"Be careful!" Kerryben's warning, the priest of Kranvo sprang nimbly out of his place, and a sharp arrow with a silver glow grazed his cheek, striking a triangular head shrouded in shadows and covered with tiny scales—the arrow pierced into one of its black eyes like a deep pool, and from there a bright flame burst into flames, like a ripple splashing down the water, and it spread rapidly, as if the surface of the water was covered with a thick layer of grease.

The two-headed wraith screamed, a strange and piercing sound like a steel sword slicing through the smooth rocks, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but want to raise their hands to cover their ears, they would feel sick, they would have a headache, and finally they would want to pierce their eardrums - many of the two-headed wraith prey had done this before, but they would soon discover that it wanted you to hear, and it didn't need you to have ears.

The priest of Cranvo whispered a prayer, and the terrible voice was suddenly lowered and blurred, and it became fragmented and lost its original threatening nature.

The monster climbed down from the ceiling, it looked like a large lizard from the main material plane, the length of a horse from head to tail, covered in scales like human armor, with spikes on its tail, and two heads- The intact head turned, opened a mouth densely covered with innumerable barb-like teeth, bit off the wounded head and shook its neck, and threw it to the ground without hesitation, it stepped back, trying to escape with the convenience that the shadows had given it as it had done before, but this time the enemy did not give it a chance, and a second arrow followed, and before it could close the mouth with its russet tongue, corrosive acid and toxic slime, it shot through the fragile crevice, and it was unstoppable。 Piercing through its delicate throat, an arrow and half an arrow were exposed behind the ghost's neck.

The priest of Kranvo bowed slightly to the ranger, who nodded to him and walked up to pull out the arrow that had pierced the head of the ghost, while the priest helped him pull out the other, and he held the arrow in his hand and looked at it carefully, the arrow of which was Mithril and tail feathers that were not like birds but like the leaves of some kind of tree, elastic and tough - neither of them was stained with the blood of the two-headed ghost. It was lighter than a normal arrow made of twig steel in his hand, but it wasn't enough to attract the attention of Priest Kranwo, who had been traveling for more than a decade, and he was concerned with the subtle but pure positive energy that haunted the arrow, which was like the deadliest poison for the evil creatures living in the shadow plane.

Is it the magic that your mage friend has cast on you?" asked Pastor Cranvo, gesticulating.

Yes, Kerry Ben replied.

Pastor Cranwer continued to ask.

Yes, Kerry Ben said.

We must find him quickly, said the priest of Cranvo. Before he runs out of his spells.

Yes, Kerry "said", but before we could do that, we had to say goodbye to our enthusiastic hosts.

A dark shadow suddenly shot out from the shadow of the pillar behind Pastor Kranwo. What it didn't expect was that the priest had been prepared for this, and the tall priest rolled on the spot, and pulled his pointed hammer from his belt with his backhand, and the pointed part that was shaped into a sickle nailed the faint smell of tongue to the half-rotten floor. Another two-headed ghostbeast let out a familiar scream, and it scrambled forward as it climbed onto the pillar large enough to hold in both hands. The tongue was stretched straight - it looked so stupid - but just as the priest gave up the hammer he had nailed to the floor and tried to stand up, its neck suddenly stretched out, and in a flash its protruding snout was almost like a veneer dance with the priest...... Its teeth too, it has smelled the smell of fresh blood.

Its other head was on guard against the elf, and as the elf shot his arrow, it also twisted and elongated like a snake and bit it accurately—though it was still burned by the magic attached to the arrow, it was still able to get its prey, a large piece of meat.

As it thought this, a fierce and stark message came from its twin nerves, no, not sweet killing, or gluttonous satisfaction, but horror and pain, and it bit the arrow and turned its head to see that a dagger the length of a short sword pierced the upper and lower jaws of the other twin head from the bottom up.

The priest waved his arm, and the pointed hammer, also made of Mithril, jumped from the floor and fell into his hand, and he swung the hammer and smashed the head that was still biting a Mithril arrow.

The corpse of the Soul Beast fell from the pillar, just like its kind, its spiky tail fell loosely to the ground, coiled in overlapping circles, about four to five times the size of its body, and the Soul Beast's tail could stretch as long as its neck, and looking at its direction, it seemed to be trying to sneak up on the elf when it was attracted by its head, and sneak up on him from behind.

The priest plucked the arrow from the monster's corpse, handed it back to the elf, and after leaving the room that looked like a storage room, they found a lair glowing with a dark light at the end of a corridor.

The lair of the two-headed ghost, the priest of Kranvo said in silence.

If it was on other occasions and times, the Elven Ranger would go there to investigate, and the two-headed ghost beast liked to collect some of the precious items that the victim carried with them as a collection, just as the crow on the vermilion plane would collect some small glowing beads and glass. Of course, the elves do not covet the belongings of their victims, but sometimes they have the family coat of arms or personal marks on them, and he will give them to the priests of Kranvo, who will clean them up, put them away in different categories, and indicate the source and witness. There is a special room in the church of Cranvo where these items are stored, and people with missing relatives or friends will come to look for them at a fixed time - most people do not want to see what they are familiar with, because the things displayed in the church of Cranvo can basically be said to be relics - but they cannot but look for them, and some can only be described as ecstatic.

