"Buzz ......"

The dark and distorted underground temple reverberated with a strange sound like a wave sweeping away.

Unlike the dome above, which seemed to be obscured by a black curtain, the temple floor shimmered with silvery-white light the thickness of an arm. The majestic pattern of these interwoven lines spreads out in circles and spreads out from the inside out, spreading throughout the temple.

In the center of the pattern is a sunken eye.

The neighborhood was filled with offerings, including brightly colored magical gems, the limbs and heads of some powerful creatures, and even a paladin with a languid expression, his limbs chained and tied to a cross, placed between the offerings.

The paladin's aura was faint, but his eyes and complexion were still resolute.

His eyes remained fixed on the sword in the center of the array.

It was a powerful Ancient Heirloom sword covered in golden runes. The sword body is black all over, the style is ancient, and the hilt and lattice are carved with eerie necromantic patterns.

Nether Sword ......

"Has Olthos been killed?"

The holy warrior muttered in his mouth, his eyes showing a trace of sadness and anger, and he couldn't help but struggle on the cross, but the black silk rope that wrapped around him became tighter and tighter, and the holy warrior couldn't raise a trace of divine power at all.

"Is this a forbidden rope for the clergy?" The paladin roared.

"That's right."

A cold voice answered him.

As the footsteps approached, a dark priest in a purple-trimmed black robe and a mask with a terrifying expression on his face stood in front of the Eye Trap.

"How. Lightwalker. Lancelot. What does it feel like to be imprisoned by the darkness you hate? Isaac, the Dark Priestess, scoffed.

"Isaac!!"

Seeing the Dark Priest, the Holy Warrior on the Cross couldn't help but roar angrily, "I didn't expect you to lurk in Susar!" It seems that your Resurrection Society has been weaving a conspiracy in Susar for a long time! ”

"Lancelot, you'd better think about yourself." Isaac, the Dark Priestess, laughed, "How does it feel to be betrayed by your own beloved?" If it weren't for Ivy, we would never have been able to capture such an incomparably powerful paladin as you! ”

"Tell Ivy to come out and meet me!!" The sound of the holy warriors on the cross was like thunder.

"There's no way she'll see you."

"Ivy is already under my guidance. Went outside the city to find the temple of the Lady of Pain. She is about to become a devout believer in Lauita. Isaac said coldly.

"Why?" The paladin's eyes were filled with disbelief and pain.

"You know better than I know why."

"But none of that matters, in two days, you'll be the most important sacrifice of the ritual along with the Nether Sword, and make the city welcome fear!"

Isaac's shrill laughter was harsh, but the paladin had fallen silent, like a stone, and had not responded for a long time.

"Hmph."

The Dark Priest glanced at the paladin, and in front of Lancelot, he took out a white teleportation stone and lit up the dwarven runes on it.

Meanwhile.

In a dark alley near the Colosseum of Sussar.

The young priest changed into a black robe with a hood. The whole person is hidden in the shadows of the building, looming. The breath is ethereal, like an imaginary creature across the plane.

Musk's shadow brooch, pinned by the priest to the chest of the robe, has a faint luster in the moonlight, which is not conspicuous.

“…… Isaac, I'm already in Susar. ”

The priest also held a white stone in his hand, lowered his face, and made a deep male voice, "According to the agreement, you should give me the gold coin first." ”

"I've asked a blight to come to you with gold."

"The Old Town Bell Tower meets."

"After you take the gold, the blighter will tell you the mission."

Syllable.

The dark priest on the other side immediately cut off the communication as soon as he finished speaking. Charles stared at the teleportation stone in his hand, his eyes flickering.

"It looks like the ritual has reached a critical juncture, and the dark priest has no time to talk nonsense...... Charles whispered to himself.

The newborn vampire Mahi stayed beside her, tilting her head slightly, a pair of lilac eyes peeking out from under her hood, looking at her master with doubt.

As a trickster, although Mahi does not have Musk's shadow brooch on her body, she stands here and unconsciously melts into the darkness, and there is no need to deliberately hide at all, and the breath of life is automatically lowered to the lowest point.

"Let's go, follow me to the Old Town."

Charles activated the magic effect of the Adamantite armor hidden inside the black robes, and under his deliberate control, the golden wings extending from his back shrank several times, providing only some jump height bonuses and movement speed, but unable to lift him into the air.

The imperial capital of Susar also had a strict ban on air flights.

Especially at such a sensitive moment now, if Charles had the idea of luck, thinking that the night could cover him, he would have to go to the spring altar to regret being shot down at that time.

