"It's the priest! He's still in this tower! ”

Leonid reflexively clenched his ears, and the moment the melody reached his ears, his pupils were covered with a white mist like a marble statue.

Draenor didn't have time to react, his knees were like two lead balls weighing dozens of kilograms, and he felt the gravity all concentrated under his feet, pulling his body to the ground, even the air inhaled into his lungs was squeezed out, and he sobbed in pain through his throat.

Someone shoved a cold stone into his mouth, trying to wake him up like a lamb saving him from heat stroke.

"Draenor! Feed! Damn rubbish, wake me up soon! ”

The rude expletiveness almost completely obscured the eerie melody, and Draenor's pupils quickly shrank until they were focused, and Amoro's angry expression could be seen.

"Hold it in your mouth, this thing will make you sober up a little!"

Amoro shouted at him in a commanding tone, pulling him up involuntarily.

"Lopud, you've got us in a big problem this time!"

"No, it's just Azra's Dream Ceremony, and I believe that the priest Leonid is the culprit, so it looks like we're in the right place."

When Draenor regained his full consciousness, he noticed that the shattered marble statues had come to life from all corners, dancing eerily to the melody of the flute, and closing in on the four of them.

The two exorcists stood side by side in front of Draenor like shields, silver whips and broadaxes reflecting the pale colors of the moonlight, illuminating the hall.

"Draenor, you should have mastered some of the abilities of the 'White Refining Fire' by now, we can't take care of you like a nanny, the latter part will be handed over to you, are you ready?" Lopud whispered, his left hand pulling out the large-caliber firearm from behind his back.

Draenor pulled Leonid's limp body behind his back and lit the slot of the dagger with flint, staring at the bloodfiends scurrying in the darkness.

"Always ready to ......"

Lopud gave a rare smile and raised his fire to a hideous white head.

"The hunt begins!!"

Draenor and the exorcist pulled the trigger at the same time, and the chains of fire, one red and one white, burst in different directions at the same time, spraying the pale skins with a dazzling color and staining the dark church crimson.

At the moment when the magazine was empty, Draenor held the barrel of the gun with his backhand, ignoring the burning sensation from his palm, and smashed the metal butt into the head of a monster like a hammer, and swung his short sword in his left hand at the same time, severing the bodies with their undeserved life with the fiery blade.

Draenor clenched his chest as the bloodfiends poured in, allowing the flames buried in the deepest part of his chest to spread wildly, tearing apart his prey with his clawed arms as his pupils turned into blue vertical strips.

In less than five minutes, there was no more pale figure in the hall of the Lighthouse Church, only a ground of ashes like confetti.

Delaenor, who had returned to his human form, sat on the lin, holding the leg of the statue next to him and panting. If it weren't for the help of the exorcist Rao, he might have been possessed by those "demons" that could turn into gelatinous substances.

"You're tired, Lopud." Amoro wiped the blood from his chest, adjusted the broadaxe to its original size, and smirked at the other exorcist.

"I never get tired, especially when I'm hunting." Lopud replied without flinching, the silver whip wrapped around his right arm that was almost buried in ashes, "Did you notice? The sound of the flute, it disappeared completely. ”

It was only then that Draenor realized that he had been holding the bitter pill in his mouth, and whatever it was, it no longer had any effect, as the hall had completely returned to its original dead silence.

"Continue to hold the 'Soul Fixing Bacteria' in your mouth, the player is nearby, and he may appear at any time." Lopud commanded him.

"Wow, ahhhh!!!h

Leonid let out a scream without warning, so frightened that Draenor almost lifted his musket to send the bullet into his head. The tormented explorer didn't know what he saw, his legs slammed into the ground, and he pointed to a corner of the wall with his trembling finger.

"The Living Dead! Devil! ”

Draenau, who had just recovered from the battle, was once again alert, and he saw a crack in the wall less than five meters away from Leonid, and the dust deposited on the relief fell like a waterfall, faintly revealing the silhouette of a man.

"Ahem, ahem! It's me! Leonid! A arm, covered in plate armor, poked out of the gap and swept away the dust in front of it, pushing the stone wall to just enough to expose half of its body.

"Michelle? You're alive! Flora bless! Leonid turned his sorrow to joy, and he crawled towards the man, and his hands were raised above his head in worship.

"I was just going to ask you that, but you're finally back to normal, you were dragged downstairs by monsters, and when you found you again, you were like a demon! Also tried to bite off my neck! ”

The man moved sideways from the wall, he was dressed in heavy plate armor, his shoulders and the top of his head were covered with the fur of unknown creatures, and the twisted scars almost obscured his rough features, looking like a barbarian living in the polar regions.

Before he could explain, the man set his eyes on the three strangers in front of him, and his right hand quickly stretched out behind his back.

"Humans?"

"As you can see."

Draenor was sure that the other party was not hostile, so he shrugged his shoulders and replied easily.

"I haven't seen you...... But since you are human, you are the 'blood relatives' of our stranded ones. Not much nonsense, let's hide in this house first, the walls are very thick, and the smell is completely insulated, and those monsters will not chase after them. ”

"You've been hiding here? Just leave me alone with those beasts!? Leonid looked at the dark hallway, with a look of disbelief on his face, and stood up and grabbed the man by the collar and asked.

At this moment, there was a slow-paced sound of footsteps coming from the stairwell, slowly walking towards the hall like a sightseeing stroll.

"You went crazy then! I've done it before! There are women and young men in the group, and I can only hide you in the cracks in the walls of the stairwell! The barbarian, known as Michelle, pushed Leonid away with his broad palm, grabbed him by the neck and carried him like a dog to the corridor of the secret room

"I don't have time to explain this to you, so come with me first! Then the priest is coming! ”

The footsteps grew clearer, and the silver whip of Lopud's right arm hung down on the lin, and he turned to the savage and shouted:

"Hide in, quick!"

Then, with all his might, he pushed the man into the chamber. At the moment when the walls were reunited, a tall figure in a black robe appeared at the top of the staircase, holding a carved stone slab in one hand and a flute like a dead tree branch in the other.

As Lopud swung his silver whip and rushed forward, the priest gently raised the flute to his lips, lowered his eyelids, and took a deep breath.

At the moment when the melody was played, Draenor saw through the cylinder mirror of his right eye that the "invisible ghosts" that had been growing on the wall suddenly stirred, and they intertwined with each other, forming countless huge tentacles that frantically slapped the ground.

The stone bricks on the church floor were peeling off like melting snow, and Draenor, who had lost his balance for a moment, had no time to dodge, and he leaped forward the moment his feet suddenly fell into the air, clasping his hands tightly on the still stone bricks.

When I looked down, I saw that the bottom of this church was facing the sea!

The arrogant waters formed a huge whirlpool, and the waves constantly crashed against the narrow cracks around him, waiting to completely engulf his half-suspended body at any moment.

He concentrated almost all his strength on his arms, clenching the brick joints again and again and sliding downward. He saw something traverse the hall, crashing into the relief on the wall on the other side...... It was Lopud's body, and Amoro was completely gone.

The flute stopped abruptly, and a dark figure walked towards him, raised his foot and stepped on his head.

"Look at you, poor lambs......"

Draenor's hands lost their last support for a split second, and they fell like empty bottles.

He heard the excited roar of the waves, and the priest's figure at the edge of the chasm shrank into a black dot, and the surrounding cliffs solidified into a dark cloud.

Immediately after, he felt a huge impact, the sea ruthlessly deprived him of his senses, his body temperature almost plummeted to zero degrees, and his body and soul were dragged madly by the vortex towards the deep sea......