Gate of Apocalypse

Jerusalem, inside a Gothic castle.

It is a large library, a large part of which is filled with bookshelves, and at the end of the room, an altar stands.

Two rows of candles as thick as a child's arm were lit on the left and right sides of the room, and the candle flame cast the shadow of the altar on the floor, wavering. On the altar stood a long wooden box, the lid was wide open. In the center of the box, on top of the velvet, quietly lay a pair of white feathers.

Two rows of people kneeled neatly on either side of the wooden box, chanting hymns softly under their breath.

Some of these men wore medieval knight's armor, while the rest wore the robes of monks, all with their foreheads pressed firmly to the ground, looking incomparably devout.

"Ulysses ......"

Not far behind the two rows of people stood two men also dressed as knights, looking side by side at the piously praying members of the group in front of them, one of them turned his head and sighed softly: "Ulysses, half a year has passed since St. Gattuso died. But until now, there are still no more new saints among us ......"

"My point is that we don't need to worry so much, Lucius." Ulysses slowly shook his head: "Not everyone who can receive divine revelation in the first place. Only the most devout will be favored by the Lord to give him revelation. Besides, in the seven hundred years of our Order's history, there have only been four saints. St. Gattuso has just received divine revelation, and I do not think it is possible for the next saint to appear among us in just six months.

And even without the appearance of a saint, as long as we have angel wings at hand, we will not fear any opponent. What do you have to be uneasy about?"

"But this time ...... is different!" Lucius' eyebrows were tightly knitted: "Ulysses, I always felt that ...... St. Gattuso's death was very wrong. St. Mark and St. Transy, both lived to the end of their natural lives after more than two hundred years. And the only one who died unnaturally, St. Canaan, was given ...... by the head of the Thorn Blossom Regiment, the damned Tatsu

This time St. Gattuso and Mene former leader died in the copy, originally was definitely not supposed to happen! The monsters within the copy or other game participants from opposing camps or ...... who could have the ability to kill a Saint?

Unless it's ......"

"I understand what you are worried about, the problem is that ...... Mene is also dead and we can never know what really happened in that copy." Ulysses sighed softly, "But at least I don't think ...... it could have been Tatsu."

"How do you know it can't be?" Lucius frowned.

"First, after that attack on Zero City, Tatsu disappeared. We also contacted other players in other copies who had participated in the battle of Zero City together at that time, and the answers we got were that Tatsu never appeared again. Even the inner circle of the Thorn Blossom group was split. If it is true that Tatsu got out of the trap, then the first people he should be looking for trouble would be the traitors of the Starfall Warriors. But by now more than half a year has passed, and those guys are still alive and well. So, Tatsu must not have reappeared in this world yet." Ulysses waved his hand: "Secondly, you should not forget how the holy relics in our hands were regained, right?"

"It was returned to us by Tatsu ......." Lucius' voice was squeezed out of his throat word by word.

"Although it's shameful to say, ......" Ulysses had a helpless bitter smile on his face, "it's the truth. Tatsu killed Saint Canaan and took away our holy relic, only to return him to us decades later. To put it bluntly, it's already something he can't see anymore. So, we don't have to worry that he will come back to rob it once again ......"

"But what if ......" Lucius gritted his teeth, "the one who killed St. Gattuso, was not Tatsu?"

"There will be no such possibility." Ulysses slowly shook his head: "Saints are those who have received divine inspiration and are favored by the Lord's divine grace, except for Tatsu, the demon ......"

Bang ！！！！！！

Ulysses words have not finished, only to hear a dull heavy sound, two huge door panels flew up.

Tall bookcases were smashed on by the door panels and collapsed like a series of dominoes. Thousands of books that had accumulated dust throughout the years clattered and fell all over the floor, raising dust all over the room.

"What a man!"

Ulysses and Lucius both drew their cross knight longswords at the same time, while releasing two shields of holy light on their bodies, staring at the door warily.

Behind them, everyone who was originally kneeling on the ground in devotion and prayer, chanting hymns, also immediately stood up and made preparations for battle.

Dust filled the library, and only the light coming from the door could be seen, outlining a figure that was slowly walking inward from the doorway, but could not see the dress or face.

The two men gulped and swallowed at the same time.

The entire building, which is the stronghold of the Knights of the Holy City, and this library as well as the innermost altar, are located at the very core.

After regaining the holy relics, all members of the Order, according to their rank, have different lengths of time to enter the room where the altar is located every day to enlighten the holy relics with a view to obtaining divine enlightenment, but the perimeter security has not been slackened for a moment.

But now, the enemy has broken into the library directly, and the people in the library did not even receive any warning!

The team channel was silent, nothing was moving.

What kind of enemy is this!

The figure walked forward step by step and finally gradually revealed its face.

A dark-haired oriental teenager with a harmless smile on his face, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with empty hands and nothing to hold.

"You ...... you are--"

Ulysses stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly his heart shook!

He remembered what the teenager in front of him looked like!

Once right in the middle of a copy of Jerusalem, the guy who stood in the dark camp and was hostile to his own side.

Knight Alter had used the power of the holy relics and failed to defeat him, instead he himself died from his life force being devoured and aging rapidly.

"Chen Xiaolian!"

Before Ulysses, Lucius had already shouted out Chen Xiaolian's name first: "What have you done to Petro and the others!"

"Take it easy, take it easy." Chen Xiaolian smiled and waved his hand at both Lucius and Ulysses: "I just wanted to come and borrow the same thing from you guys. Your teammates ...... are now lying outside in good health, just passed out."

