"Haha!" Hearing this good news, even Zakaria, who had developed a habit of restraint in the deceit of the underground world, couldn't help but laugh proudly.

"Quick! Take me there! ”

The dark elf's legs flickered, and his pride was palpable.

It's time for this critical moment, and I'm busy investigating the lost divine powers in the Vesura. Hehe, even if there is really Mephisto's god there, and Alan can get all the divine power in the god's body, it can't compare to my harvest today...... Because, in that holy relic, there are eighty percent of the divine power of Baal, the god of destruction, and seventy percent of the divine power of Melecht, the god of strife. As long as I have this tremendous power, I will be able to cross the ladder of godhood. Then, it's time to wait for the Huiyang Festival to arrive......"

Today's city-wide attack on Requiem Blessing Day was not a decision made by the entire Death One Zhi Sect. Rather, it was just Zakaria's personal actions.

Thanks to Alain's search for Mephisto's divine power in the Vesura-Mountains, which took too much energy and weakened his grip on the Death Cult, Zakaria has been quite dominant in the church recently. Not only was Alain not informed of today's action, but even some of the high-ranking officials who did not oath allegiance to Zakaria were unaware.

The Bishop was of a high status, and had previously provided a lot of help to the Death Cult. But in Zakaria's view, the other side is not his own way. That guy has his own purpose. chose to cooperate with the church. It is only a matter of time before they are caught, killed, or forced to flee. The use value was also greatly reduced, so Zakaria did not inform the other party of any news about today's operation.

Soon, under the guidance of his subordinates, Zakaria, led a spiral staircase down to the depths of the consulate.

The consulate of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom in the city of Freiris was also built according to the habits of the dwarves. Although there were only two floors on the surface, the dwarves dug fifty meters into the ground. There are more than ten floors in depth.

The farther underground, the more Zakarea could feel the source energy particles diffusing in the air. He closed his eyes slightly and felt the air around him. Then he said, "I see." Underneath the consulate of these dwarves, there is actually a fountain of magical power! No wonder this place was chosen to store the relics. ”

The holy relic in Zakaria's mouth stored most of the divine power of two of the three dark gods. Such a powerful magic prop naturally requires an extremely large and complex magic array to be sealed. And to maintain a magic array of this scale. It takes an entire mana fountain to supply the source energy.

Enter a huge hall in the deepest part of the ground. Zakaria saw the holy relic he had always dreamed of.

In the center of the magic circle, drawn by countless runes and complex geometric figures, a beating heart is placed on a stone table entwined with thousands of magical spirit threads.

This heart is very special, and the sound that beats when it beats is not a "thump" sound, but an evil chin similar to the demon whispering in his ear. The surface of the heart is covered with ugly tumors, and beneath the transparent surface of the skin, there is not blood, but burning lava - the embodiment of the power of the abyssal chaos.

"Finally found you. My treasure! My treasures! Zakaria looked at the ugly, disgusting organ that would be seen as disgusting to the average person. But he showed a fanatical and obsessive expression.

He was about to take a step, but was stopped by his subordinates: "My lord, be careful of the magic array!" ”

Zakaria glanced around him, and now there was a corpse at his feet. This subordinate is an unlucky ghost who lost his life after accidentally breaking into the magic array just now.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful this circle is, it can't stop me!"

Zakaria smiled confidently, and then his eyes lit up. Complex spells like blades, hammers, and iron fists kept popping out of his mouth. The strange syllables composed of these abyssal languages have a unique power, as if they can be condensed into a solid substance, destroying the entire magic array.

Since the dark elves are determined to obtain the heart called the holy relic today, they naturally have to make sufficient preparations and have a way to crack this huge magic array.

That demonic heart is related to the pirate attack that struck the city of Freiris seven years ago.

That incident turned the once glorious "Mercy and Mercy" city into the slums it is today, and it is also the reason for the establishment of Requiem Blessing Day.

