The vest magic changes the earth

Lu Yi thought for a while, I need some new cards, he thought, the cards in his hand already have the necessary tasks, he is busy dealing with mysterious events all over the world, and cooperating with the locals, he can't tell where he is from.

And the only one in his hand that has never been used is an SSR, a card of this level is too heavy on the mental burden of the user.The system has already warned him that if he continues to use this level of cards frequently without restraint, then what awaits him next time may be that his will will be completely swallowed by the cards.

Lu Yi rubbed his hands together and began to draw cards.

The card pool rotated for a while, and the light flashed.

Ten cards appeared in front of him.

Lu Yi was expressionless.

He drew six N cards, three R, and only one SR.

The three Rs have no special functions, and they can only be cute like fat cat Arthur.

Only one SR is available.

He drew out a card, which showed a handsome young man with distinctive Latin features-olive skin, black hair and blue eyes.He wears men's cinch trousers, black boots, and a loose linen shirt cinched at the waist by a belt with a sword on it.

it's you!Lu Yi reached out and tapped the card.

As usual, the scene where the card characters move automatically did not appear, Lu Yi was taken aback.

The character of this card seems to be fixed in one place by the system from the beginning.

......

Flower capital Paris,

This is a world-famous romantic city. Countless flowers bloom here throughout the year, and those Parisian girls who walk through the streets are as beautiful as flowers.The fragrance of flowers seems to flow in the Seine.

But few people remember that there used to be a name here, "City of Light". Light is the incarnation of God. When the city is filled with light, it is God's most devout people.

Notre Dame de Paris is a testimony to the ancient Parisian faith.

It was a Gothic-style building, light and airy, with black spires that soared into the sky, angels and elves were depicted on the railings of the building, and light and shadows flowed on the rose windows, casting a dreamlike halo on it.

And most importantly in the religious sense, it is also the seat of the bishop of the Diocese of Paris.

There are many believers praying and wandering outside it, unwilling to leave for a long time.

A nun was preaching. She was very old and had gray hair.But her expression was serene and kind. In front of her were devout believers, listening to the sermon quietly under the gaze of Jesus.

The bell rang, the sermon was over, and people left in an orderly line.

The nun herself turned and walked into the depths of the church.

Ever since mysterious events appeared around the world, those things that science cannot explain, those existences that human weapons cannot threaten, are telling people that gods or supernaturals really exist.

As these things happened, more and more believers came to pray, and they became more and more pious.But at the same time, her pure faith was also challenged. More than one believer came to her and asked her whether the legendary demon stories were true, and whether the Holy See had the same power to protect its believers.

The old nun didn't know, she prayed in her heart, and at the same time firmly believed that there was.

She believed that the Lord would eventually send down the light to save these lost lambs.

Looking at the soaring dome of the church and the golden portraits, the nun prayed silently in her heart.

The old nun was walking along the wall, lost in thought for a long time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Inside the wall, there seemed to be faint knocking sounds.

The nun stopped, and for the first time she thought she had heard it wrong, but she stopped and listened carefully, and she found that the sound really existed, as if it was underground.

Who is doing mischief or vandalism in holy churches.The nun frowned deeply, outraged by her pious faith and education.

She walked down an inconspicuous escalator in front of the church, listening to the sound, all the way to the underground cemetery below the church.

Hundreds of thousands of bones are buried in the underground cemetery, and the time span spans hundreds of years, accompanying this holy building.There are countless different people lying here, poor civilians who died of the plague, Roman soldiers, and pious priests.

Now, they are all here, sleeping equally.

As soon as you entered, there was a line of words written on the wall: "Please take your steps lightly! You are stepping into the world of the dead."

The nun turned on the flashlight, and the knocking sound became louder and clearer as she descended into the catacombs.She was a little scared in her heart, but she firmly believed that here, under the watchful eye of the Lord, she would not be harmed.

The nun felt the chill in the underground cemetery, which made her shudder.

She followed the sound and walked in, looking for the place where the sound came from.

The entire wall of the underground morgue was built with stone slabs, and there were small stone slabs on the wall to separate the corpses. The walls in the entire corridor were inlaid with corpses.

