Standing in front of the narrow door, memories flooded like a tide.

Just behind this gate, a large tomb is buried deep underground, and a broken square is connected to what was once a fortress prison. It was here that Moriarty first met the female shaman Catherine and fought a great battle, and White lost an arm to save him.

It's just that time flies, and everything that was originally so vivid and intense has become helplessly dull and yellow when looking back at this time. His former sworn enemy has been forgotten in the Martyrs' Mountain, and his former followers have left him, even though his arm has been restored. Time has quietly changed everything, and even the gods can't do anything about it.

In a moment, Moriarty passed through the narrow gate and descended a steep straight slope.

After a while, he was once again in the underground space filled with a sea of corpses and bones.

It was still a pile of bones, layer by layer, string by string, piece by piece, as if there was no end. The air was still filled with the stench of death, as if an invisible miasma filled the world.

It's just a little different.

In the center of the vast space, a dazzling cross of light floated above the sea of corpses, emitting a soft light that illuminated everything. I don't know if it's a hallucination, but in this golden light, the grim, hideous, and sad meaning on the rolling corpses is slowly fading. It's slow, if not minimal, but it's amazing.

Under the light cross, Pagliss and the other three bishops had gathered, and around them there were more than twenty middle and low-ranking priests standing respectfully. On the periphery, nearly a hundred Bright Holy Warriors were fully armed, and they were all holding their breath and concentrating on something.

After looking around, Moriarty spotted two other acquaintances among the paladins - Gonzalez "Black Knife" and Tereshi, a green-eyed girl.

"It turns out that the people at Roland's Bar are all members of the Cult of Light... It's no wonder that White made that turn around. ”

Looking at an old acquaintance, Moriarty sighed silently.

However, with White's radical ideas inherited from Lawrence of "Hellfire" and his unquenchable hatred for the nobles of Erathia, it is only "normal" to follow the current path.

"Bishop Rams. Does it really have to be done? ”

At this moment, the clear voice of Paglis, which was peculiar, suddenly sounded, like the whisper of a nightingale.

"Bishop Paglis, there are more and more demons gathered outside the city, and the pressure on the city's defenses has reached a critical point. In addition, some aristocratic elements in the Ford Regiment have never been cleaned up. We have no choice. ”

Bishop Rams is a little old, but he has a majestic face. Seems to be the highest person here.

"But these congregations have died for martyrdom, so how can they disturb their sleep again?"

Puglis's strengths ask rhetorically.

"Sleep peacefully!? Bishop Paglis, you open your eyes and look around! You call this painful death a restful sleep!? ”

At this moment, another middle-aged bishop stood up and said in a loud voice, with a faint anger in his words.

"With the radiance of our Lord sprinkled, they will surely be freed from their afflictions and ascend to the most beautiful kingdom of heaven."

Puglis looked at each other and said unhurriedly.

"You..."

"Alright."

Rams let out a low snort. prevented further escalation of the controversy.

Pagliss and the middle-aged bishop immediately bowed and took a step back.

"Bishop Paglis, this matter is personally decided by the people of Burleigh Heng. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly. But now, the order must be carried out. ”

Looking at Paglis, Rams said with a solemn expression.

"Yes. Only the light shines on the world. ”

Hearing the name of Bethlehem, Pagliss finally did not dare to say anything more and bowed his head.

"Good. Let's get started. ”

With Rams' order. The surrounding twenty or so priests began to slowly disperse, standing at designated points in the space. Meantime. The three bishops also form an equilateral triangular position, surrounding Rams at the very core.

Then, the distant sound of prayer slowly sounded in the underground space. At first, it was low, and it was gradually high, until it was magnificent and loud, and it shook the whole space. At the same time, it is accompanied by hymns, which are not divided between men and women, young and old. It's as if you're singing with your soul.

But strangely, as prayers and chants were fought, the cross of light in the air showed no signs of brightening or enlargement, but gradually dimmed and shrunk, as if it had been drained of power.

About a quarter of an hour later. The Light Cross has shrunk to the size of a fist. And the entire space almost returned to endless darkness, and the vigorous dead qi rebounded even more, condensing large and small corpse cyclones, blowing a terrifying evil wind in the space.

At this moment, Rams, who was under the light cross, suddenly took out a mass of something from his sleeve, as if it was a tightly folded and squeezed cloth, but it was in a brilliant seal.

With a soft snort, Rams's hands shook heavily, the light seal cracked, and the mass immediately unraveled on its own, turning into a strange black and white robe. On the cuffs of the robes, a white skull and a black reverse cross were embroidered.

"Withered robes!"

The divine power's eyes were so sharp that he immediately recognized that the black and white robe was the "withered robe" that Claudia had stolen from the Temple of the Holy Spirit of Deja, and then was inexplicably robbed by the Sect of Light.

The robe reappeared, and immediately a heavy death pressure enveloped the audience. Under this invisible pressure, even the cyclone of corpses in the sea of corpses was suppressed. Countless green ghost fires were forced out of the overlapping corpses, floating in the air, stagnant.

Without a pause, Rams directly draped the "withered cloak" over his body.

"Boom!"

A wave of death as strong as substance immediately surfaced, centered on Rams, and flooded.

Stimulated by this, the sound of prayer and hymn also rose sharply, like a tsunami of mountains and mountains, filling the entire space.

At the same time, pillars of light rose from the priests' heads, like supports, like fulcrums, forming a huge structure of light, imprisoning the roaring waves of death.

In the center, the three bishops, including Paglis, stretched out their palms forward at the same time, poking out a dazzling light that fell on Rams.

But at this moment, the Rams Bishop was as silent as a corpse, his face was stiff and his breath was gone, and only by relying on the light that fell on his body and a pair of solid crosses in his eyes did he retain the last ray of life fluctuations of his human being.

Slowly, Rams floated into the air, until he came to the dim light cross, and his breath also broke through to the extreme level.

"Holy Spirit Pastor!?"

Looking at Rams, who had his arms outstretched, as if hugging all the corpses, Moriarty was suddenly stunned.

A moment ago, the bishop was still carrying a heavy power of light, but at this moment, he violently radiated the purest death fluctuations outward. That is the rhythm of death of the priest of the Temple of the Holy Spirit of Dejia.

"Awaken, sunken soul! With your resentment and anger, take revenge on this murky world! ”

With Rams's oracle-like incantation, the sea of corpses, which had been silent for hundreds of years, began to tremble. (To be continued.) )