"Father, why do you say this for?"

I listened for a while and said slowly, "Do you think the demise of the Primitive Empire is an accident?"

Father Carter still smiled, but he hid his expression in the darkness.

"In a sense, I can fully understand the despair of the original primitive corps back then. It also paid a great price to take the beginning of the distortion of supervision when the Holy See came out of the Holy City."

"In that era, many places were destroyed by lakes, magma, boulders, and even indescribable monsters. Some places were all alienated into undescribable blasphemy. Some places quietly brewed unknown evil. The most tragic time was the early senator incident in the holy city of Illing. A total of 27 cardinals bleed and sacrificed their lives, 471 high-level priests died, and the three major knights were almost destroyed..."

"There are so many twists on this continent that it is almost impossible to describe in words. What we can do is to hold up the light of the Holy Spirit with shallow reason and shine on these places where disasters are frequent."

"The disappearance of the primitive sect and the primitive empire was probably also under the influence of the gradually erupting distortion point, which interrupted the hegemony of the unified continent, and finally was unable to resist, so he retreated desperately into the mountains and forests to find the last tranquility."

"Until now, there is a mysterious organization in the Holy See, called the Guiling Hellen Parliament. It is said that it is the mourners prepared by the Holy See, and they are silent for a long time, preparing for prayer for the day of the world's destruction."

Father Carter seemed to be a little excited. Outside the dark window of the church, strange and noisy sounds gradually sounded, and some strange shadows were also projected on the glass of the church, leaving a horrifying look.

The candlelight swinging with the wind was almost impossible to maintain the light, and only the last wick as big as a bean was still burning, and he was breathing and reluctant to disappear.

"There was a period called the Dark Age by later generations. At that time, as long as you are five hundred meters away from the church, you will be mercilessly destroyed by evil forces. Sometimes, even in the church, many ghosts sneak in and seize the lives of innocent people at any time. Therefore, when the special astrological day comes, the pastors will gather people from all over the village, gather in the church all night and recite the holy names, snuggle up with each other through this long night, soothe these souls who are trembling with fear."

“The inland areas were so dangerous that the population was all concentrated in oceans and coastal areas with sparse twisted points, and only the Holy Spirit Church was still struggling to support these fallen areas.”

I sat on the church chair, no longer looking, immersed in the dream created by Father Carter, and felt the surrounding atmosphere.

In this environment, I suddenly felt the dark age in Father Carter's mouth. Ghosts wandered in the wilderness, demons were leading beasts to eat people. The ancestors usually collected their trembling thoughts, cherished the bright world during the day, sowing and harvesting. But at night, the uneasiness would double, biting people's hearts like a poisonous snake. The only thing that could help was the low, simple church and the low bell sounds coming from it.

"How did the later era pass?"

This dark age is different from what I remember. The so-called impression era was a politically dark and indifferent, with tens of thousands of horses silenced in culture, and the people were in trouble. However, the dark age mentioned by Father Carter was a state of civilization in an entire region that was in a state of inability to develop, and the inheritance was about to be cut off. The fire of civilization was almost shaky and was about to be extinguished.

Father Carter's expression gradually soothed a little. He turned around and sat down. The sounds and demon shadows around him slowly dissipated, and the whole church returned to its previous peace and solemnity.

"After about a long time of research, the Holy See finally discovered the secret of the twisted point, so the twisted point was slowly suppressed, and the terrifying events accompanied by the twisted point gradually became an unexplained part of the history page."

"The mysterious stories that were circulating in the countryside back then gradually became a chat after dinner. The graves in the suburbs also gradually dissipated into plains to be plowed."

"And what happened here has always been very secretive, neither seen in history nor in the Holy See's documents. Even the news of the entire primitive empire has turned into a mystery, leaving these historians with difficult problems to overcome. Even a genius, like Professor Vonnich, was bleeding in the face of this mystery, and could only rely on shallow materials to complete the writing of the corresponding chapters of the manuscript."

"But don't doubt that although this part of history is mysterious, it has never been far away from it. Proper concealment is also to protect the rational achievements that civilization has finally cultivated. These fragments of history, whether it is the Holy See, the Alliance of Voivodes, secret associations from all over the country, and even the trust groups that were finally established, are all keeping their mouths tight and not spreading these things to the outside world."

In his vague description, I could also feel a huge pressure, which was transmitted to me through the distant time and space. I originally thought that the story of Old Yorkson and Dad Hook was just a case, a tease from fate, but I didn't expect that this was the mainstream hidden behind the world, but it slowly disappeared in the distant time.

I originally thought that the church power represented by Father Carter should have the momentum to suppress the world, enough to control this twisting point in the ore town, and even provide me with help when necessary. But from now on, the pressure behind the priest is not less than that of me.

All I can do is carry some unknown secrets and take responsibility within my ability. In the description of the priest, what he has to do is to face all disasters at the necessary moments and become a witness and executor of everything.

"Father, I blame you wrongly. I didn't expect that your people are so stressed..." I said in a low tone, but saw Father Carter rolling his eyes unnaturally.

"Me? Why do you think I'm under great pressure?"

Father Carter smiled and said, "Actually, I came here because there were too many twisting points and too much pressure in these core areas of the Holy See. There was a risk of death on the spot if I was not careful. That's why I chose this island."

"You...you actually..."

"I just don't bother to move and have no idea of ​​sacrificing myself for justice. You can understand this?"

“…”

"Also, what I said just now is actually my guess. The Holy See didn't even let me say it. How could it be written into a book and let me read it casually? It was all because my classmates at that time told these ghost stories every day, which made me unable to tell whether it was true or false..."

"Return my touch back!"

I roared in anger and woke up from Father Carter's dream, and found myself sitting on a church chair, and the sky outside was not even darker.
Chapter completed!