Chapter 8 Got Devoured

Amidst the scream, Ryan could not help but blink.

It was as if his entire body had fallen into the eye of a tornado, and he could not help it.

That is how he felt.

Ryan did not allow himself to be controlled by this feeling. His mind was still highly concentrated. In his sea of consciousness, although the golden flame was weak, it was still blooming like a lotus flower.

The page of the book in the center of the flame was still half open, not closed, and not completely open.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

Everything had disappeared!

Everything returned to normal!

There was no white mist, no old woman, but only lines of tombstones, leafy trees, and the sunlight that passed through the branches. Leaves fell on the ground in front of the tombstone, swaying with the wind.

"Dong..."

At the top of the church on the mountain peak, there was a spire with a cross, and a ringing bell.

The sound of the bell swept through the mountains, and Ryan felt a wave of warmth. The cold air scattered in all directions, and it was nowhere to be seen.

He suddenly turned his head and looked to the right.

Under a tree stood a priest in a black robe.

The black priest robe covered his body, wrapping him tightly. It was like black fog, making it difficult to see clearly. When the sunlight fell on his body, it was as if being absorbed. There was no light at all.

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

It was a middle-aged man whose face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

At that moment, their eyesight met in the air.

Then, there was a rustling sound.

What was strange was that his ears did not hear this sound, but he had a feeling as if a spider were spitting spider silk under the eaves.

Then, Ryan felt something sweep over him.

The priest's gaze became clear.

This was a sight of inspection!

A kind of lofty indifference.

Then, the middle-aged priest lowered his head, the hood over his head covering most of his face, only revealing his sharp chin.

He held a book with a black cover and golden letters. After he lowered his head, the priest's hand gently touched the book, and Ryan's gaze fell on the thick book.

Once his sight fell on it, he could not shift his gaze away.

His gaze was like a lecherous person seeing a beautiful woman and a gourmet seeing delicious food...

It was a temptation!

A temptation to take it for himself!

A temptation to swallow it!

This desire came so urgently that Ryan was caught off guard.

In his sea of consciousness, the golden flames were dancing, like a child crying for candy.

Ryan suddenly looked away. His eyesight fell on his feet. He resisted the urge to run forward, and raised his hand to pick up his hat. He then placed it in front of his chest and bowed to the black-robed priest under the tree in the distance.

In this world, priests were the servants of the gods and were very respected. Under normal circumstances, even if the nobles and priests met on the road, they would take the initiative to take off their hats and pay their respects, let alone commoners like Ryan.

Hundreds of years ago, the divine power was above the imperial power.

At that time, the Holy See had been the Shepherd of the Heavenly Father, while the nobles had been nothing more than shepherd dogs. Even the king had to be recognized by the Holy See before he could wear the crown. At that time, there had been no empire. There had been no Emperor who dared to stand against the Holy See. There had been no such super empire as Franka, Boen in the northeast, or England that was separated from Franka by a strait in the Star Sea.

Now, although the Holy See could not stand above the Super Empire, it could not be underestimated. The churches all over the Noya Continent explained everything.

In the city, every street had its own church. It was the same in the village. Every settlement, even if in a remote place of crude wilderness, as long as there were humans, there would be churches.

These churches were either gorgeous or crude.

Some had thousands of priests, and on the worship days, the chanting was like waves floating above the city, and the buildings of the church were extremely gorgeous and mysterious. There were many spires, breaking through the clouds.

There was only one priest in the simple and crude church. It was either a thatched cottage or a grotto. Even if there was no one within a radius of hundreds of miles, it still existed. Those priests were more like ascetic cultivators who wholeheartedly served the Heavenly Father.

This church in the Holy Roland Street could not be considered gorgeous, but it had nothing to do with simplicity.

This hillside was the area of the church. The church was located at the top of the mountain. There was a huge cross hanging at the top of the church. Behind the cross was a bell tower. When the time came, the bell would ring and echo through the entire block.

It was stirring!

Ryan had used up almost all of his strength, and his will was as firm as a mountain. Only then did he not be driven forward by instinct.

The book in the golden flame in his sea of consciousness should be that Book of Gold. The Book of Gold was the book that transmitted his memory to this world and completely merged with the young Ryan. It was extremely mysterious with unknown power, coming from nowhere...

The Book of Gold had an extremely tyrannical will.

The scripture in the priest's hand rippled with an inexplicable energy. This energy attracted Book of Gold, just like an oasis suddenly appearing in the desert, in front of an traveller who was almost thirsty to death.

Therefore, Ryan had an instinctive impulse.

However, he had rationality and a strong will.

After bowing, Ryan resolutely turned around and walked down the mountain with unhurried steps.

Strange illusions, a priest that suddenly appeared, mysterious scriptures...

All of these hovered in his mind. Ryan controlled his breathing and the pace of his movement. His mind swayed in the golden flames of the Book of Gold, but it was as firm as a rock, never loose.

Alfonso raised his head and looked at Ryan's back, frowning.

There were no eyebrow on his eyes. They were not scraped off by someone. Rather, it seemed as if they had never been there in the first place. His skin above the eyes was extremely smooth. In fact, not only his eyebrows, not a single hair had grown on his entire body.

A hairless person!

This was his nickname.

It was somewhat strange!

Alfonso was still frowning.

He had not been here before, but he was in the tower on the west side of the cemetery. Today, it was his turn to be on duty and take charge of the tower.

Just a few minutes ago, the scripture in his arms suddenly became hot. The title page almost opened, and golden runes shone on the page. The reason for this situation was that the void was shaking, cracks forming, and there was polluted aura leaking out.

The cemetery was a place where ghosts lingered, and it was easy for void cracks to appear.

After all, those things liked this kind of environment the most.

This was also the reason why the tower existed.

This was also the reason why a priest like him was on duty in the tower.

However, when he rushed out of the tower and came here, the scripture in his arms was no longer hot. The title page was closed, and the jumping runes turned calm, which meant that the shock had disappeared, the void crack had closed, and the aura of pollution had left the real world.

This kind of situation was not rare, but common.

The tremors appeared out of nowhere and disappeared inexplicably!

Not every time the void crack opened, it would bring about great destruction and disasters.

However, there would still be some effects.

Why was that youth here as if nothing had happened?

Could it be that this was not the place where the tremors had appeared?

Alfonso made a cross in front of his chest and slowly left.