After hiding the corpse, Lancet and the female mage did not enter the hall of the temple church directly, they went up the stairs on the side of the foyer to the second floor, and when a black-robed believer on patrol passed the corner of the stairs, he was dragged by Lancet to cover his mouth and directly twisted his neck. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the two of them eliminated another guard, the entire corridor on the second floor was finally safe.

Randster stood by the railing, with an unobstructed view of the hall on the first floor.

The number of believers in the Horn of Dread is small, and it seems that this is not their hiding place.

The two statues of the goddess of life on opposite sides of the hall were badly damaged, one with its entire head shattered to pieces, and the other was covered with human entrails and blood.

These cultists desecrated the idol of the goddess of life, preventing Mara's divine power from being unleashed.

On the side of the idol, a disemboweled, corpse lay there, judging by his attire, which should be the priest of the temple here.

Ranster looked around the first floor and saw that there were probably more than nine believers here, and he groaned a little and opened the long-lost attribute panel.

The experience points below had already been accumulated, and at this time, he did not hesitate to upgrade and raise the level to level three.

He hesitated a little about how to choose a new encounter spell, and considering the dangers he might encounter in the future, Lancet finally clicked on Double Thunder Slash. Double Slash can attack one person and then quickly flash to another enemy to perform another attack.

The entrance to the catacombs should be in one of the rooms on either side of this hall, and with so many cultists, it was impossible to find that room without being alarmed.

Then we have to take advantage of the fact that we still have the initiative and establish a combat advantage for ourselves as soon as possible.

"Are you ready?" Lancet's left hand slashed across the blade, and a green flame ignited from the sword.

The mage didn't speak, and the magical element that had accumulated on the tip of her wand took her place as she answered.

Lancet pointed to the few black-robed believers moving in the hall and said to Moria, "Try to solve it as quickly as possible, and pay attention to your own safety." ”

"You'd better worry about yourself." The female mage smiled confidently, these non-professionals still didn't pay attention to themselves.

"Very well, then let's go down." Lenster threw his arms around the mage's waist as she watched her next in astonishment, and leaped down from the railing on the second floor.

A cultist in the hall heard the scream of a woman overhead, he subconsciously raised his head, but was trampled on his head by the jumping down Ranster, and there was a crisp "click" sound directly from his neck, and his head hung on his body limply.

Sensing that there was an enemy invasion, the black-robed believers picked up their weapons and ran towards this side, and Lanster put down the female mage in her arms, and pillars of golden flame light began to erupt from her hands.

Lancet, on his side, was not idle, and the magic sword in his hand that glowed with the green light of death took away an evil life with every swing.

The door to the left side of the hall opened, and two crimson acolytes in dark red cloaks slashed at Leanster with their scythes in their hands.

The five Crimson Acolytes couldn't tell what to do with these two, and how could just two be Lancet's opponents.

Just as the two mid-level believers were about to approach Lancet, he unleashed the Twin Thunder Slash.

The sharp blade mixed with the sound of the wind slashed towards a crimson acolyte in front of him, slicing off his head before the other could make a chance to resist. The other took the opportunity to slash at Ranster's back.

The Demon Hunter didn't let him succeed, and his body quickly disappeared in place, appearing behind the crimson acolyte, another blood splatter, and the second head rolled to the ground with the slash of the magic sword.

Lancet wiped his sword from the corpse's dark red cloak, and the two men began to examine the rest of the rooms on either side of the hall one by one.

The hall of the church had apparently been cleared by the cultists, and anything of value had disappeared. Lancet had checked all the rooms on one side, and there were no enemies, no prisoners, no traps or secret chambers.

"Ed, what did you find?" He asked, telepathically calling out to his pet.

"I'm guarding the door at your behest right now, what do you think I'll find?" Raven grumbled, apparently dissatisfied with the work his master had given him.

"Your task is important, if someone is going out, or someone outside the door is coming in, remember to let me know as soon as possible." Lancet reprimanded the reluctant pet again, and then walked in the direction of Moria.

Seeing the witcher coming towards her, the female mage knew that nothing seemed to be on his side.

"Nothing?" She asked anyway.

Ranster shrugged his shoulders and drew his sword and headed towards the mage's room.

Soon, the rooms on this side were also inspected. In the last room, they finally found a deep staircase leading to the catacombs.

Aside from the staircase found, the room had apparently been converted into a storage room by the cultists of the Horn of Dread.

Sacks of grain, meat, and other food were piled up in the corner of the room, and rows of cabinets on the other side were stocked with "parts."

Eyeballs, tongues, and some messy internal organs are neatly arranged in the cabinet, giving Lenster the feeling of visiting a specimen.

He frowned and was about to reach for the handle of the lower half of the cabinet when a nervous breath reached the witcher's ears.

Although the voice is small, it can't escape the senses of the witcher. He quickly picked up his weapon and stabbed it into the wooden cabinet, then heard a scream of terror coming from inside.

Then a petite figure slammed open the cabinet door, screaming and running out of the room towards the door.

Lancet didn't chase after him, he withdrew his sword behind his back, opened his mouth and hid in the shadows, keeping an eye on the ravens at the door.

"Ed."

Before the witcher could finish his voice, a pitch-black shadow had already swooped down on top of the man's head. Tearing at the man's hair with his claws.

"Please, be killed...... Please! The man curled up on the floor, powerless to dodge the raven's claws, wailed, begging for Lancet's forgiveness.

He told Ed to stop his attack, and when the other man cowered and showed his face, he realized that she was a girl.

"Are you ......," Ranster asked, a little confused.

"Please don't kill me, sir...... I...... I'm Erica Roman, and my father is rich......" The girl scrambled over and grabbed the witcher's boots, a begging look in her eyes.