But to be honest, Avia had never expected that this emotionless half-nightmare would ask him for news about his parents. He thought he would be made fun of.
But he thought again, this is normal, after all, they are her parents, maybe her emotional attachment is only to her parents, and when her parents pass away, she will have no feelings for anything. But in fact, it will happen very soon. Children born from such love will inherit the responsibilities and abilities of one side of the parents, and one of the parents will die immediately after the death.
While Avia was silent, Meili continued:
"My parents asked me not to leave here, so I can only find someone to look for it for me. But you are the only human who has come here in all these years, so I can only ask you for help."
Half-Nightmare raised his head from between his white hair and looked into Avia's blue eyes. He also lowered his head and met her gaze.
After listening quietly for a while, Avia finally spoke:
"You don't want to leave. Are you afraid that your parents won't be able to find you when they come? Are you worried?"
When Mary heard this, she didn't laugh nor get angry. She just smiled calmly and answered him as if it was a matter of course.
"Yes, I am waiting for them here."
The current situation is consistent with Avia's original idea of Mary, but Mary's serious request for him to find out about her parents just now was not false.
Just like day and night have their own meanings, although the manifestations are different, neither of them is fake. After all, the feelings hidden in the heart, even if they are not directly expressed explicitly, are indeed there.
As for the Welsh region that Meli mentioned, he had heard about it on the way here. It seemed to be the main base of the Templar Church in Britain, responsible for the control of the faith and mysterious creatures of the entire island. But having said that, there were rumors that they were actually madly exploiting them. After all, the church did not recognize non-human things, and it was good enough that they did not directly massacre them like the Dead Apostles.
Therefore, these fantasy creatures that cannot go to the inside live in fear, fearing that they will be killed by humans one day.
As for the fact that Mary's parents went to Wales but have not returned yet, Avia guessed that they were most likely locked up by the church.
"How about this? If you can help me find news about my parents, I will do you a favor......"
Meili originally thought that what she said was very good, but the silver-haired human in front of her did not answer immediately, and even walked across her body with the same but somewhat subtle smile as always.
Is this a rejection... There is nothing I can do. I will just have to wait for the next one... I just don't know how long it will take...
She knew that most people today believed in the church's beliefs, so it was only natural to express rejection of actions that were likely to anger the church.
Although Meili's mood did not change, she still sighed subconsciously. She was about to go back and comfort the fairies she had deceived. Otherwise, if she really complained to the Big Mother, she would be in trouble.
"A child wanted to find his parents. I helped him."
At this moment, the human's voice came from behind, and the young Nightmare quickly turned around to look.
I saw that after crossing the sparkling waves of the lake, I left the swaying grass behind.
The man answered calmly and cheerfully with his eyes closed.
Perhaps because of his voice, the originally quiet island suddenly began to be filled with the sounds of birds singing and flowers swaying in the wind.
.......
Half a month later, in the Welsh region of Britain, sharp bird calls could be heard from time to time.
This is clearly the branch area of the Templar Church on the British Isles, but the closer you get to it, the more rugged paths you’ll see, as well as repeated bumps and slopes that seem to have been created to efficiently destroy human feet.
Avia couldn't help but feel confused. After all, the Roman Empire had always attached great importance to roads. The Roman Empire before the division would not sit idly by. And why would the church choose such an area...
Moreover, the smell of mud, blood, excrement and rotten fruits mixed together, as if it had been integrated into the land of Wales.
Faced with a scenery that never changes no matter how much time passes, most people would probably collapse emotionally. Rather than saying that the area is more like a maze, it feels more like every step you take brings you closer to death, or the confusing feeling of being gradually swallowed by a monster. It must be some kind of large-scale magic trick...
Thinking about this——
Avia suddenly took a deep breath.
Because just now, there was a sound, and the flapping sound of wings echoed, and nearly ten crows took off at the same time and flew towards the top not far away.
He naturally looked towards where the crow flew.
I also saw that on the top of the steep rocky mountain not far ahead, there was a creature with a crow's head and a human body, nailed there by a sword, as if dead.
This is also a cemetery-like scene, and there is a wooden board next to it with a line of words on it:
The ancestor of the Dead Apostles, Granthog Brakmoya, has been executed.
099: The Church’s Malice
The Lord of Black Wings, Granthog Blackmoya, is the sixteenth of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles. He is extremely loyal to Zhu Yue, and when he serves Zhu Yue, he is more like a familiar than a Dead Apostle. He often runs around for Zhu Yue. In the world of Dead Apostles, he is regarded as a Black-Feathered Beast Master who is similar to the noble White-Winged Lord.
Regardless of strength or seniority, he is a dead disciple who is on par with Bai Yigong, the open king of dead disciples after Zhu Yue's death. Only the upper-ranking ones among the twenty-seven ancestors can speak rudely to him in person.
