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And the prayer hall was unrecognizable at this time.

The stained glass with religious connotations had long since shattered, the white walls had been stained black, the ground was uneven, with Lawson as the center, the traces of the flames were radially scattered, and not far away, a mass of flesh that emitted the smell of burnt was trembling slightly.

Oops, seems a bit overdone.

Rosen secretly complained in his heart.

Draining the three Sunshine Spears stored in the Griffith Bell at once, Lawson consumed almost a third of his remaining mana.

In fact, the monster was close to death when the second Sunlight Spear fell on Joseph, but Lawson knew the importance of mending the knife and did not risk killing the opponent with his sword himself, but directly and violently threw the third Sunlight Spear out.

Until the end, Joseph couldn't believe that he had been killed like this, and he was even more incredulous about the Sunlight Spear that Rosen used than Rosen's feint tactics that saw through his flaws.

Lawson was also glad that this Sunlight Spear did not have an additional damage bonus to the undead, except for the initial burning sensation, the latter two shots had almost no side effects, and it was quite easy to use.

The heat evaporated nearly all the blood in the hall, and even the remains of the priests and synths were roasted a deep black.

That wriggling mass of flesh was none other than Joseph, or the remains of a monster that had once been Joseph.

Rosen swung his sword slowly, and the red flames ignited, burning the lump of flesh, and you could see Joseph's mutilated body in it, and his lower body seemed to be supported by machinery, which couldn't help but remind Rosen of Elandall.

It seems that the Templar is really keen on human body modification.

Putting away the Griffith Holy Bell, Lawson thought to himself that most of the hole cards had been used up this time, and if he encountered any powerful enemies in the future, then he could only fight the last old book.

His mental power was released, and the perception that had been converging before because of the appearance of a strong enemy was all mobilized at this moment, and the whole person was like a living radar, searching for every grass and tree in the Great Holy Hall of Byron Weis.

Rosen soon spotted the familiar aura of Irandall.

It was in the tower directly above, with no other people nearby, apparently imprisoned there.

It's just that, in Rosen's perception, Irandall's breath is quite weak, but it doesn't look like he behaves after being seriously injured, in Rosen's words, it's like losing the breath of life.

You have to act quickly.

Joseph's corpse was of little use, and Rosen stepped over his corpse and climbed up the spiral staircase, encountering no monsters or priests who stood in his way.

"Is it a trap?"

Thinking of the simplest of routines, Lawson confined his perception to the surrounding digital range, carefully searching for all possible ambushes and traps, but soon, he realized that he was overthinking.

Nothing, whether it's a hidden enemy, a deadly trap, or a sneak attack in the shadows, is non-existent.

Walking up the stairs, he pushed open the half-covered door.

Then, Rosen meets Erandall, who is tied to a chair.

To be honest, in his last life, Rosen had appreciated some training videos that could only be understood through some indescribable ways, but this was the first time he had actually seen someone who was "broken".

Miss Nun, who was originally cold and indifferent, was now blinded and couldn't find focus, and the whole person sat down on the chair, if it wasn't for the rope binding, I am afraid that she would have slipped to the ground.

Looks like a major blow?

Rosen was a little strange, it stands to reason that Randall had known about Bishop Edgar's betrayal of the Templar and would not behave like this, so what was the reason why she was like this?

After thinking about it, Rosen could only come to the conclusion that it had to do with Pahaibel, after all, this nun was not so cold in front of the young man.

Anyway, we have to confirm the specific situation first, and Lawson was about to take a step, but found that there was something strange on the ground around Erandall.

"It's ...... Circle?"

The intricate circle drawn in bright red blood was full of obscure ancient runes, and Irandall's position was right in the center of the circle.

This reminded Rosen of some kind of evil sacrificial ritual, offering a pure maiden to an evil god in exchange for power, which was in line with his impression of the cultist.

And what was in Randell's chest made Rosen confirm such a speculation.

It was the golden crystal that Lawson had ever seen, and unlike before, it was spinning at high speed and emitting a shimmering light, and it seemed to resonate with some kind of underworldly being.

It seemed that the golden crystal was very important to the ritual, and Rosen thought that if he took Erandall away or destroyed it altogether, it might cause some interference to the cultists' plans.

Rosen didn't have the idea of pity, on the one hand, in the current situation, with the incapacitated Randall is undoubtedly a burden, on the other hand, if sacrificing himself can inflict heavy damage on the cultists, this jealous and hateful Randall should also choose to do so.

However, Lawson felt that the golden crystal seemed to contain far more power than it showed, and he was afraid that he would suffer if he did it rashly, so he still took rescuing Elandall as his first consideration.

After all, this nun still owes herself a request, and she can't just let her escape.

Lawson suddenly came back to his senses, and found that he was seriously considering whether or not to kill Erandall, and there seemed to be a ripple in the undead's indifferent heart.

"Anyway, let's try it first. ”

He shook his head, tossing aside any thoughts that might come his way, and stepped forward into the tower hall.

Everything was as always, and there was no magic mechanism that Rosen imagined to trigger, he walked quickly to Erandall's side, first called twice, and when he saw that the other party did not respond, he took out a short knife and cut the rope, and reached out to pick up the nun.

But at this moment, the entire circle glowed with a strange red light, enveloping Lawson and Irandall in it.

"Sure enough, there is a fraud!"

Rosen hurriedly hugged Randall in the posture of a princess, the nun was frighteningly light, not at all as heavy as her outward steel body.

Just as he was about to retreat immediately, Rosen suddenly felt the scenery around him slow down, and then, a white mist enveloped him and Irandall.

"What's the situation?"

There was no attack, and there seemed to be no trace of his own power, and when Rosen was still hesitating, he found that the Erandall in his arms had disappeared without knowing when.

What exactly is this unfolding?

Lawson looked around, and the thick white fog was gradually dissipating.

Eventually, as if a breeze was blowing, the surrounding scenery became clearer.

But this made Rosen even more puzzled.

Because what he saw was neither the strange blood circle in the tower hall, nor the Great Church of Byron Weiss full of twisted monsters, or even any place in his memory.

Santa Ophelia Orphanage.

On the plaque of the gate in front of Rosen, the words are written like this.