sinovels Chapter 196 Mental Pollution is a Good Skill
Chapter 196 Mental Pollution is a Good Skill
"Can I kill you?"
Hearing Da Wu's thoughts, Lin Fan was somewhat flustered.
You see, ever since he met Da Wu, he had always thought of him as someone who was fearless and daring.
Eat whatever you catch!
But now it's saying it's going to die?
This somewhat shattered his understanding.
Lin Fan remained silent for two seconds.
Are you sure?
The big crow did not answer.
But the trembling tentacles in the mental space proved that this thing was truly afraid.
"……OK."
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and did not ask any further questions.
It seems that the only way to figure out what that thing is is to rely on that old man, the Pope.
Hopefully, Lao Lin won't act too quickly!
Thinking of this, he immediately went up to the next floor without hesitation.
……
The staircase to the secret passage is very long.
Aretas IV followed behind him.
The last king of Nabataean was unusually quiet at this moment, and the fire of his soul burning in his eyes had shrunk to the size of a bean.
This shows that the impact of that mental force on him was far more severe than on Lin Fan.
Lin Fan hurried along and soon returned to the upper church hall.
The battle above is over now.
The square was littered with the corpses of Papal knights and shattered shields and armor. Skeleton soldiers stood in twos and threes, tilting their heads, looking bewildered, as if to say, "What's next after this?"
Lin Jianguo was sitting on the steps of the altar, smoking.
At his feet, King Paul VI lay sprawled on the ground, his robes torn in half, face down, seemingly lifeless.
As for other high-ranking members of the Vatican, they were not seen.
"Dead?"
Lin Fan walked over and glanced at Paul on the ground.
"no."
Lin Jianguo flicked his cigarette ash.
"No matter what, he is the Pope of the Holy See. Living is more valuable than dying. Moreover, it is unreasonable that we haven't seen other high-ranking members of the Holy See for so long."
At this point, he noticed that Lin Fan's expression was a little off.
"Why do you look so pale?"
There's something down there.
Lin Fan didn't explain much, but walked up to King Paul VI and kicked him.
"Wake up, I have something to ask you."
King Paul VI didn't move, but Lin Fan realized that the old man was actually awake.
He immediately kicked twice more, this time with more force.
"Stop playing dead, or I won't hesitate to send you to meet your God."
King Paul VI stiffened slightly, then slowly raised his head.
His face was swollen, one eye was so bruised he couldn't open it, and there was dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
But in that one eye that could still be opened, a trace of stubbornness remained.
"I...I won't say anything..."
"Big Crow".
Lin Fan was too lazy to waste words with him and directly ordered Da Wu to take action.
Sometimes, mental torment is more agonizing than physical torment.
With Lin Fan's will, a faint mental wave spread out from his body.
The mental pollution from the giant crow instantly invaded Paul VI's brain, and suddenly, his pupils dilated.
Gradually, he felt the world before his eyes becoming distorted.
The surrounding buildings, especially the dome of the hall, seemed to melt in his eyes.
The angels in the mural are distorted and deformed, with their mouths open, revealing a dense array of teeth.
Eyes sprouted from the floor, one after another, all watching him.
The corpses of the surrounding clergymen slowly merged together like writhing, rotting flesh, transforming into a twisted, indescribable mountain of flesh...
"ah--!"
This sudden and terrifying scene caused Paul VI to scream and desperately back away, his back slamming into an overturned bench.
Lin Fan squatted down in front of him, told Da Wu to stop the mental pollution, and then said in a calm tone.
"I'll ask, you answer. Each question will only be asked once. If you don't answer, what you just saw will become your daily routine for the rest of your life."
"Did you understand?"
King Paul VI trembled, his eyes no longer showing the stubbornness they once had, and nodded frantically.
"Very good. First question, where did that large crystal in the underground space come from?"
King Paul VI took several breaths before speaking haltingly:
"The crystal... it's been there since the founding of the church... it wasn't made by the Vatican..."
"Who put that there?"
"have no idea……"
He shook his head.
"The first pope discovered it. He said it was a gift from God, a primordial power left behind when God descended to earth..."
Lin Fan frowned: "A golden figure just emerged from that crystal. Do you know what it was?"
King Paul VI shuddered.
"A golden...figure?"
Seeing the other party's reaction, Lin Fan instantly realized that the old guy didn't know about the golden figure.
At the same time, he also felt very strange. The Vatican had used the energy source for thousands of years, and they themselves did not know that something lived inside it.
That's a bit unreasonable, isn't it?
"Never mind, next question."
Lin Fan asked again,
"That underground corridor leads in another direction. What's at the other end?"
This time, King Paul VI reacted differently.
He wasn't afraid.
Rather... it is piety.
Even under these circumstances, the old man's eyes became fervent when "that direction" was mentioned.
"That's... the icon room..."
"icon?"
"Yes, it is an icon of the Lord."
Paul VI's voice began to tremble, but not with fear.
"The true core of the Vatican's faith... is not the crystal, not the holy light... but that holy statue."
"It has been there for who knows how many years. Longer than the history of the Vatican. Longer than this city."
"Every pope must enter the icon room alone upon his accession and kneel before it for seven days and seven nights."
Lin Fan stared at him: "And then?"
"Then you will be able to hear the voice of the Holy Lord."
A near-maniacal smile tugged at the corners of Paul VI's mouth.
"It will tell you what to do. It will tell you what order is. It will tell you how the world... should operate."
"Holy crap..."
Lin Fan was startled.
"Isn't this just mind control?"
King Paul VI's smile froze.
"You—you don't understand anything!"
"Yes, I don't understand anything!"
Lin Fan stood up.
"But I know that thing is definitely not as wonderful as you describe!"
King Paul VI opened his mouth.
There was no sound.
The piety on his face crumbled somewhat with Lin Fan's last words, especially when he thought of the aura emanating from the sacred image and the video filmed by the United States some time ago.
All this evidence undoubtedly proves the evil of that thing.
but……
That's not how it's recorded in the Vatican...
He didn't say any of this, and Lin Fan had no intention of paying attention to this rather abnormal guy in front of him anymore. Instead, he went up to Lin Jianguo and lowered his voice.
"The situation is more complicated than we thought. I suspect that the holy icon that the old man mentioned is the culprit behind the creation of those false angels."
Are you sure?
"I'm not 100% sure, but Da Wu said that thing can kill it."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo's expression turned serious. After a long while, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.
"Then we won't touch it."
"Hmm. I won't touch it for now."
"What? Temporarily? You brat..." Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo was about to start lecturing him.
However, Lin Fan interrupted:
"You don't need to worry about this. I have reasons why I have to get involved."
"What reason do you have?!"
"I want to understand where the space is in the instant after I die each time."
Lin Fan explained,
"And that spiritual energy felt just like that mysterious space..."
Lin Jianguo stared intently at Lin Fan: "Are you sure this is the only way?"
"Sure."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo pondered for a moment and said:
"Then you absolutely mustn't touch it. Don't get involved in anything related to your talent until you've figured it out."
"I know."
Lin Fan nodded and didn't say anything more.
"Let's go."
Seeing this, Lin Jianguo patted his backside, picked up Paul VI,
"We've taken what we needed to take, fought what we needed to fight, and we really don't want to stay in this awful place any longer..."