"Yuraia, you see who I am first."

The Priest player's voice, which had seemed young and gentle a moment ago, suddenly grew old and gloomy in his words.

Crash.

The probationary priests, who had already dispersed around them, witnessed a terrifying change up close, and one by one they turned pale with fright, and withdrew far away.

“…… Lord Ron? Yuraia looked up in surprise and surprise, and sure enough, he saw the familiar dark priest, dressed in black robes, surrounded by black light, like a devil standing in front of him.

But Yuraiya was not afraid at all, and her expression changed from the nervousness in front to very relaxed.

This is the young priest who showed the way to the Gisyankee ruins for the Charles, and his name was Yuraia. At that time, Charles knew that this person was a pan-believer, otherwise with his age and temperament, he would have already made a name for himself in the dark church, and would not have struggled to survive at the bottom.

Regardless of the ability of religious organizations, faith comes first. Pan-believers who are not firm in their beliefs will naturally not be able to seek high positions. For the clergy in particular, faith is the source of their strength.

"Yuraia, I'll give you a chance to change your faith."

Charles touched the [Musk's Shadow Brooch] fastened on his left chest, restored the player's appearance, and looked at the young priest in a solemn tone.

"Proselytizing?" Yuraia was a little sluggish at first.

"Yes." Charles laughed, "From what I've observed, you don't have much faith in Bane, let alone fulfill his teachings, but why would you join the Dark Church?" In fact, the answer is very simple, many believers in evil gods start out like you. Just to beg for food. One day, a priest suddenly appeared in front of the children in the slums. promised him a good life. If I were that child, I would have gone with the pastor......"

Yuraiya was stunned, because Charles had guessed his past correctly.

"You love taking notes." Charles stepped forward, grabbed his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, pointed to the black ink mark at the bottom of his right palm, and spread his palm again, finding that there was also ink residue between his fingers. And it's long-term pigmentation.

"The first time I met you, I discovered your qualities." Charles said, glancing at Yuraia's neatly manicured nails again, then taking a closer look at Yuraia's eyes.

"You also love to read. Because you are nearsighted, your pupils are astigmatized. I guess you don't usually sneak into the books in the temple library, do you? Well, it's really easy to move in the middle of the night. ”

Charles patted Yuraia's slightly trembling shoulders and lowered his voice, "The God of Knowledge has opened his arms to you. ”

"Yuraia, are you willing to protect the books of this world for Ogma?" Charles said with a smile, in front of the crowd. He took out his [Sacred Knowledge Emblem].

It's a gold emblem to put in any church. It is also only available to priestly figures. Therefore, Charles's words fell on the ears of the apprentices around him, and they were more convincing.

"Y-You're not Ron......?" Yuraia was confused.

"Of course, how could Ron hold Ogmar's golden emblem, I am a believer in the God of Knowledge." Charles's face was serious, "This seat is about to sink, no one will take you away, only by converting your beliefs, can you get out of the half-plane." ”

"Now, Yuraia, I'm going to give you the first test. Tell me, where is Isaac's altar! Charles stared at the young pastor.

"I don't know."

When Yuraia heard the news of the plane sinking, her whole person was in a state of panic.

"[Calm your mind]!" Without even thinking about it, Charles threw a magic spell to dispel the fear in Yuraia's heart. He didn't want to continue grinding his tongue to calm down the young priest, and asked in a deep voice, "Then you live in the temple all the year round, you should always know where Isaac stays more often than his own residence, right?" ”

Charles didn't have any illusions that a small priest apprentice would know the secrets of the altar at first, but as long as he knew Isaac's daily habits, he could almost find out where the entrance to the altar was.

"Normally, Lord Isaac would shut himself up in the meditation room in the nave...... Only a few adults were able to go in and see him. When Yuraia came to her senses, she replied without thinking.

Syllable.

With a hard slap of his palm, Charles turned around and gave Ingrid a thumbs up, and then said to Yuraia, "You have two choices now, one is to go with us, but it is dangerous, and the other is to stay here and take you away when we come out." ”

Yuraia couldn't make a decision on her own, and looked around at the apprentices around her. At this point, there was a split among the apprentices, with some believing that they should go with the Charles, and others believing that they should stay here.

"My lord, if we go with us, we will only cause trouble." In the end, Yuraiya gritted her teeth, bent down and said, "Please allow us to stay here, and I will take the lead in guiding them and praying to the God of Knowledge, hoping that you will return safely."

"Well, if you come across other Pre-Arrivals, please guide them."

Charles nodded. Ingrid whispered something to the Wind Djinn nobleman behind her, only to see the Wind Djinn raise her hand to cast a short-distance teleportation technique, and Charles walked into the circle, and the three figures disappeared in the circle.

