Chapter 588

The island in the middle of the lake is still shrouded in ice and snow, the students immersed in joy and peace, the "monsters" who voluntarily guard the school, the coming and going teaching staff, the mysterious craftsmen who have cast the "goddess of fire" and are receiving compensation, the pirates and monsters at the bottom of the lake... Everyone seems to have the same illusion.

They all saw the incomparably respected "Mr. principal", who appeared everywhere with an uncontrollable close smile. Even he stopped briefly at the "foreign institute" and communicated with the staff of meilada special education school for a moment.

Tang Qi went all over the school, almost everywhere.

When the hazy night gradually filled the lake island, Tang Qi appeared on the fourth floor of the book tower in the darkness.

When all the students, faculty and weird people fell asleep, he picked up those messy books and put them back in place one by one. The greedy, night beast and Venus goblins obviously knew something and followed Tang Qi step by step.

In particular, the Goblins who are used to the position of "librarian" are reluctant to give up in their golden eyes like gemstones.

After tidying up, Tang Qi came to the incomparably clean workbench, sat down quietly, put the stack of exquisite rosters on his hand, took out the war reports that he had not had time to watch in the morning, and quickly read them.

The first, and also the common one, instantly pulled Tang Qi's mind into the boiling chaos of the "mystery".

"Charles I, the current Pope of the eagle Federation of light, recently announced that he would implement the holy verdict on the confessors, whether Martin Simms himself, or followers such as thorns sword saint and Ludwig. Led by dozens of cardinals, they would hold various sacred objects and encircle Ludwig, who was parasitic by the second corrupt head."

"Any actor who obstructs the church will be regarded as an enemy and will be killed without amnesty!"

"Tonight, the holy light will shine in the dark, empty and mysterious world."

After a few breaths, Tang Qi put down almost the same battle report.

Almost without much speculation, any extraordinary person can foresee the situation in the "mystery" tonight.

The Church of light!

This unimaginable behemoth finally moved completely.

As soon as the short "statement" came out, not only the whole Federation, but also the whole origin star fell into shock.

All supernatural organizations, including those notorious and lawless, such as the rotten head, the eternal life Council, the mam nursing home, the doomsday sect... These lunatics have to think about whether they want to fight the angry church.

The answer is very clear.

Even the official will choose to retreat temporarily, which is also the position of the "holy eagle's nest". The members rejected the proposal of the "rotating speaker" of the church to collectively pursue Ludwig. At the same time, they also chose to be neutral at this moment.

Almost all the extraordinary people will watch the battle between the angry church and the camp of "Saint confessor" Martin Sims tonight.

Despite Martin Sims's great reputation, few people are optimistic about him.

"No one can imagine the power of the church."

At the bottom of Tang Qi's heart, there was an inexplicable excitement in his tone when he spit out this sentence.

Soon, he took out the quill pen and white paper. During this time, his communication with Mrs. Rowling never stopped.

On the copy of the knowledge seeker, Mrs. Rowling's answers to the questions raised by Tang Qi last time soon appeared.

Skipping most of them, Tang Qi's eyes fell on the most prominent question and answer.

"Dear Tang, although I don't know which God you are looking for, out of our friendship, I must remind you that this is an extremely dangerous behavior, and there is no standard answer at all."

"Gods cannot be looked at directly, divined or blasphemed... Maybe you can make some guesses, but the probability will fail. Unless you also become gods, you may not be misled."

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"This gossip sharing, Mr. Pedro really got into trouble. He had an abnormal relationship with the special shelter, but he also always abided by the code of conduct of agents. After every communication with the shelter, he would carry out strict pollution removal procedures, but he didn't expect that the alien creature forcibly accelerated the breeding process in order to leave offspring and gave birth within three seconds More than tens of thousands of eggs directly flooded the reception room. "

"Although the base responded in time and removed and re housed all the eggs, Pedro and the special shelter were suffocated when the room was cleaned."

"... therefore, love needs to be cautious."

Tang Qi didn't expect that the shocking gossip last time could have a follow-up ending, and it was even more incredible.

Although it was a "tragedy", it also diluted Tang Qi's heavy thoughts to some extent.

A smile came out of the corner of his mouth, and then Tang Qi picked up the goose feather pen.

There was no quick reply. After a pause in the air for a few seconds, it fell down.

To my best friend Rose:

"I think I need to tell you frankly that this is likely to be my last reply in the next period of time. I will participate in an extremely dangerous adventure, which may cause me to fall down or involve the existence associated with me."

"For this, I need to cut painfully..."

