"Then we can only wait for the other party to come up?" Mordo obviously felt that this method was not possible, and the temple mages were almost all battle mages, and belonged to the mages who used combat to solve problems.

"What if the other party goes to find someone else? The world is not only blessed with these few death talents, right?"

Now this inexplicable situation obviously makes Mordo feel that he can't use his whole body strength, and he is uncomfortable.

"And what do you think should be done?"

Chris is also unhappy, magic is not a panacea, and there is a passage of time and a physical barrier in between.

It's too small to cause an accident under realistic physical conditions. Whether it is the bridge, the plane, the car, or the current roller coaster, it can be said that it is an accident that affects the whole body.

A little bit of hands and feet can cause a big accident, and you don't even need to cast magic, just use your mental power to pry reality directly, and you don't need to use your mental power to move mountains and reclaim the sea, just a small action of mental power can basically be done.

And pure spiritual power is different from magic, and it will not leave traces of elements and energy at all.

In this way, it is a bit impossible to track with magic.

"Although there is not much talent for death, it is still gone. But we can't tell everyone in the world!"

Hearing Chris's words, Mordo was also a little frustrated.

If it's for Wendy's death talent, maybe the other party is nearby, and the death power in his body will imprenate the surrounding environment. ”

Chris can only come up with such an unreliable method to try.

Anyway, he himself felt that it was unreliable, and his cultivation with death was almost not tolerated by the entire inner world, not because of how harmful the power of death was, but because of the person who controlled the power.

Death is undoubtedly a powerful force, and it requires greater control, and once it is not done well, it will be the result of the destruction of life and the undead.

Moreover, even if death is controlled, if there is no other force to balance it, it will greatly change the body and image of the person himself.

No matter what time it is, human beings' pursuit of beauty will not change, and human beings are still creatures who strive for perfection.

If you have the power to control death, wouldn't it be better to take other paths, why take uncomfortable paths like making yourself act like no human or ghost, lich, undead, skeletons, zombies, etc.?

Therefore, Chris is not optimistic that this mastermind will exist in Wendy's vicinity.

The power of death will invade the surrounding environment, which is correct and normal. But this is a matter of basic common sense, and the other party will definitely not pay attention to it.

Wendy is in a small town, which is common in the United States and is not very special.

However, Mordo did discover something.

···

"What a bold man! I actually chose the church!"

Chris and Mordo arrive at a church on the outskirts of town, a deserted church.

With the development of the times, the town also had to develop, from the original small village to the town, and the center of the town also shifted out.

The church here used to be a small town building, but now it is outside the town.

"All of them are dead, whether it's weeds or trees, they're all gone. ”

The surrounding area of the church presents a barren landscape.

Although it is now autumn and it is normal for leaves to wither and weeds to wither, this kind of desolation is not the withering of autumn and winter, but the complete death.

There were no leaves on the trees, and the trees themselves were no longer green, and even its bark was beginning to peel off, revealing the black wood in the branches.

Chris crouched down and pulled up a handful of weeds, which were easily pulled out, along with the soft soil that had been pulled out.

The roots of the weeds are all black, and the soft soil is no exception.

"It's the result of the power of death. ”

Chris looked at the withered range around the church and said, "However, the range is not large, maybe the other party is not strong." ”

Mordo disagrees with Chris's optimism, "Maybe the other party has converged, and what is presented on the outside is only the part that is not completely convergent." ”

Chris nodded, "It's also possible." ”

Squeak!

Although the church was deserted, the door was still locked, and Mordo pulled the baguette out of his back, picked the lock open, and pushed the door open.

Chris followed behind Mordo, and although the feedback from the detection of magic showed that there were no more life signs inside the church, he still chose safety first.

As soon as you enter the church hall, you will be greeted by a foul smell. I didn't feel it outside, but as soon as the door opened, it was completely released, as if the stench didn't want to stay in it.

The smell was pungent, but Chris didn't spell it out, because sometimes there was a lot of information hidden in the smell.

However, the information on these scents is no longer needed.

The church was supposed to be a sacred place for prayer, but at this time there was no sense of sacredness in the interior, even the standing cross of Jesus, who was also tied, still showed a look of pity.

The whole church has long since become tattered, but this is not the point, the key is the scene on the ground.

The corpses that have been completely turned into fragments, the corpses of animals and the corpses of humans coexist, all of them have become piece by piece. It was not a piece cut with a sharp blade, but it seemed to be torn, and there was no incision in the face, which made it look extremely messy.

The blood on the ground had long since dried up and turned discolored, and the red blood had turned a pitch black color, sticking to the ground, connecting the ground and the corpse, gluing the two together like glue.

In addition, Chris also saw that the ground was sprinkled with a section of bones, both animals and humans, and the bones did not appear to be scattered, as if they had been deliberately placed to take on a complete shape.

Such scenes can be found throughout the church hall, from left to right, right to left, front and back.

The sun was about to set, and the setting sun shone in through the gate, but neither Chris nor Mordo felt light or warmth.

Mordo walked to the corner, where a group of skeletons were lying, their mouths still open, as if screaming, struggling, angry.

Looking at such a scene, Mordo was silent. His hand was holding the baguette, and his muscles were already tense.

"Killing so many people and hurting so many lives, we must find it!" Mordo's face became more solemn, an expression of disgrace.

Chris nodded, his expression a little serious, "It's true to find it, but it's not the life here." ”