The priest of the neutral camp can choose to have either the art of praise or blasphemy in the church, or neither, depending on the empirical judgment of the local celebrator, or the corresponding deity based on the neutral camp's weak bias towards good and evil.

The god of war Wall's camp is absolutely neutral, he does not reject evil believers, but subconsciously expects evil believers who follow him to overcome their own evil, just like an indomitable fighter who dares to fight hard under the crush of the wheel of fate, this neutral and slightly good nature makes his priest inclined to set up praise art in the church that serves him.

The blasphemy arranged in the depths of the bone cave at the foot of the South Mountain of the Copper Crown Mine is beneficial to the undead of the evil camp, and the praise art here is beneficial to the living of the good camp, and the weakening effect of suppressing evil is naturally applicable to the demonic creatures of chaos and evil.

In short, the more or less tranquil place is probably suitable as a new sanctuary to move more refugees into the city.

But will the process be a little too smooth?

After the initial escape in front of the Barlow Flame Demon, and after several fierce battles, even though the young man knew that the essence of this operation was just an exploration to find a new shelter, the large contrast between the front and back still made him feel a little unreal.

But it's good to go well...... If it doesn't go well, that's a bad thing.

Urs raised his left hand and rubbed the temple on the side of his head, saying that his unthinking brain was really thinking more and more, as if he had been a little suspicious of everything he had been looking at lately.

Maybe you're a little tired? Maybe.

Thinking about it, he exhaled and planned to step forward to follow the three people in front of him.

Thea still walked beside him, her fluffy wolf ears trembling slightly in her pale silver hair, and then she stood up like an electric shock, her amber eyes widening in her sockets.

"Wait, Urs—"

"Thea?" The young man was stunned, stopped, and tilted his head to look at the girl.

Thea didn't know what was wrong with her, but some dangerous instinct made her subconsciously scream, and the gaze in her eyes was unclear, and she involuntarily lifted up to the top of the church, landing on a beam just below the dome that was above the head of the halfling thief.

There's obviously nothing there...... But she felt an abrupt sense of unease.

Sawyer Boots himself froze suddenly. The soft concerto suddenly inserted an untimely noise, and that incongruous weirdness was inadvertently "caught" by him for the second time.

The same hallucination, he didn't believe it would appear to him twice in such a short period of time!

"Wait, guys!" Immediately, he spoke again, and the muscles of his body tensed like a fried cat.

And this time he didn't put an "empty whistle" again.

The halfling shouted as he raised his head, the beam above his head revealing the silhouette of a human figure in a distorted cloud of air.

The man had a body shape similar to that of a normal human, and the gray cloak covered his body and face like a robe, and then fell straight down from the beam towards the small thief leader of the Shaving Blade Adventure Group, and a curved scabbard appeared on the waist under the gray cloak, with a "poof" sound - pulling out a line of slender sharpness!

Sawyer's eyes widened, it was an unsheathed katana—

"Be careful!"

The old knight Brian reacted in time, and the steel shield of the deputy hurried over to help him block it, and the arc of the blade in the hand of the "Gray Cloak" also fell from above, and with the help of the inertia of falling, he struck the shield that the former wore on the forearm of his left hand.

Brian's shield has a slight enchantment of +1 level, and is reliable enough against normal slash attacks - however, the situation at the moment is clearly nothing to do with the so-called "normal".

The weapon in the hand of the "Gray Cloak" outlines an arc-like streamline, and the katana born in the Far East falls neatly in front of everyone's eyes, and the slender and slightly curved blade does not look like a violent offensive method, but it seems to have some special power, and it actually splits the medium-sized steel shield that Brian lifted in two.

"Hmm——!" The old knight gritted his teeth and snorted, his strong will kept him from screaming, but the sensation from the front half of his left arm disappeared under the light of the sword.

Then the cold arc blade fell completely as the "Gray Cloak" crouched to the ground, and Sawyer Boots' reflexive dodge allowed him to save the head on his neck that had lost a few hairs at this critical moment of life and death, and he saw the old knight's shield-tied left hand split in two like his medium-sized steel shield in the next second.

Blood was delayed for a moment, and then gushed out—

"Brian!" The halfling thief screamed, and his grief and anger immediately turned to the attacker in front of him, "You bastard! ”

Before the words fell, the dagger in his hand stabbed forward with a precursor to a return fire.

At the same moment, the figures of Eddie, Urs, and Stonefist also came out from both sides of the halfling and the old knight.

Eddie, the captain of the guards, walked with Sawyer and Brian, the closest to the "Gray Cloak" at this moment, and the emergency awareness he had developed after years of mercenary career made him not think much about it at all, and as soon as his brain reacted, the halberd in his hand almost swept towards the other party with a conditional launch.

Urs and Stonefist are fast enough. Both the barbarian and the warrior monk have the trait of fast-moving professions, and the black-haired young man didn't say a word, and immediately took turns to slash at the black giant sword in his hand at this guy who dared to sneak up on everyone alone. The half-orc warrior monk took a detour for half a second, went around to the position behind the opponent's side, and suddenly stopped his steps, and the heavy punch wearing the electric claw fist gloves blocked the potential retreat route of the "gray cloak" and struck violently.

The three of them's bags, plus the dagger in Sawyer's hand that was also stabbing forward—

The "Gray Cloak" crouched with his sword in his hand, his calm gaze raised like a silent lake, and the katana in his hand immediately made a decisive choice, turning the target to attack the captain of the guard on his right.

His movements were astonishingly fast—Urs, Stonefist, and Sawyer all saw his body shake for a moment, and the shadows of man and knife were in front of Eddie, causing the swords and daggers of the young brute, orc monk, and halfling thief to all go into the air, and the heavy greatsword "clanged" the church floor and smashed several icy turtle lines into the church floor.

A deafening sound –

Eddie gasped as he saw up close that the unusually agile attacker was approaching this way in such a small range of motion, leaping lightly and stomping on the halberd that he had swept at him.

"Damn it!" The captain of the guard knew something was wrong.

His heart beat faster, his breathing became rapid, and he hurriedly pulled the halberd back, and his steps retreated, trying to raise his weapon as quickly as possible for a parrying stance.

Cold sweat slid down the corners of his wheat-colored forehead.

"Too slow, guard." The attacker in the gray cloak spoke coldly to him from a distance almost face-to-face, and the katana in his hand then twisted his wrist forward.

This attack didn't require much force at all, and the extremely sharp arc blade easily slice the Kasha man's throat......