In the dim underground palace, pillars of light mixed with flames continued to strike, and the deep darkness melted as quickly as the first snow met the sun, and all kinds of strange worms stiffened and petrified, and evil shadows let out terrible screams.

A ghostly light flashed, and a priest floating in the air suddenly fell towards the earth, as if someone had grabbed his ankle and dragged him down, the defensive layer on his body had no effect, and most of the evil arts came to an abrupt end.

Before they could react, they saw the imposing middle-aged blonde man in front of them stretch out his right hand, his five fingers apart, each finger protruding a small eye, and the palm of his hand grew a huge yellow-brown eye mixed with blood.

The five strange and terrifying little eyes had different colors and different rays, while the giant yellow-brown eyes glowed with a ghostly light, making everyone feel that their bodies were heavy, and it seemed that the gravitational pull here had become much greater.

Different rays such as dark green and light blue hit those black-robed priests, causing them to either slow, paralyze, or petrify, or directly turn into countless points of light, instantly completely suppressing the powerful enemies that the previous priests, bishops, paladins, and ordinary night watchmen could not solve, and they were about to win.

Some of the cultists shouted in panic, they had never encountered such a strange and powerful enemy!

"Great, what about the High Priest?"

"Didn't the high priest stop him?"

At the critical moment, they thought of the leader of their own side, the supreme "post-chaos" elector, wasn't he fighting this majestic middle-aged man just now?

The middle-aged man in a white full-body burqa heard their call and stepped up his attack. Evil little eyes grew on his face and on the other hand, small eyes of different colors, shooting out defensive or offensive rays, and he snorted coldly: "Only a seventh-level cult priest can stop me? I have killed twenty or thirty priests who are stronger than him." ”

After confirming the death of the High Priest, these cultists and priests suddenly lost their spiritual defenses, and even forgot to pray to the "Queen of Chaos", and one ray after another struck, and they quickly lost their combat effectiveness in panic, and were caught and killed by the night watchmen, priests, and paladins. None of them slipped through the net.

"Hmph. There are so many cults that have popped up inexplicably recently, and we must find the root cause!" The creepy eyes of the majestic middle-aged man on his face and hands were closed, and he could no longer see a trace.

One of the Night's Watch said gratefully, "Thanks to your presence this time, otherwise we would have escaped by the priests of the 'Queen of Chaos'." ”

As a matter of fact. It's not just a matter of escape. It's definitely going to be all gone. Fortunately, the night watchman's third-ranked "Radiant Eye" Winchel tracked down another clue to avoid such a terrible outcome.

"I'm specifically in charge of dealing with cultists, and it's my duty to deal with them. Winchell bowed his head slightly. "You are divided into groups and search around, sparing not a single cultist. ”

"Yes, sir. The Captain of the Night's Watch replied respectfully.

Winchel paced the hall, looking at the chaotic altar carved with female and male nudes, looking for clues to investigate.

Looking at the magnificent but old underground palace, looking at the dim environment with corpses, looking at the ancient stone doors and stone rooms, Winchell felt a little emotional, he had encountered such a scene too many times, whether it was his previous adventure career, or the operation to eliminate the cultists after entering the night watch, he inevitably dealt with the underground palace, battles, secret rooms, hidden secrets, etc.

"Those damn ancient magicians always like to dig holes in the ground......" Winchell cursed.

Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes became like rubies, and two rays of light were fired, directly shattering a nearby wall, revealing a secret door inside.

He didn't have time to call the other clergy, so he flew directly into the narrow secret passage and quickly chased after him.

Turning a corner, Winchel appeared in front of the cultists with stunned expressions on their faces, and they were entering a secret room one by one.

Hmph, Winchel sneered, want to run away from me?

The dense eyes opened again, one by one the cultists fell to the ground, Winchell burst into the secret room, and kept advancing, chasing the enemy at the front, and those who lost their combat effectiveness were naturally dealt with by the clergy who came later.

In the pursuit, the cultists in front of him gradually became scarce, and then there was not a single one to be seen, but Winchell did not stop, his instincts told him that there was a big fish ahead, the same big fish as the "elect" before him.

Bang, a patterned stone door shattered by the rays, and Winchell stepped into the deepest chamber, looking around warily, but there was only a statue of the "Queen of Chaos" holding a burning flame, and there were no other cultists.

Winchell looked around in a slight astonishment, as a Golden Knight, he was still very confident in his instincts, even if he was more inclined to cast spells.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, causing Winchel, the golden knight, to shiver, and for the first time tonight, a premonition of danger arose.

This premonition was not strong, Winchell did not flee immediately, but shot a defensive ray, putting himself surrounded by "copper walls".

Looking around, Winchell saw only lifeless walls, silent empty rooms, ordinary and rough statues, and no source of danger.

However, this cold feeling of no one made him feel furious in his heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and at this moment, the flame held by the statue of "After Chaos" suddenly rose high, burning, and let out a rude laugh.

