The frenzied wind accumulated on the walls of the door, pushing it against the walls on either side, shaking the entire church.

The dimly lit hall was instantly bright, the rows of seats on the left and right were empty, and at the end of the red carpet, the elderly priest looked up at the statue in front of him, unmoved.

"Young man, you are very angry, is there anything you have to do here?"

The priest didn't look back, but said slowly.

He walked in and went through the chapel until some time later, when he looked at the priest.

"The woman in black, where is she?"

The priest turned around, and his appearance was no different from that of an ordinary old man, with wrinkled skin, gray eyebrows, and black clothes, but he was more energetic.

He looked at Garon and said.

"There are a lot of people coming to church every day, and my memory is not as good as it used to be, and I really don't know who you're looking for."

Garon clenched his fists,

He doesn't know what it feels like for ordinary people to enter this church and see the priest.

But in his eyes, this place, this old man only left a trace on his vision.

As for the other senses, there is no awareness of this space, this old man.

It was as if he was standing in a clearing, speaking into the air, making him unspeakably uncomfortable.

"It seems that you are ...... kind",

Garon narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he understood why Pandora had come to this place for refuge.

A beam of light blasted straight out, and the fierce wind pressure tore through the scarlet carpet, and headed towards the priest with a sharp roar.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, straightened his arms, raised his palms, and pushed forward.

The Lightspeed Fist seemed to have hit more than a dozen layers of invisible obstacles, slowing down one by one, until it finally hit the distance of half a meter in front of the old man, there was only a little fluorescence left.

"Very powerful fist," said the old man, looking at Garon again, "very impulsive man." ”

"I don't think you'll be comfortable telling me what you want to know, so I'm going to have to use some drastic measures."

Garon half-raised his arms and clasped his fingers together.

Now he is like facing a bottomless black hole, and there is no other way to estimate the depth of the other party except to try it himself.

The web-like rays of light covered the priest's field of vision, but he was only slightly stunned before he stretched out his hand, suppressing all the attacks outside the dozen or so mirror barriers.

But then, his complacent defenses erupted.

Compared to the insignificant human body, more than a dozen giant planets collided together, and the man who escaped from the light of destruction was wrapped in the blue starlight and smashed all the way through the obstruction of the mirror, and rushed straight forward.

"You look so good, so I'm not going to keep my hands."

In a short moment, Garon approached the priest, and the punch that broke countless defenses almost touched the palm of the opponent's palm.

But until then, a hexagonal mirror half a meter wide held the last distance.

Although it seemed that it would crack and shatter in the next second, the tiny defensive barrier was constantly absorbing Garon's power.

The priest sighed, and his eyes, which had been somewhat cloudy, became enlightened.

"Young people always don't listen to advice, and that's why the elderly have the value of existence."

The blue star on the surface of Garon's fist was exhausted, but the hexagonal mirror slowly overflowed with a halo, like gunpowder that had reached a critical point, diffusing an aura of danger and unease.

Not good!

The half-meter-thick beam of light energy is far superior to the bombardment of artillery, and the floor tiles are reversed, sweeping away all obstacles!

A few minutes later, the roaring energy wore off, the smoke and dust gradually landed, and the priest was in front of him a ruined road.

"Your anger is not enough to sustain you to victory, because you have no consciousness as a warrior.

A man who wants to live a stable life can't fight, young man. ”

The priest raised his arms, the tiny rubble reassembled into a smooth floor, the red filaments woven into a scarlet carpet, and the thick walls of the Restoration City, the remains of the wood, were tightly closed, keeping the bloodied men out.

"It's a shame you're in the right place at the wrong time...... It's just a little bit off. ”

Garon was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the ground with one hand to stabilize his trembling body, blood stains left along the corners of his mouth, and gathered on the ground into a small pool of red pools.

The dull pain in his chest did not subside with time, but became more and more intense, and he finally could not bear it anymore, and spat out a canopy of blood mist, leaving a frightening trace outside the church.

Garon raised his face and wiped the blood from his mouth, leaving a palpitation and unwillingness in his eyes.

- At night, the man who returned to the mountains covered his face with a towel and lay quietly in the hot spring.

After washing the blood stains on his body, he still had no intention of getting up, and his body and mind were very tired.

How long has it been since this injury?

Is Dees still alive? If so, where is he?

What secrets does Pandora have, and ...... Who is that priest?

There were too many questions, but no clue, and when he was almost about to fall asleep, a slender arm removed the obstruction from his eyelids and woke him up.

"Still not sleeping so late?"

Garon smiled at the woman, rarely ...... When I saw her again, my heart calmed down a little.

"Looks like you're not having a good day."

Wrapped in a white bath towel, Hiluda stood by the stone wall he leaned on,

"Well, it's a bit of a problem." Garon said lightly.

"The **** wound quietly in a no-man's corner is really in line with your style." Syruda sat down, her white feet reaching into the hot springs, occasionally bumping against Garon's arm.

"You can't make me really cry, can you?" Garon laughed at himself, but his mood was down.

He wasn't so pessimistic, he just couldn't think of a solution for the time being.

"Can't it stop here?" Hiluda asked, tilting her head.

"No, at least not yet."

"When that's over, can we go back to our old lives?"

Hyruda muttered, as if asking Garon.

The woman, who had been speechless for a long time and had not received a response, shook Garon's arm rather dissatisfied.

"Let's settle this matter first, I also want to live in peace."

Garon replied helplessly,

Unfortunately, things look like they're getting more and more troublesome.

The last words, he never said.

"I don't know exactly what happened today, but you're hurt."

Hiluda covered her smile and leaned forward, her body falling into the hot spring.

"It's almost healed if it's hurt." Garon shrugged, revealing the scabbed wound on his arm.

"No, not here." Hyluda leaned over, shook her head, and poked a finger into Garon's chest. "There is a gap in the original strong place, so it is dangerous to continue fighting like this."

The smooth and delicate skin was close, and Garon could feel a pair of plump squeezes on his chest, and the tip of his nose was full of the alluring body fragrance.

The long silver hair was on his shoulders, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked by the sweet lips.

"Need some comfort, warrior?"

In the swaying water, white bath towels floated, gradually obscuring the shadows of the two.