After killing the two Moorish cultists who had been chasing him with his teeth, Charles ran to the wall and jumped up to the top of the wall, looking down on the entire circular hall, and his spiritual vision carefully searched every place, hoping to find the thin assassin.

But Charles had seen all the Moorish madness of the Black Cross, but none of them matched the size of the Assassin.

"Where did he go?

Charles's heart is burning here, and Ariana and Basilent, who are under siege, are gradually in trouble, and the black cross star on the dome of the main hall continues to emit black gas and infiltrate the body of the Moors, the emotions of the Moors are becoming more and more crazy, and their bodies are becoming more and more agile and weird as if they have practiced the sword technique of warding off evil spirits.

Five or six higher-ranking Moorish had been besieging the tortoise formation of the Church Knights, who had already gained a foothold with the holy water smeared on the shield and the Blessing of Basilent's Dawn, and could only control the situation after Ariana captured the priest on the altar.

However, as the Moors in the field were infested by the black gas emitted from the Black Cross, as if they had the ability to resist the light of day, although they would still be burned when they collided with the turtle array, they no longer let out a terrible howl, and their eyes became more and more excited when they looked at Barencer and the others, as if a hungry beast saw an irresistible meal.

On the other hand, although Ariana's "sword drawing technique" can still kill a Moorish every time, the frequency of her sword drawing is gradually decreasing, and the speed of those Moorish moves is getting faster and faster, and it is becoming more and more difficult to slaughter, it seems that she can't break through their encirclement for a while, rush to the altar and kill the shaman.

"You stupid despicable pariahs, let you see the true power of the Night!"

The Chiluo man leaned back, closed his eyes and embraced the void with both hands, and groaned in great intoxication: "O great god of the night, your faithful servant has prepared a rich sacrifice for you, please enjoy it to your heart's content......... Please give me the power of the night......... Your will will eventually spread throughout this afflicted world........."

Charles suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation, and he heard a continuous stream of screams in the direction of the cage-filled corridor hall they had just entered.

The metal door was not closed, and Charles's super vision penetrated through it, and he clearly saw a creepy scene.

Those seemingly ordinary cages were entangled with wisps of black gas, and the blood slaves in the cages screamed miserably in this black gas, and the skin and flesh on their bodies began to crumble at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the vigorous blood qi gathered in a certain place along the rows of cages.

"Huh?"

Charles, who was clinging to the walls of the circular hall, sensed the changes inside the walls, and wisps of unknown energy flowed along the veins within the walls towards the dome of the hall.

Charles looked up at the illusory black doji in the dome and saw that it was becoming more and more solid, and finally understood.

This circular hall is connected to the corridor hall outside, as well as the cages, altars, etc., all of which are part of the sacrificial tools of the Moorish church, and the illusory cross star is the intermediate medium that connects the other side of the sacrifice, and it is also the source of the strong palpitations that Charles feels.

The black energy constantly emitted by the huge illusory cross star was so rich that it could not be dissolved in the spiritual power vision of the charr, and the spiritual power molecules contained in it were violent and turbulent, and I don't know how those Moorish cultists could withstand this chaotic energy body.

"He's offering sacrifices to the gods, stop him...... Hurry up ......"

Basilent, who was nesting in the turtle array, cried out in horror, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the silver staff in his hand, and the light on the staff continued to burst out, gathering into a huge ball of blazing light.

"Twilight Demon Slayer!!

The huge ball of blazing light slammed away from the staff and smashed into the red man on the altar with a face full of enjoyment, and shot on the altar in an instant.

"Night Guardian!"

The man on the altar whispered contemptuously, and a translucent black shield wall suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bang!"

The blazing ball of light slammed into the black shield wall, making a huge explosion that shook the earth, and the blazing ball of light exploded, shattering into patches of white light like the morning light, and enveloping the entire altar with a fluttering rope.

Fragments of the dawn fell on the Moors around the altar, and sparks erupted again.

"Ariana, Grava, quick...... He can't be made an oracle...... Hurry!"

Barenc was obviously a little sluggish after letting go of his ultimate, and his voice was obviously lacking in energy, but the horror in his voice was several times stronger than just now.

The shattered pieces of morning light slowly dissipated, revealing the enveloped altar, mottled scorch marks all over the altar, and cobweb-like cracks extending into a tragic trace.

But the few feet of land around the man were not damaged at all, not only did he and the other two female disciples not suffer any damage, but the momentum on their bodies was even higher, obviously the defense of the "Night Guardian" was stronger than expected.

"I don't have enough savings, it's all you hateful creatures who have ruined my plans and forced me to become an oracle now....... I will make you slaves to my blood, and I will enslave you forever, and you will be tormented by the punishment of the light forever........."

The red luo man on the altar continued to absorb the black qi into his body, his expression became more and more crazy, and a series of convex veins bulged under his red luo skin, as if there were several dragons rampant in his body.

"Ariane !!"

Baslent anxiously urged the paladin again.

Ariana had already harvested the heads of dozens of low-ranking Moors, and now she knew that the situation was critical, and her explosive body jumped from the ground and was about to rush to the broken altar.

The man on the altar tapped Ariana's fingers, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Boya, Coli, go and get new toys for your master!"

The two female Moors beside the man pounced obediently, their scarlet eyes, white fangs, and jet-black nails, which seemed to be naked and bewitching, but their fast and blurry figures contained a strange murderous intent.

And the Moors under the altar, who had lost their minds, also crawled up like beasts on the altar, and their eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and Ariana's shadow was full.

Ariana was in mid-air, her face was very solemn, and she finally pulled out the sword at her waist completely, and a shower of morning light sprinkled into the air, and they all looked very good.

And in Charr's spiritual power vision, this is a beam of spiritual power that is extremely active and contains extremely strong power.

The two female Moors, Corrie and Boya, were visibly jealous of the beam, and their seductive bodies turned in the air, dodging the fluttering starlight, and striking Ariana again from the side.

Ariana turned and swept away, and the long sword drove the starlight to swing horizontally, forcing back the two female cultists who were fast forward and retreating again, and swept up several low-level Moorish cultists who climbed up, causing them to instantly turn into burning men.

Ariana dragged her sword and rushed upwards, but the two female cultists stubbornly surrounded her and continued to harass her, and the three figures flew around and froze, pounced and resisted, and the stars fluttered, as if they were performing a stage play full of evil beauty.

But Charles in the distance was keenly aware that the speed at which Ariana's sword consumed spiritual power could be described as a whale swallowing siphon, and with the rapid consumption of spiritual power in her body, her sword had become a little unstable.

"No wonder she always uses sword drawing techniques, it turns out that this sword is a monster that eats spiritual power, and if it's not a spiritual power tyrant, he can't afford to play at all!"

"Grava, if you don't make a move, we're all going to die here!"

“........”

Charles, who had been watching from the sidelines, was blinded by a cry from Basilent, and he could not imagine that this big man could cry.

And Basilent's cry not only alarmed Charles, but also the man on the altar, he glanced at Charles, and said lightly: "It turns out that there is a small bug here." ”