It's a very special door.

Bright to the point of ethereal red is its main hue, but aside from these hues, it is more like the mouth of a ferocious beast, and anyone who enters it is as if it is about to be swallowed.

There were guards here, but at this moment, these two guards were knocked to the ground by Lyman.

However, Lyman, as the victor, frowned - because the two guards in front of him had been dead for a long time; To put it simply, these are two undead creatures.

The reason for his frown was that the two undead creatures did not show any of the characteristics of the undead, on the contrary, they were the same as normal humans in terms of words and behavior.

The breath, in particular, is exactly the same.

The undead exude the same aura as the living, which is enough to make people curious, and even more curious is the strange gate in front of them.

Because, in his mind, the 'picture after he touched', Lyman very consciously did not touch this strange door, but looked at it carefully, and in his mind, all kinds of hypotheses kept appearing, but no matter what hypothesis, it was the result of the same.

And this kind of ordinary result naturally caused Lyman to start looking away.

He does not doubt his own abilities and, therefore, absolutely does not doubt everything he assues; And after putting these two items aside, the only possibility is naturally that he chose the wrong direction.

Lyman looked around—

This is the deepest part of the Inquisition, and only a handful of two corridors in a mess lead here, and one of them is full of traps.

And the reason why he was able to enter here smoothly. Naturally, it was because of the help of the Archbishop of House; Not only did he be given a complete map. There is also the distribution of the vast majority of patrols here; on this. Lyman expressed his gratitude, of course, for his allies for finding such an assistant.

As for Archbishop House himself?

Lyman didn't feel any gratitude, because he knew very well why the other party would do it.

Enemies, friends, and somewhere in between, Lyman has always been very clear.

According to the map in your mind. Lyman looked to the other side of the hallway.

In the center of this corridor is this strange gate, and on both sides, there are two correct passageways, like a 'convex' word.

There are corners, turns, and not even smooth.

At this moment, Lyman was walking to the right, on the path full of traps.

Avoiding one trap after another, Lyman easily came to the first corner, and he began to look again. And a moment later, his palm lightly slapped against the wall in front of him—

Slap, slap, slap......

Bang!

Click!

After several successive attempts to no avail. There was a sound of a machine spring, and the stone wall in front of him began to move to the right, and Lyman clenched the long sword in his hand - the short sword Lyman did not discard, it was inserted into the scabbard, and the long sword in his hand at the moment was the standard long sword of the black-clothed deacon.

Although it is a standard long sword, it must not underestimate the sharpness in it, especially in the face of flesh and blood creatures, even if it is a rusty sword, it is enough to kill, not to mention the long sword itself is meant to kill, the sharp tenacity, the sword spine with a slight arc, are all for cutting.

Therefore, when the sword light flickered, the four people who rushed in front of him fell like this.

Dressed the same as the two guards in front of the extremely weird gate before, but the aura is a little different, although the breath of the undead still does not exist, but on the bodies of these four guards, Lyman feels the obvious violent aura, and after a slight inspection, he is very sure.

"Madness after the backlash?"

Lyman muttered, and then stepped forward.

The map he got from House was useless when he entered it, and the rest had to move forward on his own.

Although Lyman did not have the same [Blind Fighting Perception] as Ye Qi, his own ability to deal with everything in front of him was enough.

Behind the stone door is a long and narrow corridor, which only allows two people to pass side by side, only the entrance is slightly wider, and a few more people can stand, but the range is still some; Lyman stepped past the corpses on the ground, and then stepped into the narrow hallway.

The lights dispelled the darkness, but there was silence.

There was not the slightest sound other than the sound of Lyman's own footsteps, so that any sound would have been noticeable in such a situation.

It's just that Lyman didn't pay attention to it and continued to move forward like this.

There are traps!

Lyman's ability told him very clearly what would happen if he paused because of the sound - a [illusion] and a delay trap, it seems very simple, but such simplicity does not mean that it is mediocre, on the contrary, such a trap is excellent.

After hearing such a sound, the normal reaction of any person will be to stop and observe, and once it stops, the stone slab under his feet will begin to sink due to the continuous weight, very subtle changes, but when it reaches a limit, suddenly, countless short spears and poisonous water will shoot out of this narrow corridor.

In what Lyman 'sees', this is what he sees.