On that day of blood and fire, the city of Freiris cost the lives of more than 50,000 citizens. In the aftermath of that tragedy, the thriving city was shrouded in tears of grief and weeping, and to this day, it has not fully recovered. And such a tragic catastrophe, although officially, was caused by the combined invasion of several pirates. But can a few pirates really make such an imperial powerhouse pay such a heavy price?

Those thieves who plundered the sea in fast warships may be able to run rampant on the steam seas, but they will never have the ability and courage to attack a place like the city of Flaires.

In the aftermath of the catastrophe, ordinary people who were immersed in grief did not know the truth, and the few nobles and high-ranking gods who knew the truth would not tell it.

But Zakaria knew that the pirate attack might be real. But the culprit who was able to wreak havoc on the city was one of the pirates, a captain who had been assisted by a demon.

The guy's name has not survived to this day, and before that attack, it was almost obscure. Zakaria only knew that the captain was a Tevelyn with demonic blood, and like him, he was also a son of God with the powers of the Dark Trinity.

And this unknown captain has gone much farther on the road to godhood than Zakaria. At that time, he had already gathered most of the divine powers of Baal, the god of destruction, and Melecht, the god of strife. It only takes one more special ritual to organically fuse these two divine powers together, and finally become a god.

And the reason why he came to Fryris City was also for the last ceremony.

However, even if this Son of God was as strong as this, he failed in the end. Perhaps he killed a river of blood in the city of Flaires, leaving countless humans in fear and despair. But he still failed after all, and was defeated at the hands of the elites sent by the three major temples and the empire.

However, after the death of this god son, the high-ranking priests of the three major temples were terrified to find that this god son stored all the divine power of the container, that is, his heart, could not be destroyed at all.

Even though his body had long since been destroyed by the bombardment of countless holy lights, flames, and thunderbolts, the heart was still intact and continued to beat tenaciously. So, the priests came up with a way and decided to use local materials and use a newly excavated magic spring in Fryjes City to set up a magic array to completely seal this demonic heart.

In order to hide people's eyes, the rulers even enlisted dwarves to help. At the cost of providing 10,000 barrels of high-quality ale wine to the Lonely Mountain Kingdom free of charge every year, the dwarves built a consulate on the magic array.

That's a good note. I'm afraid no one would have thought that the three major temples would actually hide the vital evil in the dwarven consulate.

However, with enough time and resources, and if you are smart enough, this kind of secret can also be unearthed.

Zakaria is the kind of person who has the time and resources, and is smart enough. So it was only natural that he was able to reveal this secret and finally come to the underground of this dwarven consulate, only one step away from the demon's heart.

And this short distance is about to be crossed as the dark elves continue to chant.

As Zakaria's lips closed together, the magical runes on the ground began to lose their effectiveness one by one. The complex geometries built up with a high level of arcane knowledge are also constantly dimming and losing their brilliance. The magical thread that surrounds the demon's heart is like being cut through by an invisible pair of scissors, breaking and then disappearing.

The collapse of the magic array caused the vibration of the source energy, and then the entire underground space began to rumble, as if it would collapse at any time. But Zakaria didn't care, just walked leisurely to the middle, and then grabbed the demon heart.

A scorching, hot, tingling sensation passed from where the fingertips touched the demon's heart and into the body. But the dark elves laughed heartily, with a kind of supreme joy that their long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.

He grabbed the demonic heart, and felt as if his entire body and soul were about to start beating with it.

"Well, the most crucial step has been reached. Now, as long as I wait until the Huiyang Festival comes, I will extract all the divine power in the demon's heart and integrate it into my body, and I'm done! ”

After achieving his goal, Zakaria did not waste any more time, and immediately gathered his subordinates to evacuate the dwarven consulate.

But just as he walked out of the building, he was stopped by a group of annoying strangers.

Well, for cultists, the sword-wielding, silver-armored Templars are a nuisance. But for the people of Freiris City, these people can be called a savior.

Led by a total of twenty-four temple warriors, was a middle-aged woman wearing a long skirt of a nun. Although she doesn't seem to be particularly outstanding other than being stern and plain. However, for the clergy of the Temple of Dawn in the entire Changxia Province, she is a sexist that cannot be ignored. (To be continued!)

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