At this moment, Winchell intuitively felt the unspeakable danger, hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than before, even he, the night watchman who often walked on the edge of danger, couldn't help but tremble slightly, understood a lot of things, his previous sense of danger was not strong, obviously it was artificially interfered, and the existence that could interfere with his intuition so effectively was definitely not something he could resist, just like the priest just now faced himself.

Trembling slightly, Winchell's strong will helped him stabilize his emotions. And the rich experience made him see the problem, such an existence stared at himself, and locked his position, it was easy to kill himself, but he spent more energy to lure himself out of the team and into the secret room, obviously with other purposes.

"Who?" he asked tentatively, his eyes flowing with dirty fluid.

The flame rose up to the human form, and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what I can give you. ”

"Hmph. I am the Lord's dark guard, and I would rather die than make a deal with the devil. From this coherent words, Winchell basically ruled out the possibility of demons.

In the empty chamber, the laughter of the flames reverberated in bursts: "What if it brought you closer to your Lord and better devoted to Him?"

"What do you mean?" Winchell felt inexplicably ridiculous. There is also a solemnity and doubts from the heart.

The flame's tone became serious: "Don't you think it's weird? Priests, bishops, ascetics, and some paladins can receive the magic he bestows. The vast majority of non-priest-born night watchmen can only rely on their own bloodline to fight, and similarly, the vast majority of paladins are far weaker than priests of the same rank. Why should the impartial God of truth treat his guards so unfairly?"

"Nonsense! We are burdened with original sin, and only through selfless devotion can we regain the gift of the Lord!" Winchell's anger seemed a little unreal.

"Really?" the flame sneered, "How much dedication have you made to the God of Truth, not to mention giving divine magic, at least to increase your knight level?"

Just as Winchell was about to retort angrily again, the flame continued: "None of this really has anything to do with the God of Truth, for what He has given to you has been intercepted by the Pope, by the members of the Cardinals, and He is currently asleep and cannot be known. ”

"What?" was not the Lord's reason, and Winchell was not so "angry".

"You can look at this information, this is a prize given to you by the God of Truth, and it is something you deserve. Words jumped out of the flames, forming articles full of obscure symbols.

Winchell guarded against the temptation of the "devil", but the doubts in his heart still made him look at the article, anyway, he would not betray the church!

As soon as he saw these things, he couldn't take his eyes off them, and he was completely captivated.

"This ......," he shook his head in fear and a little excitement.

"As the supreme deity, why does the God of Truth force the spread of faith? Is it necessary? Because the power of faith is to reward you who are pious guards, so that you can use it to temper yourselves and draw closer and closer to Him, but this has been completely intercepted by the Pope and the members of the Cardinals, leaving you nothing, you understand why they are so powerful, right?" The sound of the flame softened, and every word seemed to make Winchel tremble.

"I don't believe it. He shook his head violently, but asked contradictoryly, "You just showed me such an important method?"

That method of "stealing" and harnessing the power of faith was deeply engraved in his mind.

"Since you have asked sincerely, I will tell you frankly that I am the embodiment of fairness, and I will not see such injustice. The flame smiled, and then continued in Winchell's disbelieving eyes, "I'll ask you once in a while for a little information, rest assured, no one will suspect you, I have other sources of information, such as many cardinals." ”

Cardinal's pupils contracted suddenly, in the past few hundred years, due to the special heart of faith, there has never been a cardinal-level spy within the church - this mainly refers to the outside, there are many cardinal-level traitors planted by the north and south churches against each other.

Could it be that he is from the Northern Church?

So, don't guess who I am, just remember my code name, the Red Burner. The flame was extinguished.

Winchell stood in place, looking at the empty room, and did not say a word for a long time, only to feel that he had a bizarre dream, and he had obtained an incomparably precious and incomparably useful method without paying any price?

............

In the "True Secret Realm", Lucien smiled at Douglas: " Viken secretly announced the god-like method, trying to make many legendary powerhouses fight each other, then we will use the same method, let the secret of how to steal and use the power of faith spread among some cardinals, stealing the power of faith layer by layer, so that the mission foundation of the Southern Church has also become chaotic, after all, spreading faith is no better than us magicians studying arcane and exploring the world, they can act alone, they must have layers of organization, this is something Viken can't avoid, unless he can project a seed in the heart of every clergyman. ”

"If it weren't for the fear of Wiken finding out, I would have wanted to use the 'Voice of Mysteries' to announce the method of stealing the power of faith.

"If Viken knew how you 'used' such a precious method, his face would be very exciting. Douglas laughed, after all, who would have thought that someone would spread this method out of the way, thinking that there were not enough competitors? Only Lucien and himself and other great arcanists who had never thought of this path could do such a bold move.

Lucien spread his hands: "Maybe he'll call me crazy." (To be continued......)