At the end of the corridor was a staircase that swirled towards the bottom of the staircase, and after stepping down the staircase, it suddenly opened up, and a hall full of prisons appeared in front of Lyman's eyes.

Of course, more of the furious guards at the entrance also began to rush towards Lyman.

Perhaps, these guards are very difficult to deal with in certain situations, but at this time, they are very easy to solve, even much simpler than ordinary black deacons.

When everything was all settled, Lyman began to look for a way to move forward.

There was a gate in front of it, but there was a trap - a trap filled with poison gas.

And so one after another traps. It was enough for Lyman to have a new understanding of the long-dead warden of the Holy Prison. It's not just cunning. Even with a kind of playful abuse.

To put it simply, it is to use the other person's life as a kind of fun.

In this regard, Lyman is not qualified to judge the other party, after all, if you are serious, he is not much worse - although their starting points are different, but in essence, the result is the same.

But. Even so, Lyman still hated the warden.

And when he found the right channel, this disgust began to become more intense-

This correct passage, located in a stone pillar used as a support in the hall, was a small door that could be entered by bending down in a flash, and the strong smell of corpses coming from inside made Lyman frown, and when he saw everything in front of him thoroughly, he frowned slightly.

Everything in front of you. To use a metaphor, it's a combination of a slaughterhouse and an operating table.

Blood mixed with the flesh was thick. It was like mud on the ground, the internal organs were discarded everywhere like garbage, and the intestines were hung on top of the head like ropes.

Stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere.

Of course, none of this was the point—looking at a humanoid specimen with a horse's head and body, or a strange and uncomfortable specimen like a tiger's upper and lower body, Lyman's disgust began to rise.

Therefore, when he saw the men rushing towards him dressed like a combination of a butcher and a doctor, Lyman even asked. Sex. There is no quality, and he directly raises his sword and falls, harvesting the lives of these beings - although they are supposed to be intelligent creatures, however, Lyman is not willing to talk to them.

When a being like this fell from Lyman's sword in the back left, he approached another passage.

Compared to the previous blood, this place seems to be slightly cleaner.

However, it was like a freezer, which made Lyman speed up.

Even if he didn't need the ability to 'see', Lyman could clearly know what was in it, and after 'seeing', he was only more affirmative.

Another door.

Unlike other doors, which have traps at the back, this one is harmless.

Pushing open silently, Lyman stepped inside, and at first glance he saw the strange gate—obviously, behind it.

Another entrance to the Holy Prison.

And the man sitting on a chair in front of him attracted Lyman's attention-

"Moran?"

Lyman asked, somewhat uncertainly.

"No, I'm just Lord Moran's assistant!"

An assistant who has exactly the same appearance as the warden introduces himself like this.

"I need something!"

Lyman asked directly.

"Even if you're a guest walking in through the friendly passageway, you won't be able to take anything without Lord Moran's permission!"

The assistant's answer was very rigid, like a robot, which made Lyman's eyes flicker.

Faced with an existence with true thinking and an existence with inherent thinking, the former seems difficult, but it is easy to overcome for various reasons; The latter seems to be easy and traceable, but that kind of rigidity is enough to make anyone's rhetoric useless.

So Lyman tried to be tempting, proposing, "What if it's an exchange?" ”

"Lord Moran accepts the exchange, please come with me!"

The assistant spoke, walking to the iron door to the side—an easy promise, to Lyman's surprise, and a moment later, a sneer appeared on the corner of Lyman's mouth.

He slowly followed.

……

Just as Lyman stepped into the prison, the first 'guests' appeared at the entrance to the sacred mountain, except for Tozan.

"Iyeta!"

Mordred whispered, and the Pope, who was standing on the bell tower at the top of the hill, was not the slightest surprised by the former's arrival, but waved his palm as if he were a friend.

"Long time no see, Mordred!"

Iyeta said this, then pointed to Tozan, who was nailed to the outer rock wall, and continued: "Are you here for Tozan? ”

"You're knowingly asking!"

Mordred said this, and after the words fell, it was as if the Lord of the Tower of Thorns had lost all patience. A dodge vanished from the spot. When it reappears. Standing behind Iyeta, the palms of his two hands, like the sharpest knives, stabbed into Iyeta's neck and the back of the heart, respectively.

