A place of thorns.

In the darkness, a white light emerged.

In the originally dark space, a white light suddenly appeared, and the white light containing the divine factor floated out from all around, illuminating the entire small space, and fell on Ryan, who was sitting in the center.

Outside, the guard in charge of guarding the place of thorns turned his head.

"What's going on"

There was surprise in his eyes, in the dantian, the fighting spirit rotated rapidly, his right hand was placed on the hilt of the stabbing sword, the sword body popped out of the sheath, flashing three inches of cold light, he looked nervously at the place of thorns, and put on a fighting posture under his feet.

In his sight, the thorny place, which originally seemed to be no different from an ordinary thatched hut, was shining brightly at this moment.

The divine aura made him almost fall to his knees, and the situation in front of him reminded him of the past when he went to worship in the church as a child, when the holy light came from the sky, and he burst into tears before he knew it.

Guards are often commissioned by the Templar to participate in various missions and receive a pay, but this is the first time they are tasked with guarding the Thorn Place.

He didn't know why it had changed, and there was no way to deal with it.

He opened his mouth wide to give a loud warning.

At this time, suddenly, the white light dissipated.

The white light stayed in this real world for a short moment, as if what he had seen before was just an illusion.

The guard wiped his eyes.

What to do

He inserted his bayonet back into the scabbard, turned and walked towards the center of the camp, not knowing how to solve it, so he escalated the matter and handed it over to those who had the power to make a decision, the choice was very simple.

After taking a few steps, he frowned.

In front of him, the camp was a little chaotic, with people hurrying back and forth from time to time, and the voices of people were a little noisy, as if something had happened, otherwise, it would never be like this.

You know, the camp of the Templar has always been quiet, and the clergy speak mostly softly, even if the pace is hurried, the footsteps are very low, and the expressions on their faces are either kind and gentle, or serious and holy.

It will never be the way it is now

A black-clothed priest walked out from behind the tent in front of the knight, with an anxious expression on his face, and it was clear that the knight was not far in front of him, only seven or eight steps away, but he turned a blind eye.

After a moment's hesitation, the knight called out to the priest.

"Hello, Father Brad"

The knights come from the outside world, equivalent to the mercenaries of the Templars, they all have priests who follow regularly, and the priests also like to recruit people they are familiar with, so that there is a tacit understanding of cooperation, and they know each other well, and there is no run-in and distrust.

The man this knight followed was this black priest named Brad.

He had followed Father Brad on several missions, and he had done a good job, although it was dangerous, but it was also within his reach, and this time, he was assigned by Father Brad to take care of the Thorn Quarters, which was a simple and non-dangerous task.

"Brother Peter, what's the matter?"

Hearing the knight's shout, Father Brad looked at him.

At first, his gaze was a little dazed, but after a while, his eyes were focused, and he recognized the knight, and then, with a grin, he nodded to the knight.

Peter pursed his lips, trying to organize his language before he spoke.

Just as he was about to speak, Father Brad waved his hand at him and said anxiously.

"Brother Peter, tell me quickly, if it's not urgent, you'll come back to me later."

The words fell, and he took another step and quickly left.

Looking at the back of Brad as he quickly left, Peter opened his mouth and did not call out to the other party.

Since the other party is in a hurry, and the mutation on the side of the Thorn Spot has ended, it is okay to wait for the other party to be free, but I don't know if what happened in the camp has anything to do with the mutation.

With a sigh, Peter turned to return to his post.

A knight appeared in his field of vision and hurried over from there, this guy and he were members of a small team, they had known each other for more than ten years, and they had been companions for several years.

"John"

Peter called out to the guy.

"What happened"

The knight named John glanced at Peter, he stopped, opened his mouth to say something, before he could speak, he turned around and looked to the right and left, hesitated, he trotted towards Peter, and lowered his voice in his ear.

"Something Wrong"

"What's the big deal?"

"The passage to the Realm is closed, we can't get in"

"What"

Peter couldn't help but open his mouth, looking a little stupid.

"I heard"

John whispered in his ear, with a sneaky expression.

"The two red-robed adults are folded inside"

"Ahh

Peter frowned.

"How is that possible?"

"Otherwise, how could the camp be so chaotic, everyone doesn't know what to do, everyone has everyone's ideas, and there are endless quarrels, you see, no one can call the shots, you can only wait for the reinforcements to arrive"

In the place of thorns, Ryan opened his eyes in the darkness.

In fact, at the moment when Baiguang was sheng, he happened to return.

When he was stuck in the void crack, the mysterious existence happened to open his eyes in the void, just the corner of his eye, his soul was almost torn apart, at this time, the golden book burned energy, and a golden light wrapped Ryan's soul, covering the vision of that existence, so that he could get out of that space.

After that, what happens between the Tower of Babel and that mysterious being

What will happen

Ryan didn't know anything.

He also had no curiosity.

Being able to get out smoothly is the best outcome.

"Poof"

Ryan only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his whole face was as pale as a white paper, without any blood, and his head ached, like someone stirring vigorously with a steel drill.

It wasn't until he spit out this mouthful of blood that he felt better.

He stood up and gave him a gentle push.

Originally, there was no way to open this place of thorns from the inside, on the surface, it was a simple hut, but in fact, because of the existence of the divine will, only people from the outside could open it.

However, Ryan gave it a gentle push.

The whole place of thorns was torn apart, and the sun shrouded him like water.

Ryan raised his hand, covering it in front of him, his eyes squinting, and it took a while for him to return to normal.

He took a step forward, his legs were weak, he staggered a few steps, almost fell, and hurriedly held on to the big tree on one side, he couldn't help it, he took a deep breath, and waited until the clear air in the mountains and forests inhaled his heart and lungs, and his strength was restored.

alive

That's when he was sure he had survived.

Although, having lost that spatial positioning, he could no longer go to that killing space to absorb energy, as long as he was alive, he was already satisfied

I am alive and have solved the natural disaster, is there any dissatisfaction?