In terms of the arrangement of the ranks, the distribution of monks is the safest.

Two newcomers with 'weak' strength are the safest with the main army, and the monk did not expect the two newcomers sent by the Federation to play any role in the journey through the misty forest.

Even if he had some idea at first, when he was on the train, he found that the six newcomers didn't even know some basic common sense, so he had already given up his original idea.

Now he only hopes that Song Qingxiao and No. 4 in the team can try their best to save their lives and not add extra trouble to everyone.

If you can get out of the misty forest and reach the canyon of the dead as safely as possible after determining the route, completing the mission will be the best result.

At this time, when she heard Song Qingxiao offer to go to the church with them, not only the saint was surprised, but even the monk was stunned.

"Together?" He turned his head and glanced at Song Qingxiao.

Among the six newcomers, Song Qingxiao made a deep impression on him, in addition to the questions she asked about Hayas's cultivation when she was on the train, and her final choice of the 'Bright' line, which also made the monk quite affectionate to her.

"There may be unknown dangers in the church." There was a hint of hesitation on the monk's countenance.

He was born in the Church of the Sun and had a very special affection for the church, and he would not have said such a thing if it were not for the peculiar circumstances.

But this village has been invaded by darkness, it is not clear what happened to the village before the accident, every corner of this place, there may still be minions of the dark forces, and the church may also be corrupted by the dark forces.

At this point, going to the church is a bit of a risky move.

"The three of us may not be able to give you complete shelter."

Among the three, one is a powerful swordsman, one is a law monk, and the other is an elf who is known for his movements and sensitivity.

On the contrary, among the people left behind, there is the existence of Raphael, there are powerful magicians, and the most important thing is that the holy maidens who are good at holy light shields and healing techniques are in charge, which is enough to form a powerful combination to protect ordinary people.

"I don't need your protection." Song Qingxiao's expression was firm, and he had obviously made up his mind to follow them all the way.

Seeing that he could not convince her, the monk hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly:

"Okay then."

Judging from his tone and demeanor, he still disagreed with Song Qingxiao's actions.

However, the mystery of the Sun Worship Court did not teach him to refuse the request of the 'believers', although the monk felt that something was wrong, but he still agreed at Song Qingxiao's insistence.

"But be careful, follow Arthur."

Arthur was a powerful swordsman, much stronger and more reliable than a physically weak mage.

Song Qing nodded, and the monk turned around:

"Sai Ji gave her a blessing."

He had already recognized the recklessness in Song Qingxiao's character in his heart, and began to doubt whether she could successfully complete the Federation's entrustment.

With undisguised worry on her face, the saint heard the monk's words, still holding her hands and quickly sending a blessing.

Song Qingxiao sensed that the moment she recited the spell, a layer of power shield condensed by spiritual power fell on herself, somewhat similar to a huge light cocoon, protecting her in it.

It's just that the power of this light cocoon is very weak, and it is extremely fragile to her, and it seems that it can easily be broken with a single impact of spiritual power.

Probably if there is a crisis, this light cocoon should barely be able to block the surprise attack of a Infant Realm level cultivator, for Song Qingxiao, the significance is greater than the actual function.

When the monk saw the halo on Song Qingxiao's body, his frowning brows relaxed slightly, but as if he remembered something, he immediately turned into even greater worry, and glanced at the saint again and again, but finally said nothing.

"With the blessing of this holy woman, it is enough to resist the ordinary dark creatures from harming you."

The blessing of the Holy Maiden is equivalent to a 'miniaturized' shield of holy light, even if it is in danger, as long as the shield light is not broken, others can react.

For the monk, Song Qingxiao had the existence of this blessing, and his chances of survival had increased a lot.

"You rest here, and cry out for help when you are in danger." The location of the church is not far from the center of the village, "If the church is not in danger, we will notify you to come up and gather." ”

After explaining the general matters, the saint and the others bowed slightly.

When the lake dried up, the middle of the village exposed a large area of sand that had been largely submerged by the lake.

They chose a large open space and surrounded the saint with their backs against each other, while Edward sat on the ground facing the entrance of the village.

Raphael didn't move, but turned his head, as if looking at the treehouses in the sky.

The team of four on the other side had already rounded the lake and stood at the bottom of the steps.

From the bottom up, there are 28 staircases, and there is a long interval between every seven steps, dividing this section of staircase into four orderly sections.

It is located in the deep depression of the dense forest, with abundant moisture and humid air, but there is no moss or anything growing on the steps, but it seems to have a layer of black frost and dirt.

"I smell death."

The elf sniffed, and said this with a little pity and a sigh, as if he had guessed the fate of the original people in the village.

The swordsman is armed with a long sword and is the first to open the way.

Song Qingxiao followed him, followed by the monk, and the elf walked on her left hand side with a vigilant expression.

With the sound of rustling footsteps, several people went up the steps, and the black mist that shrouded the steps seemed to be disturbed by the arrival of the four people, churning in the air.

The wind blew in from the direction of the entrance of the village, rolling the leaves and branches and buds, and making a tone like a sigh, which circled the ears of the four people, and made several people nervous.

The swordsman who walked in the front increased his vigilance, and the higher he went, the stronger Song Qingxiao sensed the aura of necromancy.

Thanks to the blessing of the Fan family, she has dealt with the Fan family, who are good at raising corpses and playing ghosts, and she is extremely sensitive to breath sensing such as death qi and yin qi.

There should have been deaths in this church, and that kind of corpse can't be hidden.

After the four of them had climbed three flights of stairs without any danger, the monk broke the silence of the group:

"The villagers here should be devout believers."

"How?" The swordsman seemed to be a person who was not good at words, and after the elf entered the village, he seemed to fall into a strange silence, only Song Qingxiao took over the topic of the monk, which made the monk not fall into the embarrassment of talking to himself.