Loud and impressive, obviously without the slightest mercy!

However, at the next moment, such a merciless attack stopped like this-

"Morey!"

Such a voice suddenly appeared behind Mordred, subconsciously. The tower master of the Tower of Thorns turned to look behind him, and saw that under the grip of the two black-clothed deacons under the bell tower, a woman in a simple coarse cloth dress was standing there, although her face was a little old, but if you looked closely, it was exactly the same as the tower master of wisdom.

"Mom!"

The Lord of the Tower of Thorns shouted, and then, without thinking, rushed there, and while Mordred's body was still in mid-air, the two black-clad deacons holding the lady were distorted by an invisible force—a complete distortion. It's like a wet towel, twisted and twisted.

But. It's weird, but no blood is shedding.

Bang!

Although the two black-clad deacons were distorted, the Lord of the Tower of Thorns did not get any close to the lady, and an invisible shield appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Mordred frantically attacked the shield, and the lady inside was also slapping the shield.

However, it is not of the slightest use, and even the voice cannot be penetrated.

"Tsk, that's a touching picture!"

Iyeta stood on the bell tower, looking down at Mordred, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then, slowly, he said, "Actually, you can ignore it, maybe...... She's just a fake, impostor! ”

Bang!

The Tower of Thorns' answer to this was a sharp invisible attack, which struck Iyeta in the face, but was blocked by Iyeta's raised arm.

"Is that how you treat your benefactor?" Iyeta squinted and smiled, "It took me a lot of effort to find her bones and resurrect her—or do you think she can be as immortal as you are?" ”

"What do you want?"

Mordred looked at her imprisoned mother behind her and asked in a cold voice.

"What do you say? What do I need most? ”

Iyeta asked with a smile as she looked at Mordred.

"You let me help you?!"

Mordred snorted coldly and replied.

"No, no, I just want to see a good show! As for the so-called help? Iyeta smiled disdainfully, "As a god, what help do I need?" You're really too much of yourself, Mordred! ”

As he spoke, Iyeta seemed to have thought of something, and he patted his forehead lightly and said, "I forgot to tell you, the air in that shield is very limited, and an hour is the limit for a normal person - if you don't let me see a good show, I can watch a good show...... How about watching your mother suffocate with your own eyes? ”

As soon as the words fell, Iyeta felt the rapid flow of air.

However, he didn't care, instead waved his finger and said, "I don't mind if you shoot at me, but every time you shoot at me, I will shoot at your mother - how about changing it once, it's fair?" ”

Ieta looked at Mordred with a smile.

And the previous strong wind has long since dissipated without a trace; However, Iyeta still raised her right hand and snapped her fingers—

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the lady inside the shield suddenly fell backwards - with the sound of fractures, the woman spat blood from her mouth and collapsed to the ground.

Roar!

With a roar, Mordred pounced on Iyeta, completely abandoning the defense.

Obviously, after the attack on her mother, Mordred's sanity was quite suppressed, and she took on a beastly state.

"It's just a reward for what you just did - if you attack again, I'll give it back to your mother!"

Iyeta smiled faintly as she faced Mordred's imminent attack.

The attack stopped, and Mordred stepped back in front of the shield, which he turned and flapped, drawing his mother's attention - this was the only way the Lord of the Thorns could alleviate his mother's pain.

Compared to his extraordinary, his mother was just an ordinary person.

"Yi, Iyeta, stop!"

Tozan, who was nailed to the rock wall outside the bell tower, said with difficulty.

"What are you talking about? My dearest brother, I didn't hear it! ”

Iyeta turned and asked, nonchalant.

I said...... Stop it! ”

Tozan roared loudly.

"Are you rebuking me? It's the first time I've faced my brother's reprimand! There is something special about this feeling...... More of a nasty, though! ”

Iyeta raised her finger as she spoke, and suddenly a similar bloody hole appeared in Tozan's right chest.

Bang!

With a muffled popping sound, blood flowed out.

The pain made Tozan's face distort, and Iyeta, who lowered his head, seemed to be admiring a work of art, and after looking at it for a long time, he continued: "My dear brother, as a spectator, you need to have the quality of an audience, don't put forward any excessive conditions, just watch quietly!" ”

"Hey, there's another guest here! Come on, let's keep reading! ”

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