Chapter 252

The captain went out of the hall and turned to the bow, followed by the archbishop.

They crossed the choir into a narrow passage, then walked hundreds of meters to a crossroads.

Then the captain went down the stairs, and the Archbishop followed him down several floors until there was a huge iron door at the end of the stairs.

Then bilak nodded, and the two guards opened the door for them.

In the storehouse, crates and boxes are stacked high on the steel frame. The repository was so simple that pomfili frowned when he saw it.

"Let you down."

"Where are the sacred prayers I just saw?"

"I believe that's enough."

The captain pointed to the container.

"Many of the items stored here are reproductions. They are also respected, but not the most solemn respect. I promise that there will never be any impiety here."

Ponfil bowed his head, and he admitted it.

"As for those unidentified objects."

The captain continued:

"The same principle applies. Before we determine their characteristics and therefore their sanctity, they can only be stored here. Although this repository is not decorated, my Lord, it is still sacred."

"I'm satisfied, captain. Please continue."

The captain took the Archbishop to a box at the end of the first row of shelves. It was placed on a large workbench next to data boards, scrolls and leather bound volumes.

"I know you've been working hard."

"Yes, this work is very complicated, and there are many contradictions in the record. We haven't made any progress."

With that, the captain began to open the box.

It was unlocked, but a dozen bronze clips caught it.

"Where did you find it?"

Ponfil asked curiously:

"Can't this provide some clues?"

Bilak shook his head.

"We found it from the wreckage of an underground ruins. In that ruins, we also saw some wreckage of astat power armor, but we can't recognize which order's power armor is. They are all silver and have no shoulder emblem... Those wreckage were buried again. We believe this is the best courtesy to the angels."

"What is astat doing there?"

Pomfili was more curious because prandium fought alone before its destruction. There was no record of any astatic order supporting it until it was completely swallowed up by the tyron Zerg.

Even so, he sees greater significance in the increasing number of coincidences.

"I don't know."

The captain shook his head.

"I can't guess why they were there, but anyway, that's what we found."

Then he took out a shelf from the inside and put it on the table. Then he stepped back and made way for pomfili to check the holy thing.

This is a heavy ancient book. The book cover is made of gorgeous precious metal, with a cold face on the front.

The mask looked neither male nor female, staring at ponfil with empty eyes.

He received a cold look, his limbs began to tremble, and his blood flowed to his heart, leaving his skin numb.

The face is golden and fixed on the cover by a solid frame. It looks solid and beautiful.

Its eyes and mouth are inlaid with jewels, and the outline of its cheekbones is also inlaid with dazzling gemstones. They extract light from the light on the roof and refract it into a dazzling spectrum, so that pomfili can see that brilliant gold is intertwined with colorful brilliance.

The face was serene and serious, with subtle runes engraved on its forehead. Line by line runes crossed the surface of the mask like wrinkles of years and experience, highlighting the beauty of the face.

Around his face, he wrote obscure information, complex patterns and chants in distorted handwriting.

This ancient book makes the Archbishop concentrate. His eyes jump from one detail to another. Every detail is perfect. Together, they create an existence beyond perfection.

Pangfili felt as if he had been shocked. The beauty in front of him was even painful, but his eyes were still wide open. His eyes seemed to be watching a kaleidoscope, from one person's face to another.

He felt that he could spend his whole life watching every face presented by the mask. Even so, he could not see it all.

"This..."

Ponfil cleared his throat and couldn't look away.

"This is amazing!"

"Indeed, this is a great masterpiece. Once we determine its origin, we can rest assured of the exhibition."

The archbishop was fascinated by the beauty of the ancient book, which was the only thing in his mind.

"Gazing at this miracle is like feeling the gaze of an emperor. It can only be copied from the face of an angel or saint."

This is not because of the sanctity of the holy thing, but because the ancient book itself makes the Archbishop think.

The rune on that face has so much magic that the light shines on the gem that no mortal face can match.

It is destined to be appreciated, as if a pair of living eyes look out from behind the mask, calling believers to immerse themselves in the ecstasy of faith.

The Archbishop felt that the ability to look at the mask rationally was slipping away from him. He felt a little nervous about it, but then awe flooded his mind.

"I think so too. The person who made this face for the saint must be very special, but before we know which Saint it is, I must leave it here. This is my responsibility."

"Indeed."

Ponfil reluctantly replied that he didn't want bilak to put away the ancient books in front of him,

He stared at the relic until the lid was closed, removed the perfect face from his sight, and made him feel the pain of the theft of an important object.

No, it's worse than that. It's a kind of bereavement.

When the captain took him out of the vault, the Archbishop looked nothing different, but there were waves in his mind.

He found what he had been looking for. The value of the Scripture was much greater than all the other relics on board, which must be displayed in the most magnificent cathedral.

As soon as he thought of how the Holy Scripture would have an inflammatory impact on the citizens' faith, the heaviness in his body disappeared. Now he even wanted to dance excitedly. This is a gift that will bring valledo strong faith like fire.

He must try to make it happen. It must be the emperor's will.

Otherwise, why did fate let itself see such a relic?

The reflection of gold and the light of gemstones reflected in pomfili's mind until he returned to his bedroom. The perfect face in his memory was still torturing him and calling him, and he vowed to answer its call.