The old man's prayer was over. As he crossed his chest and said "Amen," the knights seemed to feel a warm current passing by them.

It's faint, but it's real.

The old man turned and looked at the knights. In the bright light of the fire illuminated the old man's old and withered face.

He was very old, and the skin on his face was wrinkled, but his eyes were bright.

The years of darkness in the dungeon didn't seem to dim his eyes, and his verdant pupils were as bright as the most crystalline emeralds.

When he saw Gerald, he smiled kindly.

He turned and pointed in one direction, then walked into the darkness and sat down on a polished floor, silent.

It was the only clean and smooth ground in the entire dungeon, and it was the traces of the old man sitting for many years.

"The only thing the old man likes to do is to recite religious scriptures silently. Because there is no light, he can't read, and there is no fire to burn for a long time, because it is usually completely closed, and the flame burns so that people can't breathe, so the old man lives in the dark for many years. What he meant was for us to go get the keys ourselves and not bother him. Let's go. Gerard walked in the direction the old man pointed.

The knights bowed heartily to the old man's back.

After walking a few dozen meters in the direction pointed by the old man, they saw a stone wall. On the edge of the stone wall, there are many small hooks, and the top is full of keys.

Gerald shone his torch for a moment, removed a key from a hook, walked to the stone wall, and inserted the key into a crack in the door.

Without seeing him move, a crack suddenly opened in the stone wall, opening a hidden stone door with a rumbling sound and the grinding of stones.

Gerald poked the torch inside, lighting the way.

Behind the door is a long circular staircase that extends downward, the staircase is very narrow and there is no guardrail, but there is a huge space gap in the middle.

A Valkyrie followed Gerald inside, and when she looked down, there was nothing but darkness.

They walked all the way down the cloister, I don't know how long.

The corridor is long, long, and it seems to never end.

They went all the way down, all the way down, all the way to the deepest part of the earth.

The entrance overhead had disappeared into darkness, and it was as if they were walking at the entrance to hell.

It's been a long time, and the knights' spirits are in a state of extreme depression. Staying in the dark for a long time gave them the illusion that they had fallen into hell. This is different from the darkness of the night, which here is oppressive and terrifying.

The wails in my ears were getting clearer and clearer, and I couldn't imagine what kind of thing was making such a sound.

"Sir Gerald, fire! It's firelight! Minai Hills excitedly pointed to a small light in front of him.

He was about to go crazy in the darkness and depression here, not only him, but Gerald's four entourages were actually about the same.

Gerald frowned and glanced at him disapprovingly.

"Let's hurry down, they've been waiting for us for a long time."

They continued to go down, and the further they went, the closer they got to the fire, the stronger and sharper the soul-splitting scream. When they saw the men in the firelight, the terrible sound sounded like someone was blowing a tattered trombone in his ear.

"Plug this in your ears." Gerald said suddenly, calmly.

He took out a few that seemed to have just been kneaded and stretched them out to the knights.

"If you have this thing, don't take it out sooner!" Everyone's hearts were slandering, but none of them were talking.

Carrying torches were dozens of heavily armored knights. They stood silently on either side with torches in hand.

They were guarding a few scruffy men in church robes.

Gerald walked up to one of them with a group of five.

"I've kept you waiting, Lord Rutgers."

"You're too late, Mr. Gerald. The best part you've missed. ”

In such a violently noisy environment, I don't know how these two people managed to talk so freely.

But the knights saw it clearly—there was nothing on their ears.

Almost all of them had something in their ears to block out sounds, and the two men talked as if they didn't exist.

"I'm not interested in what you've done to your precious Honkai beasts, I just want to know something... Can you be responsible for the content of the letter you sent? ”

"Seeing is believing, Mr. Gerald." The scruffy man named Rutgers grinned and stepped into the deep hallway.

On both sides of the corridor are iron fences, and the space in the fence is not small, but it is for humans. For the prisoners inside, it was simply small and terrible.

These prisoners are Honkai beasts captured by Destiny from all over the world. From the most basic small Honkai Beast at the door, to the Breakthrough Grade Honkai Beast, to the deepest large Honkai Beast. The deeper the dungeon, the more dangerous the Honkai Beast becomes, and I even heard that in the deepest part, there are legendary super-large, emperor-level Honkai Beasts and even more secretive existences, which are imprisoned inside.

As for whether it really exists, these two people cannot verify it, because there is no power to enter yet.

The limbs of the Honkai beasts were extremely twisted and pressed against their bodies, and their waists were forced to bend almost in two. They were bound into balls of chains and heavy locks all over their bodies, and their throats hung from the ceiling as if they had been hanged. The ground is only a centimeter away from their feet, but they cannot reach the ground for the rest of their lives.

Because the human world does not allow Honkai beasts to defile! So even if they're in a cage, they're not allowed to touch the ground!

Gerald and Rutgers walked a long distance forward and stopped in front of a cell. Unlike the others, the prisoners here did not have an additional cage to imprison the Honkai, but instead allowed it to lie motionless on the floor.

There was only one pitch-black Honkai beast that looked like it was burnt, and it didn't move at all, as if it was dead.

"Is it really dead?" Gerard had no expression on his face.

"It doesn't respond to any movement from the outside world. The Honkaimon wasn't breathing in the first place, and I can't be sure of it, so I can only tell that it's dead. "Rutgers, I don't understand, what did you do to it in the first place, the fire on its body hasn't been extinguished yet, you just dragged it all the way with sparks and lightning, and you weren't afraid of exposing it - fortunately, you didn't expose it!" Later, we tried our best, and even soaked it in mercury to get its flame to go out..."Rutgers seemed annoyed, but his expression suddenly became ecstatic for a moment, "You know what, Gerald, you did what we haven't done in hundreds of years!" ”

Rutgers strode towards the Honkaimon, grabbing a handful of the mutated bear's fur and saying frantically, "You seem to have succeeded in killing a Honkaimon!" Do you know what that means! Do you know! He didn't wait for Gerald to answer, or maybe he didn't intend for Gerald to answer and said to himself, "No, you don't know!" You don't know what that means! ”

Suddenly, he pulled out a thin but extremely sharp knife from his waist!