dognovel Chapter 4713
Chapter 4713
Secondly, after they arrived on the moon, the Black Moon Priestess, Eclipse Yan, died the very next day. How could things be such a coincidence?
Third, Dao Lan's attack on Zhang Yi, and the appearance of the shadow assassin.
Fourth, the Vatican's unusual actions.
If Zhang Yi's strength hadn't exceeded their expectations, any other bishop-level superhuman on Earth would have been doomed!
Yang Xinxin said, "In conclusion, I believe that a force has emerged among the Lunarians. Their goal is to revive Samael."
"And the Vatican must have contacted them beforehand. Father Orion and Sister Leibniz, from the very beginning, their purpose in coming to the moon was not to reinforce the seal of Samael with us."
"As for why they did this..."
She shrugged. "Who knows what the reason might be? Maybe they're just fanatically worshipping Samael, willing to die for him. Just like those fanatics in the Papacy!"
Morgan still didn't understand.
"It's one thing for the Lunarians to go mad, but what's the point of the Holy See doing this? Their foundation is still on Earth."
Yang Xinxin shook her head: "I don't know about this matter. I'll probably have to ask them myself!"
An eerie silence fell over the scene. Yang Xinxin's analysis was logical and reasonable, and indeed the most realistic possibility.
But their emotions are hard to accept.
How could anyone possibly try to sabotage themselves by releasing a demon that would destroy their entire race?
"In short, there's no use thinking about these things now. The more they try to stop us from finding the spark and strengthening the seal, the more we need to do it."
Yang Xinxin looked at everyone and said calmly.
Saladin's eyes darkened, while King Arthur fell silent.
Zhang Yi continued, "There's no need to worry. The most urgent task is not to dwell on those pointless questions, but to find the spark, strengthen Samael's seal, and prevent the moon from completely collapsing."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked.
The moon... collapsed.
That was an apocalyptic scene that no one dared to imagine.
Morgan gritted his teeth, then suddenly looked up, his tone hesitant: "If that's really the case... then all our battles have just been a prelude."
Zhang Yi nodded, then turned and continued walking deeper into the forest.
However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.
Several members of the Knights of the Round Table suddenly clutched their heads and howled in pain, their bodies convulsing violently.
Their eyes became bloodshot, their pupils gradually turned black, and strange cracks appeared on their skin.
"What's going on?!" someone exclaimed.
“Mental…mental pollution!” Morgan’s expression changed drastically.
Sure enough, the knights soon began to roar, their eyes empty and ferocious, their limbs gradually twisting, and their armor and flesh began to merge, transforming into some kind of deformed monster.
An extremely oppressive atmosphere spread out, as if the entire forest was whispering, trying to drag everyone into madness.
King Arthur's expression turned solemn, and he suddenly took out an ancient conch shell horn.
He took a deep breath and suddenly blew the whistle.
"Ugh——!"
The deep, resonant sound of the horn echoed, carrying a rhythm otherworldly melody.
That was the symphony of the sea god, the tranquility and order of the deep sea spreading through the air.
The conch shell horn is a sacred object that can seal off space and calm the sea. It also possesses the power to soothe the soul.
The distant sound of horns reached the ears of the knights, and their previously crazed pupils gradually regained their clarity, the hideous cracks slowly receding.
The atmosphere of spiritual pollution was suppressed, and their minds returned to tranquility.
The dark whispers in the air gradually dissipated with the music, as if the deep sea tide was swallowing up all the chaos.
The knights were in disarray, but they eventually regained their senses.
They knelt on one knee, sweat pouring down their foreheads.
King Arthur put away his horn, his expression grave, and said, "Indeed, the pollution of the Dark Sun Forest is worsening. If it weren't for the Conch Horn, we might have been corrupted as well."