Whispering Verse Chapter 797

While Saint Teresa Square was busy, death was cold and quiet. There were five people sitting around the bonfire in front of the stone gate. The light from the fire cast shadows around, swaying like ghosts in fairy tales.

Everyone stared at Xia De, and Xia De continued:

"The 'Scar of the Sacred Tree' ceremony is almost complete, but the narrow issue is still unresolved. I think the outside world should be fighting now. We need the power of the Chosen One to end everything tonight. But being The elector, who should it be?"

Joey Barton has already lost his qualifications. Even if he hadn't lost his qualifications, Shad would not let him be the chosen one. But now everyone came here from the narrow space on their own initiative, which is equivalent to that everyone committed suicide in the narrow space on their own initiative.

"Whoever walks out here first will be the chosen one. Because the other picks are all dead."

Shad repeated again, and then looked at Sister Devlin. Sister Devlin also understood this fact, she was the second pick after Joy Barton, but the nun shook her head slightly:

"I have already embarked on the path of guarding the flames. Death is not suitable for me. Now I am not the only one who can be chosen. Perhaps, you can consider other candidates."

So Xia De looked at Priest Augustus again, the priest hesitated for a moment, and put down the pipe lit by the first fire:

"What is the Chosen One?"

he asked curiously.

"In the Fifth Era, the "Whispering Poetry" prophesied by the Witch mentioned that there will be thirteen chosen ones in the Sixth Era. They are the protagonists of the Era, and their stories will together constitute the unknowable destiny stage of the Sixth Era , and affect the future of the entire world. And the chosen ones of death possess the power of the ancient **** [ancient death god]."

Shad explained:

"Priest, maybe you can consider it"

"No, I don't want to take on that kind of responsibility. The troubles in the church are enough for me. At my age, I have to care about the accommodation of the children in the choir and assist in the church's quarterly financial review. I also have to participate in the planning of the annual Holy Prayer. Detective, I have enough things on my hands, and those boring responsibilities belong to you young people."

The priest shook his head firmly:

"Don't involve me in this kind of thing."

In fact, Xia De is also unwilling to involve Priest Augustus in this matter. To be the chosen one is equivalent to being forced into the vortex of fate, and now Priest Augustus, who has an arm at his feet, obviously prefers calm life.

"Then we can only consider the candidate with the fourth pick."

Shad said, and then looked at Iluna.

The seventeen-year-old girl also looked at him, and blinked suspiciously:

"The fourth candidate? Who is that? Didn't you say last time that you are not sure about the fourth candidate?"

But Xia De still looked at her, so Iluna turned her head suspiciously and looked behind her, as if thinking that there were other people beside her. But after confirming that Xia De was indeed looking at her, he opened his mouth slightly, and pointed at himself in disbelief:

"You mean me?"

"As of your arrival at Castle Midhill, there were four of them."

"But."

"Eyes that can see through darkness."

"But that's for you"

"I am an audience other than destiny. I can't be the chosen one. Besides me, a total of four people will die tonight, so why, Iluna, you will also appear here?"

Although this reason is very unreasonable, Iluna was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head:

"Xia De, are you mistaken? I am the chosen one of 'Balance', and I have even held the ceremony."

"But no one has ever said that the qualifications of being chosen cannot appear on the same person repeatedly."

Xia De said, Iluna thought for a while, and it seemed that she really couldn't refute.

"It is indeed her."

The soul of Mr. Barton, sitting beside Ms. Marilyn Handel, said softly:

"After losing my power, my feeling of death is more real, as if I have melted into death. This young lady with brown hair is indeed the fourth candidate."

Xia De was relieved now, his guess was correct.

But Iluna still didn't want to accept:

"This nun and priest Augustus are more suitable than me. After the trial just now, I have obtained some new information. Except for the first candidate, even if the other candidates hold the ceremony, the power they will gain will be Weaker. The lower the ranking, the weaker the final strength will be. No matter from what point of view, in order to deal with the continuous troubles that will follow, it is better for the selected person to take on the role of a high ranking person.”

This is new information.

"Miss Bayas, you ought to see it that way."

Priest Augustus took another puff of his pipe, and the old priest's expression was very kind:

"Except for you, everyone here has selfish motives.

Barton over there went to death in order to revive his beloved. I offered to help because of this hand bone. Shade fought a duel with a quarter of the soul for the Rhodes card. The nun witnessed this scene for the firewood. But only you, Iluna Bayas, and only you who asked for nothing but justice and mercy, participated in this.

I daresay you are the noblest of us, at least in this matter, though you are the youngest. "

The others nodded one after another. The old priest deserved to be the oldest, and his words made sense.

Iluna was also a little embarrassed by what Priest Augustus said. She was a little moved, but she still shook her head. This is not a modest prevarication, but a genuine reluctance to accept it.

Looking at Xia De, the seventeen-year-old girl whispered:

"Xia De, the responsibility of the chosen one is too heavy. It's not that I don't want to take it, but sometimes I also think that one person should not monopolize all the responsibilities and power. You all say that I am the protagonist of the era, but I actually It's just an ordinary person. If I can, I hope that more candidates can appear, instead of letting me face all this alone.”

Power has a price, and Xia De also understands Iluna's thoughts. She didn't greedily want to monopolize all the power, but she realized her limit and understood her position. Few people can do this. It is definitely not accidental that Iluna inherited "balance".

So, Xia De looked at Priest Augustus and Sister Devlin again, the former shook his head quickly: Gu Lao

"Don't think about me, I have a lot to do."

He kicked the arm at his foot:

"Shad, when I return to Tobesk in a few weeks, there are some things I want to talk to you about. I also have many stories and responsibilities about those wings."

