On the altar in the deepest part of the Lightless Trace, an incomparably large crimson monster rested its three heads on the altar like pillows, and its heavy breath in its sleep whipped up a black storm.

But a tall black-robed human standing next to its head was undaunted, its handsome, thin face expressionless, like a sculpture, and its deep, sunken eyes made it seem like looking directly into the abyss when looking at him.

He quietly watched as two red-robed, scholar-clad creatures with a blood-red head walked up to the crimson monster. In just one breath, the creature let out an extremely violent wail, and the skin surface melted and oil flowed to the ground, revealing not fat and muscle, but a black, translucent humanoid monster with its whole body.

Strange to say, after it completed its transformation, its original hatred and hostility towards those in red and black robes seemed to disappear, and it quietly left the altar and was guided out of this place by the people in red robes.

"Next."

The black-robed man standing on the altar said indifferently.

Then, two more red-robed creatures with a strange shape stepped onto the altar. Seeing what had happened to the "kind" from before, the creature struggled violently, screaming frantically in the hope of waking up the giant crimson monster. But until it was transformed into a new form, the crimson monster didn't move.

"Hmph. Stupidity. ”

Sitting with his back against the altar, a bald man in a red robe embroidered with a large number of intricate black patterns held a notebook in his hand and kept writing something. Hearing the terrible wail coming from behind him, he sneered without looking back, and the scar that pierced his left eye shook hideously.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the red-robed bald head cast his gaze in a certain direction.

"What's wrong? Mark. ”

Sensing his gaze, the tall man standing on the altar lowered his head and asked slowly.

The bald head known as Marco squinted in that direction and said in a deep voice, "A priest has entered the Trace of Lightless." The silver-level should also have a full-level apprentice. ”

"He and his apprentice used magic once in the matte trail before, and I thought it was two stowaways and didn't care...... Now it seems," said Marco, with a faint fierce glint in his eyes, "I'm afraid I can't stay." ”

"I'll continue to destroy the Failed Goods," the black robe immediately judged, "you take a few more Ash Men to hunt them down." In the name of Higgs, who has a snake in his eyes, not a single one remains. ”

Marco nodded, waved his hand casually, and did not look back at him, but then patted two or three people as he passed by, motioned for them to follow him, and then hurried in a certain direction.

The black-robed man watched them go away, was silent for a long time, and then continued to cast his abyss-like terrifying gaze on the disciples below, and said in a deep voice, "Next." ”

In a voice that no one else heard, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "...... Arrogant idiots. ”

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Until now, Mark thought his colleagues were still in the Shadows.

As everyone knows, as early as half a month ago, they were used as experiments by the people of the South Wind Ring to do demon transformation.

Not only was it subjected to human experiments, but it also failed, and it was transformed into a glimpse creature with no sentience. If Marken had searched carefully for the glimpses in the Aphotic Traces, he might have seen a few of them with familiar faces and figures.

The corners of Roland's mouth curled slightly.

Casting a magic spell after entering the Lightless Trace is completely different from casting it outside.

The Ashmen have the ability to sense nearby priests and theoric users, and the higher the level, the more information the Ashmen get. If Roland is not mistaken, the world's highest-ranking Ash Disciple and the founder of the Ash Disciple profession, the half-step gold-level Marco. The dead wood is now in the lightless trace.

After Claude uses the Silenced Enchantment, the action does not make a sound, but the magic buff itself is a very conspicuous sign. If nothing else, he should be heading here with a sea of Ash Men by now.

While Roland casually talked to everyone about some bean knowledge, the four fingers of his left hand hidden in his robe shook regularly at a very weak frequency.

This is a very high-end spell-casting technique, usually found in the hands of sorcerers and swordsmen, and is used to cast spells with extremely weak fluctuations during monitored conversations, achieving unexpected confusion or assassination effects. The Sorcerer was the first major raider Roland wrote, but fortunately he hadn't forgotten about it until now.

After all, this is a spell-casting technique of the legal profession, and it can't be rigidly applied to divine arts. However, the difference between magic and sorcery in the early stage is not that big. The law system is like a decimal operation, while the magic system is hexadecimal. But the two of them were the same ten years ago.

At most, the spell-casting skills of this sorcery system can only be used on the two-ring magic spell, and at the cost of four times the spell casting time, you can cast a magic spell silently, without movement or fluctuation. The disadvantage is that this technique cannot eliminate the aura after the success of magic or witchcraft, but it happens that any means of lighting, including aura, are ineffective in the Trace of Lightlessness, and Father Claude, the only one who can detect Roland's spell by perception alone, is at the back because of Roland's formation, because it is too far away to detect.

