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Chapter 227. To Be Buried Here

The chest of the Holy See was like a peeled coconut, with dried, dark brown muscle fibers on it.

Char frowned slightly. This was the effect of the level 80 skill [Rise of Wistfulness] of the Origin Sorcerer. It was either not effective, or once it was effective, it would mean instant death.

It could turn human fiber into a structure similar to the woody part of a plant. Fredrick was almost dead.

Fred grinned and showed him the inside of the Holy Shroud.

The runes were dark gold in color, but the words were slowly disappearing stroke by stroke. It seemed that less than one-fifth of the dark golden characters that were originally written on the Holy skull cloth were left.

Char recognized the words. They were words from the first era, and the content was a story about the God's Chosen One saving the world.

As for its function,

He was probably hanging on to his life.