Chapter 1262 The Pope
Outside the slaughterhouse is a narrow and old street.
The overall style of this street is close to that of the Western Middle Ages, but the difference is that the houses here are very dilapidated, the surfaces of the houses on both sides are almost covered with cobwebs, and the decayed and moldy exterior walls of the houses exude a disgusting smell.
On the uneven gravel road, several ragged and skinny figures staggered along. Each of them had a basket hanging on their arm covered with a white cloth. I don't know what it contained.
When they saw the figure at the end of the street, wearing a sacred robe and walking slowly, their dull and trance eyes suddenly shrank!
thump--!
Without the slightest hesitation, they fell to their knees facing Loki in the street.
Their foreheads were firmly pressed against the uneven road, and they moved their knees with difficulty, allowing their kneeling bodies to move a little bit to both sides of the street, leaving the center of the road empty, as if they were afraid that their bodies would block the opponent's progress.
Loki didn't even look at these humans, and walked straight through several streets, and came to a towering church amidst countless people kneeling down.
Unlike the dense old medieval buildings around it, this church is located in the center of the city, but within a radius of one kilometer, there is no building. The luxurious and tall church outer wall shines brightly in the sun, like a jewel.
Loki went straight to the door of the church, climbed up the stairs, and stretched out his hand to open the door.
Behind the heavy gate is a long corridor paved with obsidian. A few men in cassocks are standing on the edge of the corridor, laughing loudly. From the corner of the eye, I saw Loki walking in from the door, his expression was at the same time. Change!
"My lord pope!"
Several men bowed respectfully at the same time, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.
Loki glanced at them lightly, "Where's Bishop Lance?"
"He...he went to Dongcheng to spread the teachings." One of the men replied.
Loki frowned, "Now, how many people are there in the city?"
"A total of 39,962 people."
"What about pregnant women?"
"What?" The man was taken aback.
"The pregnant woman and the child in her belly count as two people." Loki said calmly.
The man hesitated for a moment, "If you calculate this way, there should be forty thousand people in total."
forty thousand……
Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke slowly:
"I want to give you a task..."
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outside the church.
In a low room on the edge of the vacuum around the church, a man standing in front of the window slowly put down the telescope in his hand.
"Loki has appeared in the 'Circle of Humans' again... Is something wrong in Asgard?"
Leng Xuan muttered to himself.
He lingered in the room for a while, pushed the door out, wrapped his figure in a cloak, and walked quickly in a certain direction.
As he moved forward, the surrounding houses became more and more sparse, and the land was covered with barren weeds. Before he knew it, he had already left the edge of the city.
After turning over two not-so-high hills, a green lake appeared in front of him.
The lake is not big, and it looks like an emerald as a whole, embedded between the hard rocks, and the edge can be seen as far as the eye can see.
Looking down through the turquoise lake water, the rugged and weird rock formations continue to extend downward, as if there is no end, gradually disappearing in the deep lake water, like a bottomless big hole, no one knows the depth of the lake. Where is the other end connected.
Leng Xuan touched the back of his waist, and a dagger appeared in his palm.
He leaned over and squatted beside the rocks at the edge of the emerald green lake, and carved a series of imprints with his dagger. Some of these imprints were dots, some were lines, intertwined and chaotic, reflected in the mirror image of the lake, making people unpredictable.
After engraving these traces, Leng Xuan stood up from the rock, picked a red flower from the nearby forest, and threw it lightly on the lake.
The bright red petals are scattered on the surface of the emerald green lake, and they keep spinning with the breeze, but they don't sink at all.
Leng Xuan glanced at the deep and dark lake bottom, turned and left.
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Asgard.
Tire brought Lin Qiye and others, and landed in front of a temple.
"Sif, you go to rest first, I'll get someone to treat you." Tyre looked at Sif who was covered in bruises beside him, and said gently.
Sif nodded, and then, Tier turned his head to look at Lin Qiye and No. 22, and said in a deep voice:
"As for you... continue to go back to the cage."
"Why put them in cages?" Before Lin Qiye could speak, Sif asked suspiciously, "Didn't he help you to save me?"
Till was startled, and said hesitantly, "Because their origins have not been clarified yet, so..."
"Lord Tyre." Lin Qiye interrupted Tyre suddenly, his face a little gloomy, "In order to help Lord Saul rescue Sif, I have made a second prophecy at the cost of my life. The underworld came out intact... Now that you have successfully rescued her, you still want to imprison me again?
In your eyes, are we just tools that can be discarded at any time?
This is Lord Saul's spirit? "
Tire's attitude was more rigorous than Lin Qiye had imagined. Even if he helped them rescue Sif, he still failed to gain his trust.
However, after Lin Qiye moved out of Thor, Tire hesitated.
He knew Sol's temperament, since Lin Qiye helped him rescue Sif, he would never make trouble. And it is undeniable that they were able to successfully rescue Sif because of Lin Qiye. His prophecy can bring great benefits. Also a loss.
After much hesitation, Tire still decided to take a relatively compromise between risk and safety.
Tier's eyes froze, he raised the long sword in his hand, and cut a fingernail-sized wound on the shoulders of Lin Qiye and No. 22 like lightning, fine blood beads overflowed from it, and condensed into a solid state on the skin strangely, Sealed the follow-up blood.
The speed of this sword was too fast, Lin Qiye subconsciously wanted to turn into the night to avoid it, but rationality still controlled his body and did not expose his true body.
He clutched the wound on his shoulder, stepped back abruptly, and looked at Tyre with an extremely ugly expression:
"Master Tyre, what do you mean?"
"My sword, remembers the taste of your blood, no matter where you go, I can find you... During this time, you can move freely in Asgard, but don't try to play tricks." General Tyr Putting the sword away, he said lightly, "Also, don't provoke other gods...especially Loki."
After Tyre finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and took away the [scepter] in No. 22's hand, and disappeared in place in a flash, looking for a god who is good at healing for Sif.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief...
Regardless of the process, the first step in Asgard is considered to be taken.
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The content of the fourth volume is coming to an end, and I owe you a lot of chapters before, and I will continue to add more chapters from today~
In addition to repaying the owed chapters, Sanjiu will continue to add more changes depending on the situation of the main line. I hope everyone will try not to raise books~
