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"Why ......," Elliott couldn't help but say.

"Not everyone can have pure faith, and if they want to ensure that they have great power and an unshakable position, then they have to use some special means." Fitnair was not shocked by such a picture, and his voice did not tremble a little, "There is nothing more suitable than the flower of Barlow." ”

Elliott opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. He followed Fitney down until he reached the end of the stairs, where there was another door.

"Be prepared." Fitney paused before stepping through the door and said.

Elliott's mind was so confused that he couldn't nod his head without thinking, and he didn't care if Fitney, who was standing in front, could see his nod - of course, he couldn't be prepared for anything.

So, the moment he walked in, Elliott's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but vomit!

It's hell -

It was a prison, dimly lit and harsh, with a smell different from the choking smell of the flower of Barlow, a mixture of rot and rust, and only two sounds could be heard, one dripping, dripping from the cracks in the ceiling falling to the ground, and ......

Moan.

There are also people in the prison who have wounds of various sizes, second only fatal, which can keep them alive and make them feel extremely painful, but there is not a word to say.

Elliot saw that the wounds that might have been pierced by the chains were slowly soaked with blood slowly soaking the rusty chains, and the wounds that were already crawling and wriggling were rotting wounds - and the faces and eyes of the "prisoners" seemed to have been gouged out.

Elliott wiped the dirt from the corner of her mouth and staggered after Fitney, who was walking in front, not daring to look at anything more.

"They ......"

"Blasphemer."

Fitney's voice made Elliott slightly stunned, because he could feel that in Fitney's voice, those emotions that she had usually hidden gradually surfaced.

Anger, helplessness, sadness, hatred, despair.

To Elliott's surprise, these emotions appeared in Fitney, and for a moment he felt that Fit Nestney had lived with such emotions all along.

"You ......," Elliot couldn't help but say.

"At times like these, it's always ...... Angry and wanting to ruin it all. Fitney's movements paused for a moment before he continued to speak as he restarted, "I have to admit that I am disgusted with all this—these things, these people, all this that is shrouded in darkness. ”

At this time, Fitney's face was pale as a ghost, and his blue-purple eyes seemed to have sunk into darkness, becoming dull and intimidating.

She thought of the dead, the ones who were there for her, but could not be saved.

Occasionally, she would hope to find a way to destroy everything, thus ending the urge to do it all.

Elliott looked at Fitney in a daze, and realized that there was something going on—they had had an argument, but when they met again, she hadn't paid attention to it.

Because the focus was never the same, so that some of the things that people thought needed to care about seemed trivial to her—and Elliott, who was aware of this, also felt that the girl's world was too far away, like ......

Not living in this world at all.

After a brief silence, they came to the deepest part of the prison.

There was a small staircase with a pool at the bottom of the staircase.

There are small stone platforms in the pool that extend out into view.

"The person who is locked up here is ......" Elliot had realized that this was the place where the person he was looking for was, but he didn't know who this person was, "The Pope doesn't worry about people ...... this matter when it is known"

"The person who manipulated this place is not the Pope. The Pope is only a supporter of the faith. "What was the situation in the Kingdom of Luther when you left?" ”

"I don't see any difference from before."

Isn't there any difference......

Fitnair didn't say anything more, she walked forward—there was a faint light here that allowed them to barely see the stone platform.

"Huh?" Elliott made a sound—and after a while, they saw—that at the end there was a large stone platform, and gradually they could see a figure on the stone platform as well.

It was a red-haired woman, tall and thin, who was now lying on the stone platform, the wrist of her right hand being clasped by an iron ring, and a sharp thorn piercing her wrist through the iron ring - the inscription on the iron ring was noticed, which was obviously some kind of alchemical prop used to seal certain abilities.

Fitnair approached the stone platform and came to the woman's side.

"Letta...... Mentor. She crouched down beside the woman, touched her shoulder, and spoke slowly.

Elliott was stunned, he had heard of Letta Uzund, but he didn't expect her to be locked up in this place.

She was also a mentor to Fitney.

Fitnair took a small vial of potion from his pocket and poured it into Letta's mouth.

"Hmm......" Letta woke up quickly, or she had not been "restricted" - she opened her eyes, and when she saw the person in front of her, she blinked, "Phytenay......"

"It's me." Fitney replied, and she lifted the Letta up, "Can the chains be cut directly?" ”

"Ahem...... Ahem...... If you can do it. Letta was still a little weak, her hands had little strength, and she frowned, "What a too much." ”

Fitney glanced at Letta, but didn't ask who "that guy" was.

Elliott also wanted to ask Fitney how she wanted to cut off the bracelet that was used as an alchemy item - Fitney had already stood up, and golden points of light converged on her hand from all sides, gradually forming a sword.

The Sword of Kings transcends magic, and Fitney didn't figure out the "principle", but it's worth being sure.

"Ah...... Is it something like this? Although Letta was still a little confused, she could clearly feel the "presence" of the Sword of Kings.

Fitney was glad that Letta didn't say anything more—she didn't want more people to know about the sword.

Mana is considered the most powerful power, and to destroy the mana-powered bracelet, Fitney uses something that doesn't seem to have anything to do with it.

When!

The bracelet shattered in response.

"That wound ......," Elliot suddenly remembered the thorn that had pierced his wrist.

Letta shook her head, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the fragments of the bracelet, including the sharp thorn, quietly melted.