"Boom !!!"

The blazing flames burst through the door of the third floor like countless mad bison, and the dazzling light filled the hallway, and shrank sharply as it was about to rush down the stairs to the fourth floor, leaving only a dark cloud that stretched higher.

The explosion occurred and disappeared without warning, and the sudden loud noise caused Draenor's eardrums to tremble at the same time as the tower, and the tormenting heat wave forced him to almost shrink into a ball.

When all this was gone, his eyes followed the direction of the firelight and returned to the hallway, where there were no more monsters, no more Michelle's body, and everything was burned to ashes.

Another survivor is gone forever...... Draenor raised his head in silence and took a sharp breath of cold air that made him feel pain. The burden that weighed on him was a little heavier.

"Come on." Lopud brushed the ash stains off his trench coat and turned his head back to Draenor.

With no end in sight to the long staircase, Draenor noticed the footsteps of his companions slowing down, as if he would wake up some terrifying monster if he moved again.

Jeanne still held Leonia's hand tightly, and from time to time she crouched down and gently stroked her cheek with her palm, hoping that this would banish the cold from her.

"Sister Jeanne...... I'm not a child anymore......" she smiled helplessly but politely, and exhaled into Jeanne's palm.

Draenor stared at the rare scene in front of him without saying a word, if it weren't for this disaster, he might have ignored Errao's move. But when the nightmare strikes, it all becomes a luxury, love, care, warmth, all become an unattainable illusion......

He looked at the girl in front of him, who had just turned fourteen, and who had been malnourished had made her look younger than she really was. Her white skin and brown hair were gifts from her father, and her delicate features and her mother were literally knocked out of the same mold. Her lips were constantly smiling, and when those hairy eyelashes were completely covered on her face, this sweet smile would make people smile along, as if they forgot that they were on the brink of hell.

If there had been no war, none of this had happened, she should have chased and frolicked in the fields of flowers like other children, and took a nap among the flowers warmed by the sun, instead of standing here like a warrior with the cold fire hammer in her hand, waiting for death......

"No way......"

The voice of the exorcist interrupted Rano's thoughts, and he turned his head and walked a few steps down the stairs, where he saw Lopud standing alone at the end of the stairs. A wall appeared in front of him, and less than a few centimeters above his head was inlaid with a string of cylindrical wheels, engraved with different characters, divided into three layers, like a giant combination lock.

Sensing his approach, Lopud deliberately moved to the left, where a dried corpse lay in the corner that had been covered by his body, with a piece of paper hidden in his toothless mouth, and Draenor picked it up without further thought.

"If you are a fellow citizen of Azra, please leave. If you want to spy on the birth of the body, open this door...... Yours sincerely, Atlêl. ”

It's the leader of the Yazrao test team, and that guy died here...... Draenor gently flipped the corpse over on his toes, and a dagger emitting white light stuck in the boneless chest cavity seemed to be the easiest way for the team leader to end his life after learning that he had been abandoned.

"What's the smell...... Jeanne closed her eyes and sniffed twice, then raised her hand to point to the wall, "It's just across the street, it smells of blood, but it doesn't look like human blood......"

Is the Moon Seed hiding place across the door...... Draenor had already made up his mind in his mind.

"There's something written on the other side." Lopud reminded him.

Flip the note over, and there was indeed a scratch on it, but it looked very blurry, as if it had been carved with a fingernail.

Delaeno couldn't read the symbols, and just as he caught another glimpse of the combination lock on the wall, he suddenly noticed the connection.

The Azra people are so crazy that they open their doors to the strangers to burn their plans! Deraeno felt a little sarcastic, and just as he was about to push the last wheel to the other side, he seemed to hear something whispering from the other side of the wall.

"My child, you will climb into the sky and become the most dazzling ......"

Taking a moment's breath, Draenor believed that the man wasn't talking to himself, but to himself in that crazy tone.

"We're almost there, this is the only way to get to the fourth layer, and the Moon Seed is just ahead." Lopud said to him firmly, "If things don't go as expected, I'll take you into the Exorcism Dream Realm and take the life of the Moon Seed from another dimension." It's painful, but it's the only way to get rid of the nightmare, no doubt. ”

The tone that pushed the person forward made Draenor powerless to resist, and he didn't pay much attention to what the "dream" was, just nodded solemnly and pushed the last wheel to the exact position.

The three symbols are connected into an indescribably complex totem, like a crescent moon and a baby with open eyes. The gate that blocks the road automatically opens inward, revealing an arched space that resembles an altar.

It wasn't pitch black, the moonlight was shining through the thirteen floor-to-ceiling windows around it, and Draenor suspected that it was his hallucination, as he had never heard of moonlight falling from different angles at the same time, and it shouldn't have happened according to common sense, unless there was something reflective like a mirror to create the scene.

The moonlight focused on the center of the altar, making the building look like a church shrouded in holy light. But there are no perpendicular wooden frames here, only countless pipes extending from the ground that converge at the front of a seat. The back of the chair was twice as tall as Draenor, and someone was sitting there, with his back to the doorway, and only a pale slender arm hung from the armrest, but his face could not be seen.

"Flora chose me, I could hear her crying over the tragic death of this child......"

The arm rested on the low post beside him, pushing the chair around with difficulty.

The woman lying on the ostentatious throne hung her head, and she swayed from side to side like rotten flesh the moment the chair's rotating gear was stuck.

She wore an extraordinarily gorgeous cuffed dress, and her jet-black hair hung down with the layers of white skirts. But the skirt was a little strange, it had sunk completely from the waist to the legs, almost reflecting the outline of the seat itself, and countless pipes rising from the ground ran down the skirt into the woman's body, and the other end pierced the abdomen from where the navel was, and extended to the center of the flower board.

The moment he noticed these things, Draenor suddenly remembered the log found on the third level, Baucrum had betrayed the Azra people on the island, imprisoned them with the Empress in the Tower of Babel, and the cultivation plan of the Zhengyue Seed had failed, and the fungal plague had devoured the tower frantically, but the body connected to the pipes had already hinted to Draenor a little:

The nightmare continues......

"Flora's child is dead, and now, it's mine......"

As the woman raised her head, Lopud caught a glimpse of the obsidian pendant around her neck, the symbol of Azrajon's position, the chain that bound the demon.

The exorcist felt the pent-up fear for the first time in a long time, and he threw the thorn to the ground, his voice trembling as he pronounced the name.

"Leader of Azrarao, Empress Delitli ......"