Iresh's words fell, but the big man didn't react, just turned over.

purring,

After a while, the low snoring sounded again.

"You know," Iresh shrugged, embarrassed, "we always run into some weird guys every day. ”

I think you're weird too, you're not a serious person!

The corners of Chu Feiyu's mouth twitched slightly, and he was speechless in his heart.

He glanced around the room, and saw no one else, so he found a bed in the corner and lay down.

"Oh......"

The comfortable and soft bedding made him moan.

There was a faint smell of sweat from the end of his nose, like iron soaking, but there was no imaginary smell of rot.

Chu Feiyu's brows furrowed, and he stretched out a finger and rubbed it lightly on the sheets.

"No dust......

Iresh returned to his bedside and sat down on the table next to him, rummaging for something, while the other big man was still asleep.

Seeing this, Chu Feiyu sat up quietly and slowly paced to another empty bed.

"Or clean?"

He was a little surprised, he could imagine how clean a bed was, and it would be a little strange if all the empty beds were so tidy.

Although the guards are required to live in dormitory due to militarized management, it seems difficult to ask them to help keep roommates' beds tidy and tidy with Western ideology.

Then there is only one possibility:

These beds were occupied, not long ago!

He had counted sixteen beds in total, but now on closer inspection, only six beds were occupied.

"What is the reason for the rapid attrition of a squadron in a short period of time, even reaching 60%?"

It's really hard to understand,

It's uncomfortable to be in a world full of unknowns and lies.

Chu Feiyu didn't know what their purpose was for recruiting him, if he wanted to pull him as a substitute for the dead ghost......

"Hey, hey"

Chu Feiyu walked to the window, stretched out his hand to hold the dust churning in the sun, his eyes were cold.

Sunlight poured through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and a blood-red figure stood in front of the throne under the statue of the god.

He was clad in blood-red clerical robes and had a magnificent silver crown on his head. Carrying his hands on his back, his figure is rickety. But there is an indescribable smell of religious mystery.

"God Says: Will Cleanse from Sin"

"God Says: Will Give New Life"

"God Says: Flowers Will Wither"

The magnetic husky bass reverberates in the church, with an eerie and harmonious rhythm.

The blood-red robe slumped and trembling to the throne, looking very small in front of the tall statue.

The golden throne under the statue of the god is magnificent, the shape is classical, and the carving is a strange pattern, like the car of the sun god in mythological times.

The man's body curled up under a wide robe, standing still.

It seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally, a thin pale handstamp stretched out and rested on the throne, the ancient silver ring and gold carving on the middle finger shining brightly.

He caressed the throne almost greedily, as if he were his most beloved lover.

"And God said: There will be new spokesmen."

"Boom"

A hoarse laugh rang out like a night owl wandering in the darkness, out of place in the sacred church.

Madness and majesty!

Beneath the solemn idol, his most trusted spokesman laughed like a madman.

The doctrine of order and peace disappeared from the red-robed figure.

He became more and more unscrupulous, and even sat down directly on the throne of the gods.

Sit on the throne of God alone, or leader.

"Is this how the Sect Master feels?"

He leaned back on the throne covered with white deerskin, leaning back slightly, revealing his thin chin.

The skin is soft and beardless, and it looks old.

But on the neck hidden under the collar, the hideous cyan veins continue to writhe, which is extremely weird.

The red-robed figure sat casually on the throne of the gods, which was already the greatest blasphemy against the gods.

But he didn't hold back, because he knew that it wasn't long before everything would be under his control.

The feeling of control made him so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes in comfort.

The gaze constantly roams the church through the narrow triangular eyes, past the auxiliary images on the surrounding walls, and wanders to the tall white marble door.

The gate is ten meters high and is carved from two complete marble blocks, with intricate patterns and religious styles.

"Someone!"

creak

The tall carved wood and stone door was pushed open from the outside, and there was no sense of obstruction in the slow sliding.

Apparently a complex bracket was installed in the doorway.

A gray-robed man walked in from behind the door, put one hand on his chest and made a religious salute, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, listen to your commands." ”

"How's going on at the Duke's Palace?"

The voice of the red robe returned to peace again, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"The castle of Ironthorn is well designed, there are almost no dead spots, and there are the best guards, it is difficult to sneak in from the outside, we ......"

"So you've failed?"

The red-robed bishop's voice was unhurried, but there was a flash of gloom in his eyes.

The gray-robed man felt a chill down his spine, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, Lord Assas, under the guidance of God, we have succeeded. ”

"Ahem," the gray-robed man smirked, "The Iron Thorn Flower Castle seems to be impregnable, but it actually has weaknesses. ”

"Oh?"