But after Zhu Yue's death, he submitted to destruction in frustration...it should be so.
However, a strong sense of resentment still emanated from the corpse of the dead apostle, which had been well preserved by some unknown technique of the church, as if it was difficult to let go.
This also shows that the Black Wing Prince did not succumb to destruction in frustration, but was completely suppressed and killed.
Moreover, after getting closer, Avia at the foot of the mountain saw clearly that the sword that nailed the body of the Black Wing Prince was the church's conceptual weapon, the Black Key.
At the same time, he also saw a small village nearby, with a population of no more than thirty or forty people, including the elderly, children and adults, all of whom were skin and bones, covered in dust, with thin faces, ragged clothes, and lifeless eyes, as if they could die at any time. It was a veritable "grave".
The villagers looked at everything outside with fear and despair, while the few men who looked like knights at the door seemed not to let them out. They looked at everything in the village with disgust, as if everything was disgusting to them, and threatened the villagers with swords from time to time.
Whenever I saw a child crying because of this, I would burst out laughing.
Avia suppressed his anger and without alerting the enemy, he walked towards the nearest church he found on the road.
It was a simple church with ivy growing on its scaly walls, and a fence with a strong magical atmosphere was tightly erected around it.
As the door of the church opened, the space inside was unexpectedly spacious. The ceiling of the sanctuary was also very high. It was very clean and the atmosphere was quiet.
It is in stark contrast to the small village which looks like a grave.
Although it is definitely not luxurious, the benches and candlesticks are spotless, which shows the devout faith of the people living here.
"Who allowed a magician like you to enter our church without permission? Get out of here, you are not welcome here."
A chubby middle-aged man in priest's clothes heard the door open, turned around and looked at Avia, who was dressed simply and exuded a magical aura but not based on the Bible.
Perhaps it was because the boy didn't have anything good in his hand, or maybe it was because of his identity as a magician, but his tone sounded so disdainful.
Moreover, it would be more correct to describe him as round rather than chubby. His extremely bloated body looked like a human-sized fat ball. It was hard for Avia to imagine that he was in the same place as the villagers of that village, and was even a member of the church.
Come to think of it, this is Wales, which is controlled by the church. As a priest of the church, it is impossible for him to be treated unfairly.
“Isn’t the church’s door open to everyone? Isn’t this something we should have known since its establishment?”
Avia raised his heels, straightened his body, and raised the tip of his erect nose towards the fat-bellied priest, as if piercing his own heart.
"Oh, that's right. Please go ahead, but you magicians are not qualified to be protected by God. You don't deserve it at all."
The priest with a thick and short neck moved his triple chin, which was higher than his double chin. His eyes were full of disdain, not hiding his pride that came from nowhere. His cloudy eyes narrowed more and more, and then he slowly bent down.
"Anyone can offer a prayer." Avia continued, "I'm a little curious. There is a village outside, and the people there have obviously not had enough food for a long time. Why doesn't the church care? And you are in such a state that it is impossible for you to be without food."
"More than three hundred years ago, in the fifty-fifth year, on May 19th,
The covenant established at the first ecumenical council when the church was formally founded,
"We have always been a 'group', and the 'group' of the Holy Church is established for each of its members, as well as for all those who are in sorrow, misfortune, and confusion about the future in the world. It is also established just for people."
Why, it's only been over three hundred years, no matter what, you are still a priest of the church, you must remember these words when you join the church, have you forgotten them?"
“…Hahahahaha! A mere magician actually scolded me and questioned my faith!”
Ji Jisi stroked his chin and smiled.
"Of course I know, but are those people worthy of being called human beings? They are just lowly creatures in human form. Their souls have long been corrupted."
He grinned, showing his teeth, and laughed loudly, causing his fat body to sway back and forth.
But seeing that Avia's expression did not change, the priest continued:
"They call themselves the Brakmoya clan, and they call themselves that without dignity simply because they have received favors from the Dead Apostles. So, even though they look like humans, their souls have long been corrupted. I didn't kill them all right away. Instead, I fed them food so that they could fight over it. It's already a great favor that a few of them are able to survive."
Sure enough, just as Avia guessed, that village was the village where the gravekeepers of later generations lived. They got their name because they were taught the magic of transforming into crows by the Black Wing Prince. It was also the hometown of Gray, the second generation disciple.
"Hmph! You magicians, you really don't know what the adults in the church think is useful. If it were me, I would have killed you all long ago, just like all the monsters in Britain. I actually allow you to live in Londinium, a bunch of bugs that defile the world created by God. I can only say that the adults are too kind."
Avia could tell that what the priest said was entirely true.
He took a deep breath and continued:
"Kill all the monsters? How is that possible? How could the mystery of all of Britain be captured so easily?"