I've made the mark, Pastor Cranvo continued, and we can come back to the search later.

Thanks, Kerry replied, and the moment he left, a sudden thought struck him—something belonging to Cremar was lying quietly in the lair without the slightest light penetrating.

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The Lich certainly doesn't fall to this point. Although he is not in a good situation now.

- That's a fake! The soul of the other world shouted incredulously, why do you still ...... Well, what does this look like?

- Do you want to ask for proof of the size of my psychic shadow? The lich rolled over under a waving vine in embarrassment, and I can tell you now, Infinity!

- What did she do to make you so influential? The soul of the other world asked, she made you run naked in front of tens of thousands of people?

- More than that, the lich replied silently, tearing open a scroll, invisible armor protecting his body. The teeth of a shadow sawworm snapped into Cremar's shoulder just before the spell took effect, and the fluctuations of the spell tore it into countless pieces, and the blue-gray slurry sprayed them, the sermon of the sawtooth worm carried all the special corrosiveness of negative energy like other creatures in the shadow plane, if it were an ordinary person, it might have been corroded into a blood-red SpongeBob SquarePants, but the lich only felt a slight burning pain, just like when he was still alive, he felt exactly the same as when he was still alive, putting his fingers into the charcoal fire. A few strands of corroded and broken hair fell into the cracked earth. Fortunately, they were in the shadow plane, and before the faint point of light could flicker, they were swallowed up by the gray-black mist that filled the air, and the former undead only wished that their strangeness was not seen by the abominable enemy.

- Can you still cast spells?

- No, said the lich. If you don't have a bloodline, you can, but right now I can't guarantee that it will be successful. So......

- So?

The lich did not answer, and his spells were gradually becoming ineffective under the onslaught of branches and vines. He pulled out a new scroll and held it in his hand...... The last spell didn't work, although he was ready. It dodged several of the most dangerous stabs on its side, but was still pierced through the abdomen by a spike the length of a forearm—it should have moved on, stirring its weak abdominal cavity into a pulp, and pulling the caster's heart out of its chest, but it suddenly stopped all its movements, and the positive energy in its blood almost burned it to ashes—it fled frantically, hiding to the sidelines, making a sound like a human woman crying.

"Your blood ......," the voice said in amazement, "whose blood is still in your body, and who can give you such blood?"

The lich stood up, and the tide was sliding against him.

He tore open the scroll, and the dazzling white light instantly engulfed the entire space, and the voice shouted sharply, and before the light faded he saw his enemy, a poor lowly demon, the priests and his guess was completely correct, the devil who had been sent back to the Endless Abyss by the Unknown Warrior had been punished severely. She was demoted and reduced to a parity with the Bad Devil, but for some reason, she still had some extra magical powers, not as pathetic as her former companions, or perhaps as a cruel tease from some demon - she assimilated into a part of the Shadow Plane, and the lower half of her body was connected to a Shadow Tree Monster, and the top half was still a beautiful human feminine - In the three hundred years that she has been known to humanity, she may have absorbed a lot of magical energy through the Shadow Tree Monster, which has made her powerful, and how she came to the main material plane may have been caused by some careless black robe or malicious red robe.

She had sniffed the blood of her enemies and had come to Doling, and she had been a succubus in the first place, and she had planted a wide root system in this courtyard, and had silently spread the terrible plague - the lich had already guessed how she had spread the plague - No wonder the people they saw in the consul's residence, or in the makeshift churches of Cranvo and Ilmut, were almost all old men and children, followed by women, and very few men in their prime and young age, because they could not resist the charm of the succubus, and the spirited men were unwittingly planted with a deadly seed, which was passed on to their lovers and wives.

So does she know what kind of awe-inspiring being she is pretending?

Perhaps she really didn't know anything, and the lich thought that he hadn't found any hint of fear or cringe when he asked the question—perhaps the succubus really didn't know what kind of role she was playing, and that she was just a mirror that projected as completely as possible what she had read and that had the greatest impact on him...... Poor little fellow, the former immortal was about to laugh at this, if it weren't for the fact that he was still in a dangerous situation - he had to thank himself for his prudence, since he became a disciple of the Guru, he had not been a step closer to his father's court, what a right choice!

He tore open another scroll, the spell nearly broken, but still made a small hole in the Daldigit cage, and the priest named Gavin fell through the gap.

Most of the Daldigit had used most of his power to prevent the caster from escaping—it was the first time she had tasted such delicious blood, and the priest was only harassed by a few branches, and as he swung his hammer to smash through what looked like tentacles and whips, he was glad to find a companion at last.

And the companion smiled at him, snapped a wand, and threw a spell - not at the vines around him, but at him. (To be continued......)

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