Magellan smiled: "If the Holy Grail has been carried underground by the current and cannot be found, I think it should be good news." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The countess laughed too, and she said, "Do you really think so?"

Then Magellan fell silent.

He didn't think the chalice was such a great thing that he didn't want to take it home, but as a professor of history, or rather an archaeology enthusiast, he wanted to put the chalice in the museum. The latter is something of value, and that has nothing to do with the fact that the Holy Grail has no value.

Magellan knew he was different from everyone else in the world, but he still went his own way.

"Is it possible that this church was built with the power of the Holy Grail?"

The countess thought for a moment and nodded: "It's not impossible. ”

Legend has it that the Holy Grail can make people immortal, but there seems to be no other power. Most people take this for granted, because it's already a powerful ability beyond imagination. But in the secret sources of Scientology, the Holy Grail can do more than that.

The material is full of religious fanaticism, with the Holy Grail referred to as the "Fragment of God" and exaggerated descriptions of its power.

If the Holy Grail had even one thousandth of the recorded power, the pious prayer of a cardinal would have allowed it to make this church overnight.

"We should probably think about whether or not we should destroy the Holy Grail. Magellan was joking, but when he said it himself, he really felt the urge to destroy the Holy Grail.

"Explorers don't do that. ”

Magellan was speechless, and the royal spies brought by the countess cleared the way forward, and they continued on their way.

Passing through several plainly furnished stone rooms of various sizes, they entered another hall.

It appears to be a conference hall, with stone tables and chairs reappearing, and small doors on all sides.

The mages and soldiers began to divide into groups, and Magellan, bored, chose a small door and climbed in.

It was a small room that was nothing special, and they had passed by at least a dozen of these stone boxes in front of them, but this one was a little different.

In the corner on the other side of the room, there was a little light behind a door.

Magellan was wondering, only to find the countess coming in.

She was like an elegant cat, silent, walking on tiptoe on the sloping stone slabs as if there was no weight at all.

"Go in and have a look. Magellan lowered his voice as he took out the goblin's rope and the loaded handcuff.

Then Magellan took the lead, and the two walked through the small door.

Behind the door was a hall, about a quarter of the way down to the water, and strangely enough, a part of the top seemed to have collapsed, forming a flat platform.

The light came from this platform, and in addition to the light source, there were two figures here.

It was a man and a woman.

At first glance, everyone will notice the woman half-crouching at the water's edge, she is wearing a blue military coat, the hem is spread out on the ground, the upper body is straight, and the head is slightly bowed, as if looking at something in the water. She has a perfect side face, with delicate curves like a marble sculpture, and her face is a mixture of heroism and seduction, with a fatal attraction.

Magellan looked at the woman and froze for a moment. At this point, she stood up and turned to face the two men who had just walked into the room.

She was tall and in good shape, but Magellan's gaze was completely drawn to her face.

That flawless face, with a triangular silver piece of metal on the right cheekbone, and bangs, has a thrilling and strange charm.

But Magellan's heart passed like a cold current, and he finally knew who it was.

Morningstar, the left hand of the world, Luna.

Legend has it that the King of the World has followed her loyal dog, Elizabeth the Great's "My Love", since she entered the National Army Academy in France, and is now the Empress of the Holy Loren Empire.

During the Second War Against France, the then Assassin of the Holy Loren Emperor left a scar on the right cheek of the head of the Sorcerer's Order of the King of the World. After the victory in the war, Elizabeth the Great uncharacteristically did not add the Holy Loren Emperor to her list of legal heirs, but hanged the entire family of the loser, and put Luna on the vacant throne without going through the Council of the Eighteen Electors.

Legend has it that the king of the world once touched the scar and wept bitterly, and the injured man said, "This is for the sake of your majesty's injury, and there is nothing to be sad about." ”

After that, the triangular silver mask on the right cheek became the symbol of the morning star.

Luna, the legendary man who could destroy an army with the wave of his hand, is now watching him.

Magellan was confused, he didn't know what to do.

Then the person on the other side helped him solve the problem.

Luna rushed straight towards the countess, and then the man standing in the darkness beside her moved, aiming for Magellan.

Magellan watched as the dark shadow burst into the light, revealing a face he remembered vividly—the papal knight who had nearly killed him in the Black Forest.

Ignoring the countess who rushed out beside him, Magellan raised his handcuff and pulled the trigger on the knight, and then threw away the handcuff without thinking about it, and raised the Glory Emerald.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the room, and Magellan was soon cornered by the knight as he had done the last time, but this time he lost faster.

Right next to the two of them, the countess was like a fallen leaf in the wind, struggling to support Luna's magic.

The Wizard Corps of the King of the World actually has only one kind of magic, and that is to create an explosion with essence. Morningstar waved his hand lightly, and there was a muffled sound accompanied by the sound of the stone slab breaking, and although Magellan did not turn his face to look at it, he knew that no matter how great the countess was, she would not last long.

It was an inexplicable dead end, unless their companions arrived, but Magellan felt that it would be useless to come.

This room is already crumbling, and if the mages really come, I'm afraid they will all be wiped out.

The stone slab under his feet staggered, Magellan couldn't stand on his feet at all, but the knight on the opposite side was still as steady as Mount Tai, and every attack could exert all his strength, almost making Magellan unable to hold the long sword in his hand.

Just when he felt hopeless, the slate collapsed.

Without any preparation, Magellan began to fall, surrounded by broken stone slabs, and he didn't care whether he would fall to his death or be stoned, and tried to adjust his position in the air to face the knight.

He hadn't forgotten the knight's stunt of throwing a sword attack.

The knight, as Magellan thought, would not give up at any time, and he threw the sword in his hand in the air, causing a sharp whistling sound in the air.