The magic that Roland had to use with great difficulty was the only entanglement technique he currently had.

As the group passed by a certain wing tree, Roland's left hand touched the surface of the wing tree without a trace.

Then, with this tree as a point on the ring, Roland unconsciously led everyone around in a circle.

In an environment where there is no light, no sound, no reference, the crowd is almost unaware that they are going around in circles. Father Claude, who was the only faintly aware of the fact that he did not seem to be walking in a straight line, was relieved when he remembered what Roland had just said, "Try not to stay still in the lightless traces."

Anyway, I just came in to avoid the Glimpse Pterodactyl. When it comes back, it can leave.

After seeing Roland skillfully avoid several powerful Glimpse creatures, his confidence in Roland grows.

Speaking of which, I can't hear any sounds from the outside world inside the silenced enchantment, and my vision is only a little in front of me, so how can I confirm that the Glimpser Pterodactyl has returned?

Although he was puzzled by this matter, Claude thought that it would be better to hear Roland's opinion first. If he couldn't come up with an idea, he could always run away with Claudia - he wasn't in a hurry.

So even Father Claude let his guard down a little.

On the third passing of the place where he had cast the spell, Roland's ankle was silently entangled in a long vine.

It's almost time.

When Roland and the others walked half a circle again, and reached the farthest point from that point, Roland calculated that the footsteps of the Ash Disciples were almost there, and Roland's heart moved, and the vines wrapped around the wing tree at that moment tightened violently, and a huge force came from Roland's feet.

Pretending to be caught off guard, Roland, who was at the front of the line, dragged him into the jungle on the right.

Father Claude and Kruvine were the first to realize that something had happened to Roland. But Markon said before that there could be no one in the Trace of Light, and several people subconsciously thought that Roland had stepped on some trap, or was snatched away by some monster with long-range capture ability.

Out of concern for their temporary companions and the importance they attached to their guides, they immediately launched a search for Roland. But in this special environment, they didn't dare to part with their companions, so they could only beckon all the staff to move towards the place where Roland suddenly disappeared at the same time.

Dragged down by Anrusi's speed, Macken, who was trapped in formation, couldn't even play half of his speed. Claudia reacted and let Claude cast a crowd acceleration spell on everyone.

But after the magic was cast, Marken and Kruvien, who were at the front of the team, suddenly stopped their pace before they could rush out a few steps. Although the people behind him couldn't see what was happening in front of them, it was impossible for Marken and Kruvine to stop abruptly for no reason.

"You two stand back and watch out for yourselves."

The old man's voice rang out behind Anros and Claudia. A large, thin but powerful hand rested lightly on the noble lady's shoulder, motioning for her to step back. The old man, who sensed the danger in the air, came to the front of the line with his cane in silence.

After seeing the appearance of the roadblock in front of him, the old priest's pupils shrank instantly!

It wasn't horror, it was anger.

About two or three people, because of the limitation of the field of vision, it is not sure if there is anyone else behind them. What caught the old priest's attention the most was the bald Scarface. He was dressed in a crimson robe with dark magic patterns outlined in verses full of madness and hatred.

That verse, Claude is familiar.

"Since God has forsaken me, I will destroy the idol with my bronze sword like a clay pot, and I hope that the shepherd will be killed by a wolf and swallowed ......"

The old cathar whispered the beginning of a blasphemous verse written in the language of the gods on the enemy's robes, his eyes slowly opened, and his childlike blue pupils burned with rage.

"Oh? Bishop Claude? It's been a long time, but the old man isn't dead. ”

The corners of the leading man's mouth cracked open, revealing shark-like teeth: "I just wanted to ask you: Sivir. How about the future? ”

"Do not insult my God! Abandoner! ”

Claude shouted loudly, and the blade more than a foot long at the end of the staff suddenly popped out, and after several divine blessings were completed, the momentum on the old man's body suddenly rose and grew, and even with Marken and Kruvien were blessed with many buffs.

He took one last look at the blood that had clearly just been stained on the steel whip behind the red-robed god abandoner, and with great anger and guilt for Roland, he rushed forward with his sword and staff like a tiger descending from a mountain.

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Well, everyone is very good, yesterday it was really on the new book list for a day.

Well, as said yesterday, today there are three watches. Now update a chapter, then a chapter after noon, and a chapter in the evening.

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