The tall demon suddenly let out a wail, and it held its head high, clenched its fists, and pointed it into the air, letting out a long, miserable scream.

The top of the castle has been breached!

With the rain of masonry like slag cakes, the top of the castle finally saw a hint of wind.

It's a breeze of dawn.

But the wind hasn't been blowing inside the castle for at least 500 years.

For 500 years, it has been a hidden sanctuary, hiding from the will of the gods and the unknown forces of the world.

This is a miracle created by these most ordinary human beings, in their humble bodies.

All of this is for the common faith of all believers.

The god of this world is a lie, the power of this world is a lie, and the humans of this world are the objects of fooling!

But we are human beings, the most intelligent beings in this plane, even in the universe!

We are not willing to be fooled!

Our eyes look over to see the truth!

The height of my soul will touch that wisdom!

We are the masters of this world, and we cannot be dominated by men!

We are the proudest of human beings, and our devotion is dedicated to Knowledge!

This was the blood oath he made when he was crowned a priest.

In this doomed morning, this demon who has completely disembraced a human appearance is indulging in the sad memories of being human.

Although he still has incredible strength, he can even wipe out a Juggernaut with just a few more swings of his arms.

But he gave up, his eyes reluctantly looking up at the dome of heaven and the glimmer of white light that penetrated through it.

It was the dawn.

If he still had a human body, he would have burst into tears.

But now, he has lost the ability to shed tears.

His throat roared like a beast!

Roar, roar, roar!

Such a loud voice penetrated the four fields.

For a while, all the monsters and monsters in the vicinity rioted, and they frantically sniffed the breath of strangers nearby, and frantically attacked all humans.

The Majin warned all of its kind and creatures that the world had collapsed, and then, with one last resentful glance at the enemies, uttered the last words of human language:

"One day, your souls will repent of what you have done!"

Then he resolved not to waste any more precious energy, and that their sacrifice was to be given to their God, not for the sake of this senseless killing.

He leaped into the magic pool, and sank and sank in the magic pool.

The castle space rumbled and began to rain violently.

A familiar and reassuring white light came through the roof, not moonlight, not starlight, but the dawn of dawn.

Duchamp raised his wrist and looked at his watch, which was only a few minutes away from 5 a.m.

After looking at the scarlet color for a night, Duchamp's eyes were a little moist when he saw the light of this color again.

He didn't even have time to think about why that demon had committed suicide, maybe it was because as soon as the force field here collapsed, it would have to collapse with it.

The second team finally succeeded in demolishing the roof, a formation full of empty power, shrouded in through the hole in the roof, like a round of sun, shining on the entire interior space of the castle, and the golden magic circle, hanging on the ceiling of the ancient castle, suppressed the filthy scarlet land below.

Countless naturally incarnated monsters were catalyzed out and blindly attacked the people around them, naturally, they were also easily destroyed, but the breath of these incarnations did not return to the magic pool, but was pulled by the magic circle in the air, and involuntarily floated towards the air.

Duchamp watched in amazement as the force field shifted here, the magic circle hanging in mid-air was draining the shadow energy that was flooding here like a pumping machine, and the runes engraved with the All-Seeing Eye on the wall were dimming and shattering one by one, turning into ordinary stone slabs and falling. The sun rune slabs on the ancient castle that were covered by them were supplemented by Yaoli, and slowly faded away from those rusty mildews and began to shine, painting the entire castle with a dreamy color.

This is the true form of the Sun Fortress.

Duchamp sat cross-legged and rested for a while, until he could no longer feel any new inspiration. He quietly glanced at the Sword Master, who was frowning and thinking as he rested, obviously also pondering the scene just now.

Duchamp glanced quietly at the Guardian Knight again, he was sitting on the ground without an image, and the female knight next to him was helping him heal, and the golden light covered his body one by one.

No one knew how much damage the golden shuttle had done to him when it fell into the magic pool.

Duchamp sighed and decided to do another good search of the room here.

He went to George's room first, searched carefully, and put away all the items that could be associated with the identity of the owner of the room. Then he searched the other people's rooms as well.

In one room, he found a number of items that looked like chemicals, and he took some of each one to be on the safe side.

In another storeroom, he found a whole bunch of fun stuff, including some red, sticky ingredients.

"It turns out that the pool below is mainly this dye, this is really!" Duchamp gripped his teeth and took some samples.

In a room that was almost missed, Duchamp was surprised to find that it was actually the chief priest's room. The chief priest's room was just as austere, and the only thing that was really interesting was a few simple sacrificial vessels.

In the end, after searching all the floors, Duchamp was completely confused.

It stands to reason that this fortress should have a seventh layer, isn't it?

Above the chief priest, shouldn't there be a master?

If he can't find the seventh layer, then, can he still complete his task?

Duchamp felt distraught. He remembered the Guardian Knight's method of breaking the barrier several times, and remembered the array that could cover such a large castle, and felt that he was still a brittle rookie. The real secret hidden in the fortress can be turned on by flipping an ordinary switch, just like in the game.

Since you can't achieve the real purpose, let's take some benefits by the way. Duchamp released the little gray ash again, and the little gray gray went around this layer, and felt that there was no oil and water left, so he ran to the upper layer.

After the little gray went upstairs, without hesitation, he ran directly down the road, and it was obvious that he had found something good. There is also a forked walkway halfway up the long passage half-slope between the sixth and fifth floors. The battle just now was so fierce that Duchamp even forgot about this corner.

Duchamp followed in the footsteps of Little Ash and came to the door of a closed house. Before I even went in, I heard a prompt from the system.

"Divine objects have been discovered!"

"There were good goods in the room!" Duchamp's heart lit up in an instant. He sneakily glanced around, remained invisible, and was about to break into the room, when he suddenly found that there was a suspicious spot in the room on the minimap!

Such a big silver dot? Which thief ancestor came to fish in troubled waters?

Duchamp thought fiercely in his heart: "It doesn't matter what kind of creature you are, if you dare to grab the good things in the room before the master, I have to knock your stuffy stick." ”