Although Avia did not see any magical beasts along the way, he thought they were simply good at hiding. However, from the words of the priest in front of him, it seemed that was not the case.
"You didn't know? It turns out they are wild bedbugs that no one raises. Hahahahahaha."
The priest laughed and said,
"A few years ago, those ungrateful creatures actually came to the church to reach an agreement and wanted to live in harmony, so the adults devised a plan to catch them all in one fell swoop. What's left here is the blood of those beasts. Humph, there are still people who want to help those beasts. It's better for them to die."
It was obvious that the priest was speaking in favor of the church, but Avia could also figure out what was going on.
Basically, the church invited all the fantasy species in this land to come here to reach an agreement on peaceful coexistence, but it turned out to be a trap, and all the fantasy species that came to Wales were killed. To this day, the smell of the blood, excrement and rotten fruits of the fantasy species and the dead apostles are mixed together and have been integrated into the land of Wales.
And I guess Mary's parents are also...
Now, Avia thought of the deliberately imprisoned village, like people being domesticated like pets, whose faces were even more miserable than they were more than three hundred years ago. Moreover, it was not due to a natural disaster, but a purely man-made disaster, the malice of the church.
Then, he gave a weak smile, moved forward slightly, and the surging tide of magic power locked onto the complacent priest in front of him like a huge force.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? What's going on? Strength, how can my strength be like that? I am a priest of the church. Do you magicians want to start a war? You don't have that strength. You dare not kill me. You can't kill me. The Cardinal of Wales will never let you go. How dare you, a disgusting maggot—"
In response to the priest's cry in the face of death, the spear drew an arc and cut him in two.
Afterwards, the Huns, armed with guns and swords, ruthlessly burned down the church and attacked the seat of the Cardinal of Wales.
100: Killing in Brockshire
It was a fine day in the most western part of Wales, in the middle of Brockshire.
It is a magnificent cathedral with an exterior made of pure white marble and shining gold decorations.
The towering spire points to the blue sky, symbolizing the firmness and purity of faith.
The sun shines on the spire of the church, and the golden decorations sparkle in the sun, which is dazzling. The windows of the church are inlaid with colorful glass. The sun shines through the glass, casting colorful light, making the entire interior of the church dreamy.
Through the windows of the cathedral, you can see that the city built around the church is bathed in the sunset, but only this place is still filled with gorgeous lights.
As time passed and night fell, the cardinal of the Cathedral Church in Britain, wearing a gorgeous scarlet robe and a golden bishop's crown, sat on the main seat in the banquet hall. The old man's face looked kind and solemn. He held silver tableware and elegantly tasted the delicacies on the table.
He was the only one in the entire hall, and it seemed as if the hall was prepared just for him.
Just as the old man was slowly tasting the food that was worth enough to feed the entire Brakmoya village for a year, the door was suddenly opened by a priest.
The bishop did not look up either, but just frowned slightly, held the cutlery with his old fingers, and continued to eat.
"Sir, the church in Brakmoya lost contact a few hours ago..."
"Okay, I get it now."
With a casual grunt, the Cardinal picked up a piece of roast meat, gently put it into his mouth, closed his eyes, savored the deliciousness of the meat and the roasting technique, a satisfied smile on his face.
"The priest of Brakmoya has deserted his post. You will take over the post later. Have him return and accept the punishment."
The bishop wiped his mouth, stood up and walked towards the house behind him. He was hunched over and needed the help of an exquisite cane to walk. His gait was slow but steady.
"Remember, the people in Brakmoya have committed serious crimes, but they can't all die. At least one person must be alive. As for how to survive, it's enough to survive. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
The cardinal's calm voice reached the ears of the priest who came to report, and he could only nod his head sincerely in agreement.
Then, the bishop's back disappeared behind the magnificent gate.
The priest knew that it was the room where the church studied fantasy species, and inside it were the bodies of many fantasy species that had died in the past few years...
As for being deceived and killed, none of the church staff in Britain thought that this behavior was inappropriate. After all, it was for humanity, and these guys were not human, so it didn't matter.
When the cardinal walked into the room, the first thing that caught his eye was a towering altar with exquisite sacrificial vessels placed on it. On the background wall of the room was a huge mural depicting Christian saints. Their images were lifelike, as if telling people the story of faith.
The ceiling is supported by tall pillars carved with intricate designs and patterns that match the decorative style of the entire room. On the ceiling is a magnificent mural depicting scenes of heaven, giving people a sense of endless tranquility and peace.
but--
There are sinks everywhere, and inside the sinks are corpses of various fantasy species.
From time to time, humanoid creatures would turn into foam and disappear, and in their place would be a wisp of something like smoke on the central sacrificial vessel.
After this humanoid creature disappeared, a fantasy species corpse of the same size and specifications appeared.