"Its deadly hole is underground!"

"The underground drainage system of the Iron City is perfect, it is still running unimpeded for a hundred years, I have to say that the person who designed it is indeed a genius, but it is the underground system that extends in all directions that gives us the opportunity,"

"Our best assassin has passed through the underground passages and infiltrated without even noticing!"

"Great!"

The bishop, who had been gloomy just now, couldn't help but smile with joy on his face, and smiled like a brilliant sunflower.

With his state of mind, he couldn't help but fluctuate violently.

The blasphemers, the traitors......

Do you think you can atone for your sins?

The revival of the Cult of God begins with the rust of iron thorns!

"Just ......"

Just as he began to reverie about the hegemony of the grand cause, the gray-robed man suddenly interrupted him.

"Just what?"

Looking at his most trusted subordinates, the red-robed bishop didn't have a good airway.

"My lord, do you remember those Milicians?"

"Them?" The red-robed bishop twitched, but the group of people made a deep impression on him.

"It's them, the bad news, that the clergyman in charge of liaising with the Assassins was killed in that battle."

Silence suddenly returned to the church, and the red-robed bishop on the throne closed his eyes and was silent.

Gross,

The gray-robed priest's heart chuckled, and he cried out that it was not good.

The Bishop's appearance was clearly genuinely angry.

He was so anxious that he was full of men, and his heart was full of uneasiness.

But when it comes to it, that idiot was hacked to death because he was not good at learning, what does it matter to me?

He couldn't help but feel the sadness of the little people, if it weren't for the fact that the death hole was in his hands, who would be willing to risk their lives to be angry in this place?

"Has the token been delivered?"

Finally hearing the response, the gray-robed man hurriedly replied: "The token assassin is carried with him, I gave a death order, unless he goes to hell to see the devil, the responsible token will definitely not be lost!" ”

"That's good"

Pedaling, Pedaling,

The red-robed bishop stepped down from the throne, slowly approached him, and said with a kind face: "The Iron Thorn Flower is me...... And the master's henchmen, we've already failed once, we can't have a second time, you know? ”

"I understand, I understand!"

The gray-robed priest rolled up his delicate cuffs and wiped the sweat from his face, his heart full of mixed feelings.

If it's not the master......

He would never throw himself under the Asthas sect, this bishop is merciful and ruthless, two-faced and three-stabbed, and has the image of a wolf, which is really not easy.

I have no choice but to find another way out.

It was getting dark, and when I looked up, I could see the setting sun shining on the castle's golden roof.

Like a lighthouse, it stands tall between the groups.

Chu Feiyu had already changed into a crisp black uniform, equipped with a short firecracker, and now he looked like he was also presentable.

He also met with the other four sentries, but he didn't see Squadron Leader Luthor.

What embarrassed him was that the relationship between the team members seemed to be very cold, and no one came up to talk to him, but he was happy to be idle.

According to the notice, he would follow the captain for the first patrol in the second half of the night, so Chu Feiyu fell asleep early.

Until a certain moment, the cold system sounds.

"The first phase of the mission of "Biochemical Evil God" is over, and those who do not complete it will be punished.

Penalty Completed, Current Number of Survivors: 10"

"There are 10 people left?"

Chu Feiyu had already woken up.

According to the clues provided by Chen Hui, the full strength of the three search teams should be 15 people, and with him, a total of 16 people in this mission world are theoretically involved.

That is, six people were eliminated in the first stage of the mission.

What a terrible survival rate!

Chu Feiyu didn't understand what the purpose of the Heart of the World was, according to this elimination rate, I am afraid that only a very small number of people will be able to go to the end, and the ones who can survive in the end are definitely those who are wise and close to demons, and unscrupulous means.

"The first stage of the mission is complete, and the return option is enabled."

"Executor No. 12114, whether to end this mission, choose to immediately end the competition for the heart of the world that will be lost, and start to settle rewards with the current strategy."

Nani?

You can also choose to end the mission, Chu Feiyu was stunned for a moment, "It seems that the heart of the world has not done anything yet." ”

If you can return after the first stage, then the task is not too difficult, just honestly find Ashley.

Choosing to return now?

Chu Feiyu shook his head, he was now in an awkward position, not a novice was slightly stronger, but he couldn't compare to a veteran of one or two worlds more than him.

Learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

This is exactly what he is in, and the reality is that he has no choice at all.

"I choose to continue the mission."

After he made his choice, about ten minutes later, the system tone sounded again, "Return complete, current number of world executors: 10"

？？？

Chu Feiyu was a little surprised this time,

"There are so many people who are not afraid of death"

"The second stage of the mission is on!"