"Borrow ...... something?" Lucius and Ulysses raised their longswords and pointed them at Chen Xiaolian, coldly snorted, and struck at the same time!

Both legs stomped the ground fiercely, flying towards Chen Xiaolian and bursting forward, their longswords shining with holy light, one left and one right cutting at Chen Xiaolian from both sides at the same time.

But seeing the two crossed longswords cutting towards him, Chen Xiaolian still stood in place, not dodging, nor did he fight.

The sword light flashed!

But the sword blade did not transmit any touch of chopping objects!

The two men had already rushed to Chen Xiaolian, only to feel a blur before their eyes, but Chen Xiaolian appeared in the distance more than ten meters away.

So fast ......

--No! Not he is fast!

Ulysses' first reaction was just born and immediately denied by himself.

The bookshelves that collapsed around them, and the books scattered on the ground, were still in the same position as when he had just struck.

Chen Xiaolian did not move his position at all.

Rather, he and Lucius both, as they burst in front of Chen Xiaolian and swung their long swords, instantly returned to the original standing position!

Space ...... was distorted by Chen Xiaolian!

Cold sweat had already seeped out from Ulysses' back.

Lucius had not yet realized what had happened, roared, leaped high into the air once again, and swung his longsword at Chen Xiaolian.

Two holy lights emerged from the blade, intertwined into a cross, and flew towards Chen Xiaolian.

However, when the holy light was less than a meter in front of Chen Xiaolian, it suddenly flickered.

As if it had skipped the space where Chen Xiaolian was, the cross of holy light reappeared behind him, blasting a big hole in the wall.

And Chen Xiaolian, from the beginning to the end, stood nicely in place, not even moving a finger, still looking at the two with a smile on his face.

"Lucius, stop!"

Ulysses rushed to Lucius with a broken roar, stopping him from continuing to attack Chen Xiaolian, a pair of eyes deadly stare at Chen Xiaolian: "What exactly do you ...... want?"

"Listen, I'm a reasonable person, and I especially don't like killing people. As I said, none of your companions outside are dead." Chen Xiaolian shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed look, "I know that Chen once broke into your place back then, took it away once, and killed quite a few of you. But ...... I don't intend to do that."

"Then what are you going to do?" Lucius also realized what had just happened and gritted his teeth to death: "We've already lost the holy relic once, and will never give it to--"

The words did not fall, he suddenly felt a strong force come from his hand.

It was clear that Chen Xiaolian was still standing in place, not even moving, but the knight's longsword in everyone's hands flew out of their hands at the same time, cutting a dozen arcs in mid-air and neatly stuck on the ground in front of his feet.

The crowd behind him was in an uproar, Lucius and Ulysses' hearts thumping wildly, looking at Chen Xiaolian in disbelief.

They both had a number of spare weapons stored in their storage equipment, but at this moment, they were at a loss for words, not knowing whether to take them out or not.

"Gattuso and Mene ...... were killed by you?!" Lucius gritted his teeth to death: "Six months ago, in the Kyoto copy ......"

"Gattuso was killed by me, but Mene was not." Chen Xiaolian told the truth in one piece: "That guy Gattuso ...... has gone nearly completely insane. Mene saw that he was no match for me and intended to have the copy end, but Gattuso killed him in order to stop him. But--"

He paused for a moment and continued, "Just count him out on my head, it doesn't hurt. Hussein was a friend of mine, and he once told me he'd be happy if I could kill Mene one day."

"Hussein ......?!"

Upon hearing this name, the eyelids of both Ulysses and Lucius jumped at the same time: "Hussein Knight ...... is still alive?!"

As for Gattuso and Mene's death, since Chen Xiaolian had appeared in front of them and displayed such strength, the two were not too surprised by it.

"Alive, and by all rights ...... should be alive quite well." Chen Xiaolian smiled: "Well, I will have to ask you about this matter later. For now, let's talk about your pair of holy relics."

"The holy relics were taken away once before, there is no way they will be lost from our hands again!" Ulysses broke off, but his forehead had long been covered with beads of sweat.

"I ...... don't quite believe it." Chen Xiaolian smiled and took a step towards the altar at the end of the library.

Lucius shouted, a war hammer appeared in his hand, holy light condensed on top of the hammer head, smashed down heavily towards Chen Xiaolian.

After receiving the divine revelation of the saint will be how strong, he knows very well.

And the guy who can kill the saint, and how strong it will be, he knows better.

But no matter how strong his opponent was, he had to guard the holy weapon from desecration!

"No way." Chen Xiaolian shook his head and sighed lightly, his finger lightly tapped on the hammer head of the war hammer, while his feet walked forward at a pace that still did not stop.

At the moment his finger hit the hammer head, Lucius' entire body suddenly froze in place, his face filled with a look of shock and disbelief. Half a second later, his entire body suddenly spurted blood furiously and fell to the ground in a heap.

"Heretic! Give me--"

Bang!

A knight had just called out, when Chen Xiaolian threw a slap at his face and sent him flying out, crashing into a bookshelf, rolling into a ball even with the bookshelf.

"I always say one thing -" Chen Xiaolian twisted his head, his gaze passing over each person's face in turn: "I don't love killing. But that doesn't mean I won't kill people, understand? I know that Chen killed a lot of people when he took it away, and if you guys make me feel the need, I don't mind doing what Chen did back then, here again."

His voice wasn't too loud, and he even had a smile on his face as he spoke.

However, everyone shuddered as they were swept by his eyes.