Shock came like a tide, roaring into Kelly's brain.

This is a church, a temple of evil gods.

She tried several times to use tricks to exit the behind-the-scenes vision, but found that it made absolutely no sense.

Here is reality.

"My King Arthur!" Kelly couldn't help but shout.

The statue of God she saw in the behind-the-scenes scene was placed at the front of the church.

Kelly really wished that someone was by her side at this moment to tell her personally that all this was true.

Except for those evil sculptures, crazy murals, and windowless structures, the underground church is not like a gathering place for a cult, but more like a temple of a righteous god.

It has a solemn architectural design, wide and majestic load-bearing columns, an elegant and beautiful dome, and a high platform for the priest to read the holy will.

It can be seen that the person who presided over the construction of this underground church must be a master of traditional architecture and is familiar with the beauty of typical religious architecture.

But what is different here from most churches on the mainland is that although it is built according to the specifications of a small church, the main hall, which is the place where gatherings are held, is horrifyingly wide. If you want to compare, only the church cluster of the Original Fire takes up an area of

The area can be larger than here.

But generally speaking, the church of the Primal Fire is also distinguished by the number of different building areas, rather than the size of a single hall.

And this main hall was large enough to accommodate thousands of people. Kelly thought of the dense crowds she had seen in the distance before. Could it be that all these people would hold a secret gathering here?

Everyone has been worshiping the evil god for ten years without leaking any news. The city of Aaron, which is completely dominated by advanced and civilized people, has no idea about this.

I shudder just thinking about it.

Kelly walked into the statue, but the closer she got to the tall evil god statue, the more uneasy she felt.

Finally, when she walked up to the statue, which was nearly ten meters tall, she found horrific evidence that overturned all previous inferences about Veronica.

She once thought that Veronica died for some reason, was resurrected by her father using black magic, and wandered around the world in the form of a dead spirit.

But this statue with a head very similar to Veronica broke her initial guess.

Because Kelly, who majored in archeology, could see that this statue was completely different from all the other objects here, and that was its age.

This statue was born in an older era.

Although she could not name the exact alloy from which the statue was made, certain subtle features that revealed the statue's ancient age revealed the truth.

This statue existed in the world at least five hundred years ago.

Moreover, the head of the statue shows no signs of being repaired.

Could it be that Veronica is not the daughter of Prince Gawain at all, but the ancient evil that controls the Gawain family behind the scenes? She forces the entire Gawain family to secretly worship her statue.

No, it's not like this, because if the other party is really some ancient evil, how could he not be aware of his approach and be pushed to the ground by him?

Although it was possible that Veronica was just teasing herself, Kelly tried to remain relatively optimistic as much as possible.

There is another possibility, that is, the evil god does exist, but it is not Veronica herself. The reason why Veronica and the evil god look so similar is because the evil god possessed Veronica and distorted her appearance.

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If this is the case, perhaps in the past countless years, the evil god has possessed innocent "Veronicas" one after another, and at the same time completely dominated the fate of the Gawain family.

Kelly shook her head. No matter how much she thought about it now, it was just groundless speculation. Rather than just wishful thinking, it would be better to search here carefully to see if she could find conclusive evidence.

And sure enough, she quickly found something worth studying.

A scripture that praises the gods.

Kelly read out the contents of the scripture intermittently:

"All dead souls belong to my lord Veronica. The master of life and death sits in the deepest valley of the underworld. Life returns to death, and growth turns to aging."

There are countless short sentences like this, but Kelly is confused again, because this kind of eulogy does not seem to have been developed by the ancient church on its own, but more like it was forcibly created by someone to meet a certain need.

It's a fake, even Kelly can tell.

After she read it several times, she returned the book to its original position.

There is nothing meaningful in it, it just simply praises the power of the god with the same name as Veronica.

In the eulogy, "Veronica" is a great god who is in charge of death and aging, and can even make the old young and the dead resurrected.

Among them, the content of the resurrection of the dead is the largest, and those who are resurrected are often great kings. They are noble in character and cannot find fault. The methods of kings in governing the country are both powerful and benevolent. Heroes often do not make mistakes when faced with moral choices.

any errors.

Kelly inexplicably felt that the eulogy was a bit ironic, because if the above content was true, the most holy hero abroad - King Arthur should have been resurrected by the God of Death long ago.

She continued to explore the church, but found nothing.

There was nothing useful except stones and stones, reliefs and steps, statues and altars, and a book of scriptures filled with simple eulogies.

An inexplicable desire suddenly surged into Kelly's heart.

After experiencing two curve moves, Kelly knew what she wanted to do.

This time she took fewer steps and was completely in control of herself.

She took the initiative to cross spaces and barriers.

She came to a dark flat ground. She glanced at the oil lamp on the wall to confirm that she was still underground.

Through her unreal sense of direction and the layout of the castle she saw on the hillside, she roughly guessed where this place was.

The underground storage room, of course, is underground after all, and the place here is far more spacious than where it was just now.

The ground stretches infinitely towards the outside of the castle, and what is under your feet is not solid bricks but fragrant soil.

Kelly should have been shocked by what she saw, after all, it was enough to impress most people, but for her now, the sight in front of her didn't even surprise her much.

This is a burial ground.

Countless tombstones stand here, all of them are engraved with information about the deceased, at least a name, and these countless tombstones are so densely packed that there is no end in sight, as if this basement is an endless underground world.

Kelly could feel that her breathing was not smooth, probably because it was located underground and there was no good ventilation, but then again, the residents here did not need oxygen to breathe.

She looked at a grave next to her.

Eileen Bertie was born on August 7, 1864. She served her master all her life. Her loyalty was witnessed by the goddess. She died peacefully on September 30, 1886 due to old age.

There is also a short sentence at the bottom that is engraved on all tombstones.

All belongs to my lord Veronica.

Kelly's eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly.

September 30, 1886.

Exactly today.
Chapter completed!