The shaman of the Moorish Church induces the black cross in the dome, and everyone in the rotunda is covered by the spirit class indiscriminate range ultimate, except for the priest on the altar and the paladin Ariana, everyone else seems to have lost their basic mobility.

But Charles certainly didn't belong to these "others", and he had just had those cruel howls, cruel evils, and depraved temptations in his mind, and the two-dimensional young lady in a hot pants, vest, sneakers, and a high ponytail and nunchucks appeared.

Those seemingly incomparably powerful evil consciousness has no resistance to the sights and things of the other world, and after the two-dimensional little sister's stretching exercise of "hey, hey, haha", all the bad things were shattered, and only the beautiful memories of the two-dimensional young lady were left in Charles's consciousness, and the rest all disappeared.

At this time, Charles had two choices, the first was to escape on his own, there were two secret doors in the circular hall, and he could escape from this dangerous area in a few seconds with his agile body, the shaman on the altar had obviously been blessed by external forces, in fact, his combat strength had surpassed Ariana's seventh-rank devotional knight, and Charles was not sure of defeating him.

But when Ariana burst out all the spiritual power in her body, turned herself into a ball of bright light, and rushed to the "Night Guard" without hesitation, Charles was ashamed to move back to his hesitant steps and carefully considered the feasibility of the second option.

Charles gently activated the assassin talent in his body, and the metallic gray spiritual power vortex swirled gently, and the spiritual power molecules within a few meters around him immediately reacted.

This is Charles's latest discovery, his vortex can not only control the gray spiritual power molecules within a radius of 100 meters, but also assimilate and control the black spiritual power molecules.

"Why do I have control over the things of the Night Church....... What the hell am I?" Charles asked himself, a little distressed.

When Ariana failed and fell to the ground, and the spiritual power in her body was about to be wiped out, but she was still stubbornly touching her sword, Charles finally stopped thinking about it, and used the hidden talent of the hunter to hide all her transcendent aura, disguised herself as an insignificant little bug, and sarcastically mocked the red man on the altar in an extremely frivolous tone, "Your twitter is really small".

Any male animal cares about his size, and Charr's actions are no less than a slap in the face of the Moorish priest, and he has successfully deflected the other party's hatred and turned himself into the next target of the shaman.

The shaman's arm reached out, and Charles felt a strong force grab him, and flew with him.

"Stupid little bug, what is the power that gives you the courage to provoke me?"

The priest of the Moorish church looked at the Charles who was flying closer and closer, and angrily opened his fangs, ready to give him a neck piercing and drainage operation.

The sword in Charles' hand had already fallen, and his arms seemed to be waving indiscriminately, but in fact he was ready to touch under the cloak at any moment.

There is a pair of "Dancing Blades" given by Her Majesty the Queen.

Any supernatural weapon with a name is not ordinary, and breaking through the top-of-the-line forged chain mail is not a problem at all, and Charles decides to try to see if he can deal with the shaman in front of him who is extremely powerful in curse and has a suspected weak melee ability.

Of course, even if he misses, it's nothing, and now Charles wears a night mask on his face, which can attract Her Majesty's attention at any time, and the possibility of death is very small.

If Charles summons "Her Majesty" directly, maybe the matter will be solved very easily, but Charles doesn't want to rely on "her" for everything, because all the gifts and help of "her" have a price, although "she" just likes to search her mind for knowledge of the other world that interests her, but when all her memories are known to her........ What will happen?

Dependents who have no use value....... Or is it still "her" darling?

"Don't ...... Come here!"

Ariana, who fell to the ground, tried in vain to stand up, but she couldn't exert half of her strength, so she could only gently dissuade Charr in despair.

Charles finally approached the center of the altar, the man's hair was clearly visible, and Charles was straightened up and dressed as a salted fish, while squinting his eyes for the fatal parts of his body, quietly waiting for the moment of outburst.

"Little bug, let me see what you have in your special smell....... Huh?"

The smiling shaman was suddenly a little stunned, because when Charles passed through the translucent "Night Guard", there was no energy disturbance.

"I didn't ....... You are ......."

The shaman's eyes widened as he looked at Charles, and his brain, which had been slow to react due to the "indiscriminate depraved spirit attack", felt extremely strange, and did not understand why Charles had passed through the "Night Guard" so smoothly.

You must know that even the members of the Moorish Church need their own shaman to open the ban when they pass through the night guard, and it takes some spiritual power to let him pass, but now Charles seems to be ...... He walked through himself, not dragged him by himself.

Charles was unaware of this, but the shaman's momentary stunned mind was keenly grasped by him, and he immediately moved, looking at his illusory figure as if it had been imprisoned and captured.

"Zheng!"

Two delicate short blades swung out from under Charr's cloak, only to reveal their form for a split second, and then disappeared eerily.

"Night Illusion!"

As a shaman, the Chiluo man's perception was still very keen, and although the temptation of depravity in his brain affected his physical reactions, he still activated the escape skill with the help of the power of the Black Cross at the critical moment.

The figure of the man in the center of the altar quickly faded, and in a corner of the circular hall there was a vague shadow consolidating, and it looked like the priest in the center of the altar.

Charles's hands continued to stab firmly, and a pair of Dark Dance Blades pierced into the shadows that were about to fade away, and the feeling of the blades entering the body was clearly transmitted to Charles's hands.

"Whew!"

The screams of the shaman came from the corner of the main hall, and Charles turned his head to see two deep intersecting scratches on his chest, and a white bone stubble exposed.

"This can't be, how can you have an artifact...... Who the hell are you?"

The shaman, who had looked at Charles with contempt just now, was terrified, he obviously felt that he had escaped from the altar, but the two unknown short blades seemed to chase after him strangely, and stabbed him in the chest, almost cutting his heart.

Charles didn't speak, he lowered his body and took out two bottles of perfect-level healing and recovery potion, pulled out the bottles and poured them into the mouth of Ariana, who was looking at him in a daze.

Charles didn't stop long, jumping off the altar and chasing after the wounded priest.

"Night Thorns!"

The shaman gritted his teeth and chanted a spell, and a large field of sharp thorns appeared out of thin air, enveloping the charr who rushed towards him.

Charles didn't take a detour, didn't slow down, just rushed straight over, and the next moment it seemed as if he was about to be torn apart by sharp thorns.

But something horrified the shaman happened again, and Charles's figure passed through the thorns without hindrance, and the thorns formed by the abundant black spiritual power did not work for him at all, as if he had just waded through a large field of illusory projections.

"Night Golem!"

The shaman chanted aloud in horror, and a black golem five meters tall appeared in front of Shire, and the large stick in his hand was rounded and smashed down.

Charles was still a little afraid of the five-meter-tall giant, but as he used the third talent vortex in his body, all the black spiritual power elements around him suddenly changed their flags, and with his will, they jumped happily and turned into nothingness.

"It can't be..... It can't be ......."

The shaman of Chiluo was already in a rut, and Charles's behavior at this time was only recorded in the most secret texts of the Moorish Church, but how could he be with the people of the Dawn Church?

Charles rushed in front of the shaman, swung his blades and slashed at his neck.

"Dawn Blessing!"

A soft, limp voice rang out, and a faint morning light fell from the sky and fell on Charles.

"Basilent, you're dead, you're really dead......."

Charles is going crazy, "Dawn Blessing" is a blessing for Light Believers, but it is a severe punishment for Night Cultists, just now Barencer blessed everyone with Dawn Blessing, but did not give it to himself, at this moment Barencer suddenly gave himself a look, is this a conscience discovery? Is this a good intention?

This is TM naked.naked.naked suspicion.

Sun thief, you wait and see!