At night, the Great Temple is shrouded in peace and tranquility, as if nothing in the world has anything to do with it.

The temple elves were already asleep, they didn't need any guards, not even the doors of their rooms, a habit they had developed over the years in a safe environment.

The Divine Dragon Scroll and the Stone Kingdom Codex also didn't need any guards, as the seals they each carried possessed powerful attack power, and none of them could get even half a step closer.

Infiltrating to get close to the seals that could kill him, he came to the center of the prayer hall and stood in front of a large stone statue of old age.

As if praying, but also as if waiting.

The stone statue is full of majesty, without reverence for the heavens, his hands are raised high in the sky, palms facing up, and his entire face is also facing the direction of the sky.

The face of the stone statue is not carved, just a whole stone with the outline of a human face, but the rest of his body, including the clothes he wears, are vividly carved.

His eyes were fixed on the statue's raised face, wondering what kind of thoughts the infiltrator was exuding.

When he moved his feet again, everything was different, and the strength began to gather around his body.

I couldn't tell which kind of power it was, like fog and wind, and like ice and fire, his power spread rapidly to the surroundings, and began to open every door after all.

The figure of the infiltrator gradually began to blur, and the rapid shaking of human flesh made it impossible to see his movements.

Then, after a millisecond pause, the figure vanished, replaced by the whirring sound of the wind and the trail of light like white lightning.

The light marks dragged a long shadow, constantly shuttling back and forth in all the places of the Great Temple of Ursomso, and every place and corner they went to, would make the light marks instantly stained with red marks.

Then, as it moved rapidly, the red mark faded, and then suddenly bloomed again in the next place.

The light marks weave a huge web of all living places throughout the Great Temple of Ursomso, and in the web, white and red alternately appear.

It is like a huge flower in full bloom, sometimes revealing its delicate stamens, sometimes revealing her rich petals.

When all was calm, as if nothing had happened, the infiltrator gathered his strength and stood again in front of the giant stone elephant.

At this moment, the black cloak could no longer completely cover his face, and a line of crimson tears trickled down from the invisible position of his eyes on the little skin of his face that was revealed in the gap between the movements.

One hand quickly went upward, and in an instant it concealed the little outline that was exposed. Tugging at the brim of the black cloak, the infiltrator seemed unwilling to pause, quickly disappearing over the empty prayer hall......

The killing may have begun, but is it only the killing of those who have no power to fight back? I said that what is superficial is often the most deceptive.

The poison that can be seen with the naked eye may be a fleeting illusion, or it may be the beginning of real killing.

The day before the New Year, including the last minute of the night of February 13, no one will come here again.

The Great Temple of Ursomso will restore its tranquility and peace until an even greater calamity strikes it......