The nave, in front of the closed metal door of the meditation room.

"Sure enough, there is a passive protection spell."

Ingrid stepped out of the circle that had just emerged, only glanced at the metal door, and sneered.

"I count, one layer, two layers...... Yes, there are a total of six or seven layers of protection spells, and it will take a lot of time to crack them slowly...... Anastasia, blast it for me! ”

"Yes!"

The Wind Djinn was silent for a few seconds before her cyan fingers shot out a green ray that slammed into the metal door.

"[Dissociation] (Six Rings)!"

But the whole door turned into ashes, and the wind djinn frowned, and shot a second green ray with a flick of his fingers, but the metal door was still undamaged.

"Don't try again, this door has a [Spell Nullification Enchantment] and a [Anti-Magic Field]." Ingrid said in a deep voice, "Let me come!" ”

"[Spell Heavy Strike] (Nine Rings)!"

The lich's long ice-blue hair fluttered up, and the whole person looked like a prehistoric beast with its fangs exposed, giving people a strong aura of death.

Rumble.

The metal door shook suddenly, and Anastasia, the wind djinn, followed Ingrid, and threw out a [Dissociation Technique] again, and the entire metal door suddenly turned into charred ash.

"Get in—"

Ingrid was the first to step into the meditation room, and Charles was the last to enter, and a magical light fell on him as soon as he entered.

"You obtained the [Advanced Invisibility Technique] (Eight Rings) from your allies."

"The subject disappears from sight, hearing, and other senses for 1 hour, during which time he or she is free to attack."

"[Projection]!"

The Lich then cast the same spell with the Stormdren, each creating an illusion clone that could speak and cast magic.

"Clone guards the door." As if that wasn't enough, Ingrid stepped into the dimensional passage of the meditation room, whispering complex incantations that the Charles couldn't recognize.

Swish.

A not-so-spacious cave came into view, and as soon as she entered the place, Ingrid waved her hand and cast a concealment spell, [Barrier].

"Ding, within the area of your ally's [Barrier] (Eight Rings) spell, you will be insulated from the visual observation and detection of any living beings."

With so many heavy concealment spells accumulating, if you sum up the effect, it can be understood that Charr disappeared into the world along with the Lich and the Wind Djinn.

"Someone's coming in!"

On the platform at the bottom of the cavern stood only a large and magnificent altar, as if embedded in the rock wall. On the altar carved from a single piece of obsidian, the brilliance is colorful, and small arrays appear on the surface of the altar, and then disappear and disappear. Colorful lines are intertwined into a complex, esoteric ritual circle.

As if in a nightmare, the purple-edged black-robed priest who had been sitting on the altar with his eyes closed suddenly stood up and looked up at the entrance of the cave, his eyes flickering.

"Yes, Isaac, something has come in."

According to common sense, in addition to the sacrificial, half-dead paladins in the cave, only Isaac could speak in a lingua franca, but at this time, another dull voice echoed the dark priest: "I think you should clean the rats before continuing to preside over the ceremony." ”

"Hmm."

Isaac replied lightly, and his eyes under the iron mask began to bloom with blood-colored brilliance. He was unleashing his senses, and as a priesthood of the Master's Perception attribute, Isaac was confident that no creature could fool his senses at such a close distance.

Unlike the calm lich and the wind djinn, Charles tried his best to suppress his heartbeat, but the more his heart thumped in his chest.

Instead of taking a deep inhale, it doesn't work to relieve nerve pressure. Because Isaac is not an ordinary opponent, this is the final boss of the main story of Cormier Kingdom, if he can be killed, the Purple Dragon Kingdom will not have any major turmoil for a long time. At least before the Dark Ages.

It's like a student taking an exam, and Charles has been planning for so long in order to be able to show off his skills in the main story, reap the benefits, and then start his own circumnavigation adventure based on it.

Either way, Isaac must die tonight, and at the hands of the player.

It turned out that Ingrid's preparation was brilliant, with a layer of [Advanced Invisibility] on his body, plus a layer of regional [Barrier], even if Isaac stood on the altar for a long time and felt it for a long time, he would not get anything.

"Hmph." Isaac let out a cold snort, but Charles breathed a strange sigh of relief.

"Isaac, it seems that this opponent is in some trouble, anyway, he is also a hero who is good at concealment......" The muffled voice came from the altar at the bottom of the dark priest's feet.

As he spoke, the lines of the circle on the surface of the altar vaguely formed a huge, old face, and the two red crystals embedded in the grooves were the eyes of this face, which were agile and indescribably evil.

"[Perception Location] (Eighth Ring)!" (To be continued......)

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