Basement level of the prison.

In the narrow passage, Carol grabbed the feet of a papal knight and, like wielding a sledgehammer, smashed the shield wall in front of him, sending flesh and blood flying.

Lowering his body and using his limbs together, Aldenan leapt from the top of Carol's head and took advantage of the disrupted shield wall to plunge directly into the crossbowmen in the back row of the enemy army.

The wolf's paws pounced forward, and one of the crossbowmen's throats was torn off, and blood sprayed the ceiling like a fountain.

"Demon, demon!" a frightened crossbowman pulled out his cross from his chest, held it up to the werewolf, and shouted, "In the name of my Heavenly Father, I command you to get back to the lair!"

Aldenan licked the blood from his paws, smirked and pounced on the crossbowman, opening his mouth wide and biting off the other's head.

The commander of the prison garrison looked at the hellish battlefield in front of him, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

He shook off the guards, turned around and ran to the end of the passage on the basement level, shouting to the two colorless jailers, "Close the door!"

"But...... But, my lord, there are still our allies there. ”

The commander drew his sword, and without hesitation, slashed the jailer who dared to speak up, shouting at the remaining guy, "Close this damn door!"

Randall struck a shield sideways, knocking the last standing foe to the ground, and said behind him, "The passage is cleared." ”

Pedro, crouching behind the goalpost, stretched out his head tremblingly, and the corpse in front of him made him make a cross on his chest.

Pedro cautiously walked behind Randall and said, "From there, you can go down the stairs to the second floor of the prison, where the warden Morton Chris and his guards live. Through there, the person we want to save is on the third level. ”

Pedro paused for a moment, then looked at the locked door at the end of the passage and said worriedly, "But first, we have to find a way to open it." ”

Bourville the Minotaur kicked away the obstructive corpse on the ground, leaned his great axe against the corner, and muffled to Pedro, "It's not a problem. ”

After spitting twice on his hand, Bourville lowered his body, aimed his horns in front of him, kicked the ground with his hooves, and slammed into the gate with all his strength like a train running at full speed.

There was a deafening impact, accompanied by a shaking of the mountains.

The huge wooden door shattered into a pile of wood chips, and even the surrounding walls collapsed.

Bourville patted the rubble on his body, came back to pick up the giant axe, and said to the stunned Pedro: "I said, it's not a problem. ”

The group descended a curving staircase to the second basement floor of the prison.

The environment here is colder and more humid.

In the cells on both sides of the passage, human figures can be faintly seen, but compared to the previous floor, these creatures have long lost their human instinct for words and deeds.

They laughed maniacally, sobbed quietly, and some even gnawed on their own flesh and let out beastly screams.

"I don't like it here. Barbara wrapped her robes tightly: "It's more desperate than hell." ”

Pedro forced himself not to look at the cells on either side: "When I first started as a deacon, I came to the second basement floor, and for more than 20 years after that, for whatever reason, I didn't want to set foot here again. ”

Karin looked at the statue of the cross hanging on the wall and sneered, "Interestingly, the church's way of salvation is to make people abandon their reason and embrace madness. ”

Aldenan covered his claws over the wolf's nose and said bitterly, "Can we hurry? ”

Pedro pointed to the fire at the end: "From there, we will reach the heart of the second basement level, where the torture room and the warden's mansion are located. ”

The group quickened their pace and quickly walked through the long passage into a brightly lit hall.

Iron virgins, guillotines, craniotomys, amputated beds...... The various styles and dazzling torture instruments were neatly arranged in the hall like furniture.

Human heads, limbs, organs, and skin are displayed like trophies, displayed in glass windows, and in the light of fire, they look particularly terrifying and eerie.

"The warden's hobbies are really vulgar. Aldenan looked at the dark red blood stains on the inside of the Iron Maiden and shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that these torture instruments are more than just ornaments. ”

"Guest! Finally, a guest is coming!"

A sharp voice like a male duck that attracts everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man with a figure almost indistinguishable from a leather ball, dressed in a gorgeous costume, stood on a raised platform in the hall, overlooking the intruder.

"I have heard rumors that there are many non-human races living in the distant kingdoms of the West. The man stared at the members of the Holy Sect with greedy eyes, and said excitedly, "I originally thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

The man flicked his fingers, as if looking at a delicious meal: "Minotaurs, lizardmen, werewolves...... And that tall green-skinned monster. Rest assured, I'll put your specimens in the most prominent place here!"

Carol stomped on the floor: "Greenskin monster?"

Aldnan glanced at the orcs, "Is your focus wrong, this guy is trying to make us into specimens." ”

Randall raised his sword and pointed forward: "You have no power to stop us from advancing, surrender is your best option!"

"Surrender, you make me surrender?!" the man seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world: "Open your eyes! Look around you!"

Bands of soldiers in chain mail, armed with muskets, lined up from the end of the hall, and even two shotguns followed closely behind by the artillerymen.

The fat man waved his hands: "Have you ever seen muskets and artillery from the Southern Empire! I have a whole wing of troops under my command, and if I want to, the cardinal must bow down to my power!"

"You may not know who I am Morton Chris, but my family is a famous meritorious family in the capital of Taylor! My ancestors ...... a thousand years ago."

Aldenan's eyes straightened, and he asked, "Don't you think this guy is a little ......?"

Bourville shook his bull's ears: "He reminds me of those buzzing flies on carrion. ”

Randall shook his head helplessly and shouted at Morton Chris, "We're not here to listen to your tirade......"

"Don't interrupt me!" Morton Chris exclaimed in displeasure, "Bastard! I repeat, don't interrupt me! By the way, where did I just go?"

A pebble flew through the air and landed behind Morton Chris.

The next second, Karin placed the dagger on the warden's neck.

"Wait a minute! Don't kill me! Let me finish talking first!"

Karin twitched her arm, and the dagger slit Morton Chris's throat, burying the latter's words in the grave forever.

Aldnan scratched his ears: "It's quiet. ”