The priest seems to want to confess his secret to Xia De, just like Dr. Schneider two months ago:

"Sister Devlin, you can actually try to take on this responsibility. Although I don't understand the primordial fire, you seem to be looking for firewood? Fire is life, but fire is also death. Bearing the power of the ancient gods, you are blind It may be of great help to you to peek at death in the darkness."

The nun did not shake her head this time, but hesitated for a moment:

"It is my responsibility to take care of Chuhuo. I can bear the power of death, but I cannot bear all of it. Inheriting death will bring him closer to death. If Joey Barton becomes the chosen one, the collision between death and reverse life will make him Keep it as it is, maybe this is what it means to be a person of reverse life."

Mr. Button's soul showed a wry smile:

"Fate."

"It seems to be true. Will the living inherit the death and gradually transform into the undead or the living dead? This is a trouble."

Shad pondered, and Joey Barton spoke again:

"Mr. Hamilton, if you want to solve this problem, you only need to make the power of the chosen one less pure."

"What's the meaning?"

"The qualification of the elect must belong to only one person. There is no one qualification and there are two people. This cannot be changed. The young lady over there is already an official elect, but she still becomes another candidate. She may be able to obtain Part of the power of death, then death is no longer pure, and the nuns who inherit the qualifications will not slowly transform into the dead."

Xia De looked at him suspiciously, he seemed to know too much.

Mr. Barton tightly grasped the hand of the lady beside him, and looked at Xia De calmly:

"Mr. Hamilton, since you said that the requirement of the ceremony for the dead elect is that all other people die, then when the candidate for the latter is holding the ceremony, the former candidate is suddenly 'resurrected', what will happen?"

Iluna suddenly realized:

"If I perform the ceremony, but when the ceremony is not completed, Sister Divelin also returns to the narrow room from here, then Sister Divelin is the chosen one of death. But I also gained part of the power, rarely The power of the nun. In this way, the power of the nun is incomplete."

"Yes."

Barton then stopped talking.

Only dead chosen ones should be able to do this, after all, it is impossible for other chosen candidates to "resurrect from the dead".

Xia De looked at Mr. Button suspiciously, but did not raise any doubts in his heart. He did lose his qualifications to be chosen, but Xia De felt that this cursed man had gained something else. Maybe it's because of Iluna's trial and his sins, maybe it's because he is really talented in death, but these are not what Shad needs to care about. For the chosen one, he already has a judgment:

"Sister, is this feasible? You come to be the chosen one of death, but Iluna gets a small part of the power to make death no longer pure?"

In fact, after the death of the dark chosen one, Iluna also obtained part of the dark power, and the dark vortex is the evidence. From this point of view, Iluna actually managed to obtain the power of the chosen one three times in a row, even though only the power of balance was complete.

"This is good."

The nun nodded.

"Sister, do you understand death and the end?"

Xia De asked again with some worry.

"I have seen in the twilight of the flame, the world after the flame is extinguished. Yes, I understand all this."

Only then did Xia De show a smile, clapped his hands to signal everyone to look over, and he announced the final decision:

"Then do this—Iluna, you will leave here first, and Sister Devlin will leave later. The Witch Council should be very happy that the nun becomes the third candidate. Made up, I mean, rearranged stories to inform the Church of what happened here, as to the identity of Sister Devlin"

"You don't know me, just say: It's a blind nun with a blindfold."

Sister Devlin took the initiative to say that she did not intend to hide her identity from the church.

Joy Barton didn't care about the qualifications that once belonged to him, Ms. Handel couldn't understand their words at all, Priest Augustus squinted his eyes and enjoyed the tobacco, Sister Devlin sat on the stone with a blank expression, Iluna still Somewhat apprehensive, Xia De sat by the bonfire and looked at the dark moon on the water in the distance. The moonlight shone on Xia De's face, but there was no excitement or joy on his face.

He lowered his head slightly, his face was covered with a large shadow; his eyes were narrowed, and his brows were wrinkled to express concern.

【Do you know what will happen next? 】

"Yes."

[Then why, consume that drop of divinity in advance? That is the last drop of your divinity. 】

"Because, I'm afraid that the duke won't come tonight because of fear. I can't be by their side all the time, but He is watching all the time. Tonight is the best chance, because their duties are likely to end tonight. This is a conspiracy that lasted for two eras, involving many gods, affecting several eras, running through the fate of countless people, and indirectly leading to this scene tonight. Compared with the epic of the chosen one, since the reception began , and continues until now, the story is more like a myth, a terrible and gloomy myth. And I will never allow this story to end in tragedy."

Xia De frowned deeply:

"Even I~www.mtlnovel.com~ only realized when I saw that hook. The blood-sucking duke has been manipulating all of this since the last era. He actually just wanted to. So, the evil **** is the evil god."

[He is not for the narrow or the chosen, why do you want to stop it? 】

"Just like the first time I blocked it."

Then a chuckle was heard:

[So that's the case, you have never changed. But outsider, are you confident? If He really wants to come, you in a mortal state cannot forcibly obtain divinity just by using the 'soul fishing rod'. 】

The first drop of divinity from [Lord of the Blood Feast], the **** at that time had just stepped into the shadow, so Shade could succeed. The second drop of divinity from [Lord of the Blood Feast], at that time Xia De was in a deified state, so he was able to succeed. But if the relic is only used in the form of a mortal, the possibility of success is extremely low, and the gods are not immune to resistance.

"I understand, but I am definitely not the only one who maintains goodwill."

Xia De stopped his thoughts, he heard the sound of the door opening.

Chapter end