Dark destroyer

In the darkness of one night in 1908, in St. Peter's Basilica of the Vatican, the white lights illuminate St. Peter's Basilica, which was designed by Michelangelo, in the unblemished shadow of the vault. The four walls of the sky are the embodiment of the best painting skills of mankind, depicting the various scenes in the Bible, which are brought to life in the gentle and bright light. The eleven statues that stand in front of the temple are vivid and vivid as living saints. The ninety-nine permanent lamps on the bronze canopy carved by Bernini above St. Peter's tomb shone with ruddy flames, echoing the gentle and bright light of the transact. St. Peter's Throne, located in front of the temple, shone with a dazzling golden brilliance in the light and fire.

At this time, on either side of St. Peter's throne stood eight ascetics dressed in white ascetic robes, and the faces of the sixteen people were shrouded in one-piece hoods, and their true faces could not be seen at all. Sixteen people stood silently on top of the temple, their bodies unmoved, and if it weren't for the undulation of their chests and clothes, the sixteen people would be like sixteen statues.

The

temple was brightly lit but silent, solemn, silent and cold.

Suddenly, the Holy Door, which had only been opened for twenty-five years on the right side of the Temple, slid open silently, and the Pope slowly stepped through the Holy Gate in a white robe, and behind the Pope were eight bishops in robes of the same color, and behind the eight bishops were eight strong men dressed in white with red and gold trim stripes.

The seventeen people who entered through the Holy Gate were old and young, and their faces were also different, but at this time, the faces and expressions of these seventeen people were exactly the same, both pious and nervous, as if something important was in their hearts.

Seventeen men slowly approached St. Peter's throne with pious and respectful countenances, and then knelt down neatly. The Pope and the eight bishops fell on their knees, while the eight dressed in jihadist fell on one knee and bowed down to St. Peter's tomb, while the sixteen ascetics on either side of St. Peter's throne also knelt on their knees and raised their hands as if in prayer to heaven.

"Father, Son, Holy Spirit, be your godly servants......" The Pope slowly straightened up, raised his hands, and whispered the ancient incantation in his mouth. “...... Great Holy Spirit, please point out the lost lamb and show the way of light for the sinful world. A moment later, as the last part of the incantation was chanted, all the people in the temple raised their hands and forward, their hands touching the ground.

At the moment when everyone's hands touched the ground, the marble floor engraved with exquisite pictures suddenly trembled slightly, and the red flames of the ninety-nine ever-bright lights on the bronze canopy became brighter and brighter, and the flames became brighter and brighter, and the red fire color gradually faded and the red coat turned into a white blazing light. Although the light was white, it was not hot, but a little cold. At the same time as the color of the flames changed, the murals painted on the four walls of the temple also became brighter, as if the murals themselves were radiating bright colors. At this time, in the space of the temple, a burst of ethereal singing also loomed, as if the song was sung by thousands of innocent children in unison, praising God with the most sincere emotions. The song was ethereal, as if sung by the Holy Spirit in the frescoes, and seemed to echo the song of heaven in the legend, and the song reached everyone's ears, making everyone feel that their bodies and minds were empty, as if their whole souls were washed by the song.

In the midst of the empty singing, within the blooming white light, a faint white light suddenly appeared in the tomb of St. Peter. The brilliance was like a veil and a dense white haze, seeping slowly from within the tomb and then converging above it.

The veil-like white color gathers more and more, and finally gathers into a white mist that seems to be indissolvable. The fog swam in mid-air, then calmed down, and a figure dressed in a white ascetic hood took shape in the white mist. Although the humanoid figure looked indistinguishable from the sixteen ascetics standing on both sides around it, the hands and wrists of the humanoid and the hems of the ascetic monk's robes did not have a detailed shape, only an undulating white haze, and although the color of the humanoid itself was very strong, the humanoid still had a light and thin shape, and the scenery behind it could still show a faint outline through the white humanoid.

The

white figure floated in the air, and then moved forward to the sky above St. Peter's throne and slowly fell, and the white mist around the figure spread to the left and right like a wave, enveloping St. Peter's throne as well.

The figure sat up straight, and there was no white light but no face visible from beneath the hood.

"Arise, my servants. The white figure suddenly spoke, and the voice was as ethereal as the song, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.

The Pope waited for the prostrate to hear the sound before he straightened up, but the crowd still did not dare to get up and kneel on the ground.