"Boom bang—"

The nun walked to the source of the sound, which indeed came from behind a stone slab.The stone slab trembled slightly under the sound of knocking, and the years of dust were shaken off. It seemed that something inside was trying to wake up from the years of slumber.

The nun raised the flashlight to shine on the sarcophagus. She was old and her eyes were blurred. With the light of the flashlight, she looked closely for a long time before she could see the words written on the stone slab. A name was written in Latin on it:

Cresnik

No surname, just this single first name.

"So...you mean a medieval witcher?"

In Notre Dame de Paris, several priests were sitting together, looking at each other, their expressions were all unbelievable.

Now that they had left the catacombs, the nun called the other priests, and now there was one more person in front of them.

This guest may be much older than them, and has accompanied the cathedral through a longer period of time.He claimed to be a member of the Roman Holy Inquisition and a professional exorcist.

The priests looked at each other in blank dismay. For most of them, the name Holy Church Inquisition did not bring back any good memories.This is almost bound to the lives of scientists and countless innocent women who were identified as witches.

The nun who brought out the demon hunter, Kresnik, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "You said you were a demon hunter, so do you know Matthew Hopkins?"

Matthew Hopkins is the most notorious witch hunter in history. There are hundreds of innocent girls executed just by his direct orders.

The demon hunter opposite shook his head. He had half-length curly black hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks and deep eye sockets.He was slender, even thin.A little disgust flashed across his face.

"There is a special department within the referee. We only deal with those incidents that are really about evil, and we don't interfere with the secular world. Don't compare me with that kind of scum."

The nun then asked: "Then have you come back from the dead? You must have been dead for hundreds of years." She observed the hunter's attire and felt that he should still be living in the Middle Ages.

"I didn't die, but my soul went to heaven." The witcher replied, "You said it was after 2000 AD, so I should have been asleep for nearly 500 years."

Immediately afterwards, he did not wait for the priests to inquire again, but said in a serious tone: "I want to meet the current Pope, and I have something very important to ask him, please help me."

.......

At the same time, in a country across the sea.

"Ugh."

While the prime minister was anxious, the life of the pope was also difficult. He looked at the white pigeons flying by the window and sighed deeply.

The landline phone in the room rang, and Anthony I frowned. He had told him before that he should not disturb him casually if there was nothing important to do.

At this time, he suddenly felt a large black shadow cast in front of his eyes.

The pope, Antony I, was a little stiff, he remembered, he lived on the fourth floor.

There won't be, and shouldn't be, anything on top of his head.

Anthony I raised his head stiffly.

A man with black hair and brown eyes sat on the upper left edge of the raised balcony, with his legs crossed, his elbows on his legs, his face resting on his hands, and he looked at Anthony I faintly.

The breeze blew his half-length hair, and the sun dyed the ends of his hair a little golden, light and stretched, like a bird about to spread its wings and leave at any time.His posture is so leisurely, he doesn't care about the height of tens of meters under his feet.

Anthony I was dumbfounded. He subconsciously wanted to look for the security personnel, but that person jumped down first. Behind him were white pigeons flying high in the square, casting shadows in the room.

"The Pope of this generation, the representative of the Lord, I need you to do one thing."

The mysterious man lowered his head, and Anthony I found that this man was tall and tall, half a head taller than him.

The mysterious man appeared to be of obvious southern European descent, with black hair, deep eye sockets, and a slightly darker olive complexion.His facial features were exceptionally handsome, and his blue-gold eyes were cold and clear, like the sunshine and sea breeze of the Mediterranean Sea in winter.

Anthony I forced himself to calm down. He tried his best to put on his majesty, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? If you know that you are the Pope, then you should know that I am the representative of Christ and the shepherd of the church in this world. Offend me, It is to offend the majesty of the Lord."

"Of course I know." The mysterious man said, his voice was hoarse, but not low-pitched, and there was a sense of graceful grace in his speech.

He looked up. "My name is Cresnik. Your Majesty, I am from the Holy Inquisition."

Anthony I's first reaction was that the name "Kresnik" sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it.

But he knows the Tribunal. At the beginning of the last century, this institution was changed to the Congregation for the Faith of the Holy See, directly under the Pope, and continued to defend the challenges of the values ​​of the new era to Catholic doctrine.

"Your Majesty, I have something very important."