He is very close to level 12, and he is still 50% off his progress, and if he dies once, he will lose about 10% of his progress, which translates to nearly 30,000 experience points. Therefore, if you want to unlock the fourth layer of the magic net as soon as possible, you must be careful at all times.

Swish.

Swish.

Two successive figures blending with the night swept over the roofs of residential houses, leaving no traces.

Old Town.

Belfry.

Susar, the imperial capital, has not recently attacked and encircled the underground forces entrenched in the old city as the Alabe officials did. Susar is already a mixed bag, and at this time, it is a node to access the main plot of the country, and the city hall and the royal court have long been overwhelmed by the endless incidents, and it is impossible to divide their energy to deal with other forces in the city.

As a result, the underground forces around the Old Town are rampant, and ordinary residents are afraid to go out after sunset, and the Clock Tower area is controlled by a dark force called the 'Tomb of the Sleepless', and it is said that some people have encountered the undead many times in the ruins of nearby buildings, and after the news spread, the area is even more deserted at night.

Under the moonlight.

On the withered old tree, there are a few crows chirping in the branches, and the atmosphere is eerie.

"It seems that there are indeed undead creatures in this area......"

Two figures swept out of the complex and stopped in front of the old, dilapidated spire bell tower.

Another black figure had been waiting for a long time.

"Priest Ron?"

The two sides are separated by a distance of six or seven meters. The black figure had a hoarse female voice, unable to distinguish age.

"It's me."

Instead of moving on, Charles stayed outside a safety line.

Since he knew from Isaac that this woman was a wither, he would never be stupid enough to get close to this person.

The reason is simple.

The Blighter, an evil druid, is an advanced class.

The difference between a normal druid and a blight is like that of a mage and a necromancer. Druids usually have a strong mission to nature, and will fight all enemies to maintain the forest and greenery, but the blight are the destroyers of nature, and wherever they go, there will be widespread blight.

But whether it's a normal druid or an evil druid, perception is their key attribute. High-sentience classes often have the ability to discern that other classes don't have, and Charles doesn't want to get too close to this person and expose himself.

Even if Musk's shadow brooch is equipped, it doesn't mean that Charles is completely relieved, because there are too many strange people in the game world, and maybe a certain aboriginal professional happens to have the ability to see through him.

"This is what Lord Isaac asked me to hand you over."

The blighted man on the other side heard Charles' response, and after a little silence, he shook his hand lightly and threw an advanced dimensional bag at Charles.

Charles took the dimensional bag, his consciousness reached into the bag and looked through it, and then he said in a deep voice: "Yes, the number is right." Next, you can talk about the mission. ”

The female Blighted did not dare to approach rashly because of Charles' identity, after all, Charles is now pretending to be the Dark Priestess Ron, who is a high-ranking figure of the Resurrection Holy Order, and since the Blighted One serves Isaac, he must also be a member of the Resurrection Holy Order.

"Lord Isaac's mission is simple......"

"Cause chaos in the city, the bigger the better, let the atmosphere of fear obscure the sky of Susar first, attract the attention of the royal court and other forces as much as possible, and let Lord Isaac prepare for the final and most important step of the ceremony."

The Blighted One spoke, leaning slightly towards Charles in the shadow of the bell tower, and said in a respectful tone, "I, Blighted One, Alyssa, obey the orders of Lord Isaac, and am willing to assist you on your left and right. ”

"Is it only two days?"

Charles narrowed his eyes at the female withered and said, "If you have any plans, just say them, I'm not familiar with Susar." ”

He was careful, Susal was his birthplace, how could he not be familiar. But he is now playing the role of Ron, the dark priestess, who has been to the imperial capital, and if he shows too much, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the female wither.

"I think I can start with ......"

The female withered said, suddenly stopped, her eyes coldly swept towards the ruins of a building more than ten meters away.

Bang.

Suddenly there was a slightly panicked footsteps, apparently someone had seen the meeting between Charles and the Blighted before, and was good at concealment, and should be a wanderer.

"Want to escape?"

The Blighter let out a string of sneers, and a withered holly branch suddenly protruded from the black sleeve, and the branch emitted a suffocating circle of yellow light as the Blighter's spellcasting posture.

"Ah......h

A second later, screams rang out from the ruins, and then the neighborhood fell silent.

Careful to keep his distance from the Blighter, Charles followed her into the ruins.

Next to a crumbling stone wall stood a male professional entwined in withered yellow branches. Dressed in elaborate leather armor and with a pair of daggers stuck in his waist, he was about thirty years old and had a dignified appearance, but at this time the wanderer's whole body seemed to have been drained of water, and his skin was wrinkled and covered with a shriveled body.

"Blight?" Charles' heart was awe-inspiring. (To be continued......)