"Great Holy Spirit, I am afraid to disturb your sleep, but your servants need your guidance, and the dark world needs your guidance, please forgive us for disturbing your sins. The Pope said softly in a earnest tone.

"I know your fears, and I know your confusion. The Demon Apostle who came was indeed extremely powerful, but it was not here to destroy our world, it was to save our world. The white figure known as the Holy Spirit spoke slowly in his ethereal voice.

When the voice of the Holy Spirit reached everyone's ears clearly, everyone looked up at the Holy Spirit on the throne in amazement, as if they could not believe his words.

"I know you have doubts and can't believe it's true. But you should also know that that the powerful Eastern cultivator had already killed the six apostles from the Divine Realm and the Demon Realm. She has already destroyed the balance of our world, and then threatened the existence of the Three Realms, such a situation will not be allowed by the gods and demons, so the Demon Realm Apostle who came this time is to save the balance of our world, so although it is powerful, you should not worry. The Holy Spirit said slowly, his voice like a warm stream of water flowing through everyone's hearts, relieving everyone's nervousness.

"Holy Spirit, will that apostle from the Demon Realm return to the Demon Realm without interfering in our world after destroying the powerful Eastern Cultivators?"

"I know your concerns. But you don't have to worry, God has made arrangements, the power of the demon world will not last, our great god will soon destroy all the power of the dark demon world, and the light will soon shine on the earth. The Holy Spirit said slowly in an empty voice.

"Great Holy Spirit, but the dark forces in the world are getting stronger and stronger, and it is becoming more and more difficult for us to control the world, and the thirst for power of human beings is getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the dead has begun to appear in the world. What are we going to do?" the middle-aged man still asked.

"Wait for the gods, and God Almighty will tell you how to do it. As for the power of the undead, you don't need to ask about it, the ruler of life and death will balance the power of life and death. When the Holy Spirit had said this, he suddenly lifted his somewhat empty sleeves and said, "All right, all of you, stand down, for a guest is coming." "

The

Pope and the others were slightly stunned when they heard this, but they all straightened up, bowed deeply to the Holy Spirit on the throne, and retreated backwards from the Holy Gate.

When the Holy Spirit waited for the Holy Door to be closed again, he looked up at the vault, and on the top of the vault there was a fresco of the birth of Christ Jesus, the Son of God, and in the place where Christ Jesus was born, many animals gathered around it to welcome the Son of God, including sheepdogs, sheep, camels, etc., and above those animals there was a black crow.

"Now that you're here, show up. The ethereal voice of the Holy Spirit rose and rushed towards the vault.

The crow on the mural suddenly spreads its body and flies down and falls to the ground, and then the crow spreads its wings, and the crow forms a black mist around it.

The temple was lit up, but the black mist was formed as if it was not being crowded out by the light in the bright space.

The black mist suddenly expanded and rose up, and a tall and thin figure wearing a black feather suit and armor appeared, the man was wearing a black crow-shaped helmet, and his entire face was hidden in the shadow of the helmet, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"I didn't break my vow, I didn't break the balance between life and death, why did you show up?" the Holy Spirit asked in a calm voice as he saw the man appear.

"I'm not here to say that you have broken the contract, but to tell you that the living have increased their exploration of the power of the undead, and there is restlessness among the undead, and our power may not be able to suppress the strong among the undead, and our king will be born in a hundred years, and it is better for you to keep your sleep when our king appears. The black figure said in a heavy tone.

"Your king will appear in a hundred years, is it true that the world is beginning to show signs of collapse?" the Holy Spirit was surprised by the words of the black humanoid.

"We don't care if the world exists or if it is destroyed, we only control life and death. That's all I have to say. After saying this, the black figure waved his arms, and the slender figure turned into a black mist, and a black crow rose into the air and rushed into the vault before disappearing in the light.

The Holy Spirit, who was sitting on the throne, looked to the left and right after the crow had disappeared, and the sixteen ascetics were still kneeling on the ground without moving. The Holy Spirit's form slowly floated up and hovered above the throne, his low, ethereal voice ringing in the ears of the sixteen ascetics. "The great gods will soon awaken from the world, and the Fourth War of the Gods and Demons may break out. You carry the mission of the gods, and you will pass on your mission and wait for the day when the light will finally come. After the Holy Spirit said this, the white mist that had condensed suddenly dispersed, and the shape of the Holy Spirit ceased to exist, and the white mist that drifted in the air flew and dispersed, and finally quietly merged into the tomb of St. Peter.