mind that there was a huge space below.
But he didn't expect that this space would be almost the size of a football field.
The dome is tens of meters high.
In the very center, a giant crystal emitting a blinding white light floats in mid-air.
The crystal is more than ten times the size of the one in Petra.
Around the crystal, tens of thousands of skeletons hung densely.
Each skeleton's chest cavity was pierced by a golden chain of light, connecting it to a crystal.
The chains of light were still trembling slightly.
It looked as if something was being extracted.
Aretas IV, who witnessed this scene from behind, froze in place, motionless.
Then, he let out a roar that defied description.
That was anger.
A pent-up, overwhelming hatred that had been building up for over a thousand years.
The entire underground space was trembling.
Lin Fan remained silent.
He looked at the giant crystal and felt his own calamity-inducing body resonating with it.
At the same time, another scream rang in his mind.
No, you can't eat it!
[I'll die...]
The sudden sound of a large crow in his mind startled him.
however,
Before he could even ask what was wrong with the big crow, another unexpected event occurred.
Suddenly, the giant crystal burst forth with a dazzling golden light.
In the golden light, a blurry figure slowly materialized.
The figure opened its eyes.
They have golden pupils.
It's exactly the same as the Eye of Divine Punishment.