Chapter 117 117. Four-Winged Angel, Rena from the previous life...

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 117 117. Four-Winged Angel, Rena from the previous life...

The high walls of the monastery are in sight, but the nuns' robes are missing.

Looking in through the crack in the door, you can see the stone walls that have become lifeless, the narrow corridor, the windows with iron rods, the decayed wooden doors... If it weren't for the cross still standing on the spire, no one would think that this is a church.

Human skeletons were scattered across the overgrown yard.

Susha blinked a few times, made a cross sign on her chest with her right hand, and sighed:

"This is really a tragedy. May their spirits rest in peace, Amen..."

Then, she grabbed Nance and rushed in enthusiastically.

"Let's go in quickly and take a look..."

The wooden door entering the monastery was kicked down.

The moment Nance stepped in, an illusory layer of prayer sounds suddenly sounded in his ears.

——I own the dead and I let them go.

——I was surprised to find that they were not as rumored.

——They died so surely, so peacefully, so happily.

Drowsily, Nance woke up from the "Requiem" and knew that it was the voice of the nun he had just seen.

"Hurry up!" Susha shouted from the front.

Nance then moved forward again.

Most of the buildings in this monastery are made of stone, giving people a cold and hard feeling.

Whether it is the walls, window sills or eaves, everything is smooth and straight, just like a prison where prisoners are held...

Having said that, a building must be occupied by people to be considered a building. A building without people's activities will become a ruin. The church of this monastery is still standing after hundreds of years of wind and rain. It is definitely not a ruin... I say so.

The ruins are pretty much the same.

Before entering the church, Nance and Sousa walked around the outside.

On the mottled walls, you can still vaguely see the appearance of murals. Although the colors have faded, the general appearance can still be distinguished.

Religion is at the forefront of life, providing people with the means to end their lives and lives. This is an era when theocracy is truly supreme, as shown in the mural: Under the blazing sky, a few haggard but full of vitality trees sway.

The branches and leaves of the green trees intersect with the carved leaves on the majestic church building.

Every morning and evening, residents come here to sit among the flowers in the garden and among the treetops, breathe in the cool air, and sing evening prayers.

They have been coming here for decades to attend mass and listen to sermons.

While praying devoutly to God, give your savings and your ability to think independently.

In every mural, nuns are never absent, and they have dedicated their lives to it.

How many of these nuns are voluntary and how many are forced... Nance was thinking about something and gradually came to the ancient and huge Gothic church.

The flat stone wall is like a copper wall and an iron wall, like the embodiment of God's cold truth.

Such a solid structure is too powerful for humans, and there is no possibility of resistance.

The gap in the door.

Something flashed past.

Colors, patterns, freshness.

The dark brown stone building is therefore dyed with a bright color.

"Hey!" Susha waved her hand in front of Nance, "What's the matter with you? You're in a trance. Did you encounter a ghost?"

Nance looked at the heavy door in front of him and murmured: "I have a hunch that I will see an angel when I open the door."

"Angel?" Susha was stunned for a moment, then shrugged boredly, "Angels don't hurt people, so it doesn't matter even if you see them."

"What if she becomes a fallen angel?"

"...I suddenly remembered that I still have something to discuss with sister Qingxian. You can stay here and explore slowly."

Although she said she wanted to run away and her eyes were wary of the surroundings, Miss Su finally showed a bit of loyalty at the critical moment and did not really leave Nance and run away.

Nance carefully looked at the building in front of him again.

This solid outer wall looks like a solid piece of black and gray from the outside, supported by huge buttresses at short intervals. The central hall and its two wing corridors can only be supported by rose-shaped windows inlaid with stained glass.

Come and get some light.

The rose window is extremely artistically hung above the church door, and the luxurious shape of the border is the unique culture of the so-called Gothic.

It is really a prison full of art... Nance stretched out his hand forward with emotion.

The heavy wooden door opened with a creak, and the long corridor stretched straight forward.

The interior of the church is dark and full of mystery, with turbid air and floating dust. It is unknown how many years it has been abandoned.

At this moment.

There was the sound of singing psalms inside the church, which was ethereal and neat, and went straight to the bottom of my heart.

At the same time, the thick clouds in the sky moved, and the sun emerged half-covered, casting a soft and bright light.

It was light, like there was light, and there was a sound like falling feathers...

"What are you doing?"

Such a slender and crisp voice... Susha couldn't help but admire it.

The angel is standing in front of you.

Straight jet-black hair, and snow-white skin as smooth as porcelain.

The big pupils glowed softly.

Dotting those eyes were long, shiny black eyelashes.

This is a stunningly beautiful girl that even women are attracted to.

Angels are inherently neutral and holy creatures, so it seems reasonable to say that they can attract women... Susha smiled and couldn't help but raise her feet to get closer, "This sister, howling... Ouch!"

She turned back and glared at Nance, who was tugging on her arm.

"Don't move," Nance reminded.

Miss Su snorted.

She put on a cold expression and turned her head away from him.

Just now this guy gave her a long, wet kiss while she was dazed, and she was still angry now.

Nance ignored her and said to the girl: "Hello, we are lost travelers."

In the slightly dim light, the girl was dressed in white robe, floating there like an angel.

Hearing him speak, she smiled gently and said, "Please come with me."

After saying that, she turned around and walked from the aisle to the altar of the church.

Her slender figure shrouded in a white robe made Nance feel very friendly even though he had not hugged her yet.

Of course, this was not because he felt friendly even though she was a beautiful woman, but from her voice, he recognized her perfect face and her youthful body - those were the photos he had seen in Sister Reina's room.

, is Sister Lena in her teenage years.

He pulled Susha toward the darkness.

Unlike familiars, which everyone can become, divine familiars are born with them, and without them, there will be no more.

Whenever an angel dies, a new angel is born.

In a strict sense, each divine envoy corresponds to the inheritance of a certain angel and does not come out of thin air.

Although there is no evidence yet, Nance has already equated this girl with Sister Reina.

In the aisle, Shadow looked at the interior of the church with a penetrating and sharp sight. Her perception was so sharp that it could even penetrate solid walls and stone floors.

The pillars supporting the dome are full of strange decorations and contain many strange words.

The wooden fence in front of the choir is hung with a red multi-pleat curtain. When the curtain is closed, the altar behind cannot be seen from the front area. Some pillars separate the wooden fence at equal distances and support the pulpit inside the wooden fence.

and pipe organ. This part of the building is integrated with the decoration of the church. Carved columns can be seen on the outside of the wooden grille, supporting the beams of the central hall.

If a curious person is brave enough and looks beyond the choir area, he or she can peek into the altar behind the red curtain.

"Nance, there's something weird..."

Shadow whispered to Nance.

"The church is a monotheistic religion and does not admit that anything has the power to compete with God, so there is no picture of worshiping other gods. Look at the carvings on the pillars. It is the Kabbalah Tree of Life... Over there, that

It’s not Beelzebub, it’s the sun god in Phoenician mythology… and the uncle holding the trident over there is Poseidon, the sea god in Greek mythology.”

As Nance was listening, the shadow's voice suddenly disappeared.

The space became quiet.

Suddenly, the muscles on Nance's face contracted.

——Sight.

She noticed it.
To be continued...