When he wrote here, Tang Qi suddenly stopped and shook his head to cross out the just written words. Although the copy Reply of the knowledge seeker can be set to "upload regularly", there are still some risks.

Although a trust relationship has been established between Tangqi and Mrs. Rowling.

This can be seen from his rare real name of "Mrs. Rowling".

Although the two have not met, they can clearly feel that they have a tacit understanding at the spiritual level. In addition to recognizing each other's knowledge seeking spirit and profound knowledge, there is more resonance at the personality level.

After weeks of frequent communication, both of them knew some secrets of each other.

Tang Qi believes that even if he writes those contents, Mrs. Rowling will not reveal a trace.

But for his own safety and Mrs. Rowling's own safety, Tang Qi still chose to cross out the above contents.

Then he went on to write:

"I will take a dangerous adventure, which makes me have no spare time to communicate with you... Believe me, this is a very painful thing for me who is eager for knowledge. It can be expected that I will miss your profundity and the amazing gossip you shared."

"Please allow me to say goodbye to you for a short time. I will look forward to the next exchange. I wish my best friend, beautiful and intelligent rose, keep healthy and keep the spirit of exploration and knowledge."

"Your friend, tonkey."

After writing a restrained and brief reply, Tang Qi read it carefully and set "regular upload" in silence. Mrs. Rowling won't receive his reply until a few days later.

Instead of putting the copy back into the drawer as usual, he stuffed it into his greedy stomach.

After doing this, Tang Qi leaned slightly against the back of the chair and turned gently. The whole person faced the huge French window. The incomparably beautiful dragon heart castle and the scene of Green Dragon Ridge Lake under the night came into his eyes one by one.

After a few seconds of careful appreciation, Tang Qi's heart has been calculating the arrival of a certain time.

"The answer is coming soon."

When Tang Qi uttered this sentence, the dark light was automatically generated in front of him.

Inside, it is rapidly reflecting the shock scene that is taking place in the "mystery".

It seems that there is no dark nothingness of the concept of time. It is like a fixed frame painting. The scene depicted is a heroic epic and a myth that ordinary people can't imagine.

The army of light knights on white horses, soldiers in heavy armor, judges with sharp swords, bishops in red robes... Each of them, dressed in holy brilliance that people can't look directly at, together form a bright country.

Above the Kingdom, endless Angel virtual shadows appear.

They are singing:

Revenge is on me... I will repay it!

Revenge is on me... I will repay it!

In the depths of the space filled with light, thorns are surrounded and the shadow is born. Between the light and shadow, there is a scarred figure like a corpse. He is still wearing the "crown of thorns" and the "clothes of thorns". At his shoulder, the second decadent imitation Buddha has lost its vitality and quietly leaned against Ludwig's ear.

Ludwig, with his head bowed, his dry, bloodstained mouth opened and closed at a slow speed, like a warning, like a preacher.

"No... practice the way of..."

"That is... Magic way!"

His voice, weak to the extreme.

Under the holy light, the flame of his life will be completely extinguished.

Facing the siege and suppression of the Church of light for a long time, even with the help of the "Saint confessor" and the existence of the thorn suit, it still can not prevent Ludwig from dying. For this devout bitter friar, this may be a test of death.

Tang Qi, together with the strong men on the mysterious side, watched this scene.

Everyone knows that there is no war at all. Any "Knight of light" can kill Ludwig and take off his thorn suit.

But at this time, no one acts.

Everyone in the church seems to be waiting for something to come.

Suddenly, the singing of angels reached the peak.

The bright country surrounded by Ludwig, like a huge "light ball", penetrates the mystery and lands in the disintegrating world. When all the peeping powerful adapt to the chaotic and violent fragments of light, the country has come to the Federation.

Boom!

Ludwig's fragile body suddenly fell to the hard and mottled metal surface. When the flame of his life fluctuated violently, everyone saw where he was at this time.

The city of cartai, on the crown of the God of the Lord of thorns.

The sharp and mottled copper thorn cut open Ludwig's already fragile skin, and the red blood scattered on the bird droppings and dust accumulated on the top of the statue for many years, and his body rolled into it.

After the first glance, no one went to see Ludwig. All of them were separated by a distant space. They looked at the figure dressed in golden vests, red shoes, red gloves and the bright crown superimposed by countless crowns.

He held his head up, cold and noble, as if he were the "Lord" of the world.

He trampled on the mottled stone bricks on the thorns square, step by step, towards the statue of the Lord of thorns.

In his hand, he held a volume of ancient "contract" that could not be described and looked directly at.

"The covenant of God?"

In everyone's mind, an unbelievable idea emerged.