Draenor didn't say a word before he walked out of the forest, and he was recalling the girl's babbling, which sounded illogical, but was unconsciously strung together into complete sentences, hinting at what happened in the lighthouse church

Once again, Amoro's speculation was self-defeating, and it was confirmed to be a manifestation of victim paranoia. From Lopud's words, Draenor could imagine that the "demon" entrenched in the lighthouse church was most likely the Azra, and if that was the case, there would be little time left for the poor explorer.

The tactile feeling underfoot changed from mud to solid, and the angular silhouette of abandoned houses gradually emerged around them, and the white buildings and black shadows intertwined, like a huge chessboard laid out in front of them. Looking into the distance, there stood a lighthouse like a bullet shell on the corner of the hill near the coast, and no light could be seen from the hollow top of the tower, and the oval lantern gazed at the shore like eyes, but could no longer guide the passing ships.

Lopud unfolded Niasha's hand-drawn drawing in front of him, and the building in the shape of a "king" chess piece was the lighthouse in front of him. At the top of it stand three large metal circles, representing the waxing and waning of the moon, and the church supported by Roman stone pillars at the bottom must be the place that everyone has been looking for.

"You can feel it, right?" Amoro suddenly asked Lopud, "That blood-pumping mystery that has become a lair of wild beasts. ”

"The lighthouse church of Flora, the god of the moon, finally has the opportunity to see her in person. Draenau, be vigilant, the hunt can begin at any moment. Instead of responding directly to Amoro's question, Lopud pulled out the thorn and coiled it around his right arm, pulled the brim of his hat a little lower, and walked towards the lighthouse.

Are we really ready, and where do we start? As he walked to the door of the church, Draenor's mind was full of doubts, the work of Nagseus's investigation team had left him with some kind of incurable occupational disease, and if he wanted to catch the prisoner or rescue the victim, he had to find obvious clues first, and then solve those problems at once when everything was ready.

But it was clear that this was not in line with the exorcism, and they seemed to be acting entirely on experience and intuition, suddenly stepping into the abyss unprepared. But they're not exactly simple-minded weirdos with big limbs, and this style of doing things will undoubtedly drastically shorten the progress of the mission, increase efficiency and eliminate the dilemma in front of them with those reliable weapons......

Through the gate that no longer existed, the three of them entered the ash-strewn hall of the church, where the huge statue burned brown still with open arms, bowing its head to the long-dead believers, her marble eyes covered in a black mist, as if unwilling to open their eyes to see the tragedy that befell the island.

There were no living people, and no sign of wild beasts was seen, except for four or five charred corpses on their knees, their hands interlocked above their heads, their dry mouths still open, as if to plead out their despair to the gods they admired.

"That's the first incarnation of the moon god - Flora." Lopud looked up at the statue and said, "She was originally a Daredevil maiden, a hybrid of Nikanros and Daredevil to be exact, who returned to Luna Omon after leading the Sadrows to the northern ice fields of Vlaktu, bringing good news to the people here. ”

"She led the people to build the city of Luna Omon and brought the dead trees full of fruit to save the innocent who were suffering from hunger, all in less than three years......"

Then she rose into the air, flew into the air like a bird struggling in a storm, and disappeared into the night of the full moon. Okay, can fairy tales end? Amoro interrupted Lopud as he stared at the relief on the right side of the hall.

"Well, the priority is to find Leonid as soon as possible...... Stay away from those threads. Lopud suddenly pulled Amoro aside and pointed to a dark corner.

Silk thread? Delaeno was a little confused, and he tried to keep his eyes open and desperately look into the corner, but there was nothing but some peeling reliefs!

"Draenor, where did you get that thing from?" The moment he walked up to the statue, Lopud suddenly asked.

"What's that?" Draenor was a little confused, his train of thought couldn't keep up with the changes in the topic of exorcists.

"The cylindrical mirror in your right pocket, where did it come from?" Lopud asked.

Draenor subconsciously pulled out the delicate cylindrical mirror from his pocket, not knowing exactly when the other party had noticed it.

"Caesar gave it to me the last time I went to the Palace of Forgiveness, do you know this tool?"

"Very familiar, this is the invention of the old hunter Limaog, the 'Dream Eye' made of transparent crystalstone shards, for exorcists who lack hunting experience. It allows you to observe visions that are imperceptible to the naked eye, such as right now. ”

Can you use it here too? Suspicious, Draenor wiped the dust off the mirror and stuck it in the socket of his right eye

The moment he reopened his eyes, he did see what Lopud had mentioned: threads of light peeking out of the cracks in the reliefs like seaweed, squirming slightly, some of them extending towards the two exorcists in front of him, as if trying to reach their eyeballs.

"These are invisible ghosts, threads kneaded by the lives of the deceased, and no one knows why they arise, but I promise you won't want to touch them...... Experienced exorcists can spot their existence with the naked eye, and now even you can see it. ”

Lopud stared coldly at the threads, and walked out of their reach to the staircase of the church.

"And the light of these silk threads is still very faint, they were formed not long ago, and some of the pioneers who came here with father and daughter have already been killed."

At this moment, a huge shadow suddenly flew outside the window, obscuring the moonlight spilling on the church hall for a short moment, and Draenor heard the tremor of the air pushed by the leather wings, and in less than two seconds the surroundings returned to silence, everything seemed to be a passing illusion.

"Is it a Screaming Demon?" He whispered to the exorcist, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the gun around his ear.

"Ten times more disgusting than that, a gargoyle." Lopud left the light-soaked area, seemingly sensing the monster's whereabouts, "It's foraging, it's already orienting its prey, it's upstairs." ”

"That's the last thing to think about, and we need to search it thoroughly. See these pitiful corpses? Some of them were burned to death, and some of them starved to death to escape wild beasts. We'll have to work hard, Leonid's name won't be engraved on his face! Amoro leaned at the foot of the statue and muttered, in his opinion, it was a waste of time to go out of his way to find the explorer.

"Of course not, because his name is engraved somewhere else." Lopud stooped down to pick up something and held the metal pendant in front of him, "It seems that Mr. Leonid did pass by here and dropped the most important thing." ”

It is a plate! Draenor could see it clearly, this was a nameplate issued by the Evenryde Barracks, and it was the only token that could prove the identity of the deceased on the battlefield full of gunfire. That is, the explorer is nearby!

At that moment, there was a sudden murmur from the stairwell, as hoarse and indistinct as the sound of the wind passing through the wasteland.

"Pure and immaculate Flora, why did you leave us?"