Most of the older people have the habit of being good teachers, and monks are no exception.

He was in good spirits and was happy to solve Song Qingxiao's doubts:

"You see, there are seven steps on each staircase, and there are four levels in total."

This is because the two great sages of that year hunted a total of twenty-eight evil dragons in four months during the era when the evil dragons ruled the continent.

After the establishment of the Sun Worship Shrine, this event was recorded in the Chronicle of the Sun Worship Shrine as the life record of the 'Ri' sage.

Since then, believers in the Federation who worship the great sages have designated numbers such as 4, 7, and 28 as lucky numbers, and even applied such numbers to their lives.

The fact that the humble churches in this small mountain village in the misty forest can follow these lucky numbers on the staircase is enough to show their loyalty to the Holy See and their worship of the sages of the 'day'.

"It's a pity, I hope the light can bless them." After discovering that it was inhabited by loyal believers, the monk's tone took on an even stronger look of regret:

"Maybe they've moved somewhere else."

In fact, at this point, everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts, and the monk was just comforting himself.

The elves and swordsmen were even more silent, and several of them invariably quickened their pace, and after climbing the remaining seven steps up, everyone soon saw the square in front of the church.

Compared with the simple and elegant treehouses in the village, the style of the church is undoubtedly much more ornate.

Even if it was invaded by the darkness, Song Qingxiao could still see that every brick and tile in the square had been carefully polished by craftsmen.

The village is not large, but the square in front of the church is not small, at least hundreds of people can be accommodated.

It's just that after the accident in the village, the square here has been uncleaned, and it has been piled up with a thick layer of fallen leaves and mud, and it looks like it has been abandoned for several years.

In the center of the square is a huge statue about five meters high, which seems to be stepping on something.

The statue was covered with a thick layer of dirt, and even the leaves on the ground were blown by the wind in the dense forest, and the original shadow of the statue could no longer be seen.

In the distance is the church that should be sacred, but now the church is backed by the mountain wall, almost blending with the black shadow, and shrouded in black fog, which seems to not only not bring people peace of mind, but because of the desolation of this place, it gives people a somewhat gloomy and cold feeling.

"Feanor, take a look around." The moment the monk saw the statue, there was a little excitement in his eyes, but in the end, he turned into a vigilant look, his eyes turned around, and he commanded.

The elf's movements are swift and reflexes are quick, and it is perfect for him to find his way.

The place was extremely quiet, and the monk's voice spread out, as if it had been amplified several times, and the dead silence of the place was brought to life at once.

A cold wind blew from behind, and the leaves on the ground were stirred, like layers of black tides, and the 'rustle' sound surged in the direction of the church.

The black mist solidified in mid-air was also 'alarmed', pushed and rolled by the wind, stacked thicker, like a thick black cloud before the mountain rain was about to come, almost completely blocking out the faint light brought by the magic lamp that had just been lit below the village.

"Okay."

The elf answered, and the figure quickly rushed towards the black mist, and disappeared in a few flashes.

"Let's take a look, too." The monk froze down, he said this to Arthur, and the swordsman who walked in the front silently raised his sword and walked forward.

As a few people entered the square, it became quieter, and even the voices of the temporarily waiting survivors below the village could not be heard.

Song Qingxiao sensed that after entering this place, the aura of darkness was stronger than in the village.

The faint corpse qi is mixed with the rich yin qi, the breath here is originally suitable for raising corpses, if there is a deceased in the church, and the corpse is not disposed of in time, in this case, the corpse may have to undergo some changes.

These auras aggravated the darkness of the place, creating a kind of mental repression, trying to 'trap' the four people who broke into the church.

She hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

The monk and the swordsman walked to the center of the square and stopped in front of the tall statue.

"It's a statue of a sage." The monk's gaze was so enthusiastic that he didn't even care about the robes he was wearing, and he rolled up his sleeves and wiped the base of the statue.

This place is located in the dense forest, the water system is rich in spiritual power, and the dirt on the statue also seems to be wet, and he immediately wiped off the dirt on it, revealing a white and flawless jade color.

This statue was actually carved from white jade, but it was covered in dust, completely blocking its original color.

It seems to have carved a creeping dragon under its feet, and it was stepped on by its feet, which should be a tribute to the merits of the sages of the 'day' in driving away the evil dragons.

From below, the statue was half-bowed head, and it was supposed to be carved with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but because of the dust, this smile seemed to be a little distorted at this time, like the magic jack-o-lantern hanging at the entrance of the village.

The faint glow of the glowing green magic lamp was blocked by the black fog, and when it reached the church, it seemed even fainter.

When Song Qingxiao looked up, she saw that the faint light reflected on the statue's face, and its eyes seemed to have a dark light turning with this faint light, making the statue's expression seem to come to life, and she looked at her.

Her divine sense also caught a faint mental fluctuation, and her eyes froze, and before she could explore the depths, she heard a breath in her ears quickly leaning towards the three of them-

The elves who had been sent out by the monks had returned.

From below, the statue was half-bowed head, and it was supposed to be carved with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but because of the dust, this smile seemed to be a little distorted at this time, like the magic jack-o-lantern hanging at the entrance of the village.

The faint glow of the glowing green magic lamp was blocked by the black fog, and when it reached the church, it seemed even fainter.

When Song Qingxiao looked up, she saw that the faint light reflected on the statue's face, and its eyes seemed to have a dark light turning with this faint light, making the statue's expression seem to come to life, and she looked at her.

Her divine sense also caught a faint mental fluctuation, and before she could explore it, she heard a breath in her ears quickly leaning towards the three of them--

The elves who had been sent out by the monks had returned.