Only God
Chapter 404 - 358: Invaders

Chapter 404: Chapter 358: Invaders

Time did not pause for Mira’s shock; the girl had no time to recover before she had to continue moving forward.

She walked with Vina Kana, the Bone Church’s maze-like surroundings presented many forks in the path, yet Vina Kana remained resolute in one direction, showing no hesitation in her eyes, no matter the choices.

At first, Mira worried they might take a wrong turn, walking forever without finding an exit, but soon, as if suddenly, they arrived at a place that opened up.

This place resembled the Bone Church’s hall, the walls on either side carved out with one hole after another, coffins laid out within them, everywhere filled with the pungent smell of preservative oil. Parts of the walls were painted, and the peeling paint made them look all the more sinister.

At the center of the hall stood an altar, severely damaged, covered with a thick black cloth, surrounded by dust, each bit heralding the long-abandonment of this Bone Church.

"Why cover it with a cloth if it’s been abandoned?"

Mira asked, puzzled,

"Could it be to conceal something?"

Vina Kana remained silent, taking Mira’s hand and handing the torch over to her while she drew her longsword, Sofia.

The air was filled with a mixture of dull and decaying scents, and beyond that, a strange odor that was somewhat like, yet not quite, the stench of a corpse.

Mira wrinkled her nose, following Vina Kana step by step to the altar, surrounded by moss-grown stone chairs, each one engraved with a name behind it.

"Vladimir, Yalande, Orianna, Herodotus..."

The names implied ownership of the stone chairs, suggesting that they were designated seats for the esteemed Elders of the Bone Church before it was abandoned.

As Vina Kana approached the middle chairs, one was found smashed nearly to powder, its back entirely fragmented as if someone intentionally wiped away its name.

Vina Kana led Mira to the altar, took a deep breath, and with the edge of her sword, flipped away the entire black cloth.

The shattered altar was revealed, covered in dense scripture, with several names written in gold paint at the altar’s very center, matching those behind the stone chairs.

However, Mira noticed at the center of the altar, one name had been obliterated, as if erased by someone.

Just as Mira was puzzled, Vina Kana suddenly turned her head.

The girl turned as well, her heart skipping a beat, to see that the stone chairs had shifted from their original positions, as if squeezing closer together toward them.

Under their gaze, the stone chairs remained motionless.

Bang! Bang!

Just as they were about to turn back, a flurry of banging noises erupted from within the Bone Church, the countless coffins creating an unsettling cacophony. As the dust that had settled over many years was shaken off, something seemed to be surging out of the moss-covered coffins.

"What is this...?"

Before Mira could finish her sentence, one, two, dozens, hundreds of coffin lids were knocked from within, and bodies redisplayed under the sun, rising from the coffins like the undead, their forms twisted, all clasping hands in prayer with faces of agonizing devotion.

Vina Kana gripped her longsword, preparing to step forward,

But Mira was the one who advanced first. The girl smelled the strong scent of preservative oil on the bodies, knowing it was highly flammable. She conjured a paraglider from nowhere and began to chant in the Ancient Language. In an instant, a gust of wind surged from beneath her feet.

An invisible whirlwind tossed Mira up into the air, and facing the sea of corpses, she softly chanted "Fierce Flames" in the Ancient Language. In an instant, a large ball of fire erupted from her mouth, carried by the wind. As it touched the corpses drenched in preservative oil, a sea of flames descended.

The raging inferno engulfed every corpse, thick, pitch-black smoke spreading throughout the hall. The undead, immobile in the sea of fire, as Mira landed on the paraglider, hands on her hips, proudly admiring the spectacular scene before her.

After a moment, however, Vina Kana grabbed her and dragged her out of the hall.

"What—what’s going on?!"

Mira asked in a hurry.

"Are you trying to kill yourself with the smoke?"

Vina Kana countered.

The girl blurted out subconsciously:

"So what if I die? There’s nothing to fear."

As her words fell on their ears, Vina Kana looked at Mira strangely.

How odd the girl’s attitude toward death was.

Mira belatedly realized something, she covered her mouth and coughed forcefully,

"Such a choke! Such a choke! My mistake."

Vina Kana paid no attention to her actions and simply led her across the hall toward the deeper parts of the Bone Church.

Mira felt a bit guilty, but she dared not speak, lest she reveal her identity.

After all, she had promised God that she would not reveal her identity.

They quickly reached the end of the corridor.

It was a dead end with a wooden sign hanging on the wall at the terminus.

A few feeble words were etched on it.

"Turn back."

Vina Kana flipped it over.

"Don’t believe what you just read."

These characters were a bright red as if written in blood.

Vina Kana put down the sign and, without hesitation, raised the longsword in her hand.

With one strike, she cut down.

As the thunderous noise sounded, dust filled the air, and the wall at the corridor’s end collapsed instantly.

An empty space presented itself before them, resembling an underground lake, with large pebbles making a winding path. In the very center of the space, an altar stood and, radiating from the altar as a center point, six Divine Statues stood in six different directions. Their arms and legs were broken, and their faces blurred, as if someone had deliberately concealed the Divines that these six statues represented.

The True Religion had no Divine Statues; these were surely statues of the Gods.

Mira stared at the statues, dazed, realizing something.

The Primordial Church... indeed had connections with the Gods.

And here, six statues... could it be that six Divines had established the earliest Primordial Church?

Before Mira could ponder further, a rumbling sound echoed.

One of the six statues, resembling a Valkyrie, started to move under their gaze. Mira’s eyes widened; as the daughter of the Love God, she clearly sensed that Divine Power was at work inside the statue!

The statue showed hostility toward the intruders.

It seemed their arrival had disrupted the peace here.